<?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-5279510299782937866</id><updated>2011-07-31T15:34:03.540+08:00</updated><category term='puppy'/><category term='Violin'/><category term='test'/><category term='Childhood'/><category term='illness'/><category term='Party'/><category term='Hair'/><category term='stress'/><category term='Rain'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Beauty products'/><category term='social'/><category term='memory'/><category term='Beading'/><category term='shoe'/><category term='school'/><category term='love'/><category term='Tagged'/><category term='life'/><category term='Trip'/><title type='text'>Where My Stories Start..</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Elisabeth Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12056248386366463274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sm1hezn-9jI/AAAAAAAAAGY/hKyaqZaRJls/S220/DSC04914.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279510299782937866.post-1475149901749336920</id><published>2010-03-29T00:56:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T02:28:10.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Transport</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;There's one major issue which I'm facing now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:large;"&gt;TRANSPORTATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;You guys must be thinking that I'm just making up a topic so that I have an entry to write. Apparently not. I have been suffering and whining about this since the day my college starts. Yes, I can be very whiny sometimes. This major issue is due to the clash of mine and my sisters' time slot. It's not possible for my mum to pick 3 of us up at the same time? I'm so used to go back home when the classes end. Looks like I have to adapt to this fact. I really need a car now. Hmmm.. Let's see. Honda Jazz or Suzuki Swift? Or? Honda Civic Hybrid! Save fuel and the earth! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;*ting ting ting..* Nah.. Stop dreaming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;No use to worry about it now. I'm sure that god will guide me by his miracle way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Let me share about what I'm up to recently. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/S6-LuQIZqqI/AAAAAAAAAgs/RWZ9_B_park/s1600/photo+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/S6-LuQIZqqI/AAAAAAAAAgs/RWZ9_B_park/s400/photo+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453731300489407138" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I wanted to try Hoegaarden after I heard the comment about this new beer. Hoegaarden is like a trend,  I wonder why everyone is drinking it now. Haha..  The comment was it's a very mild beer with a touch of Jasmine smell. This two descriptions of the beer is worth enough for me to try. Firstly is because I don't really fancy beer cause of the smell and I think it's too gassy, so I thought, "How would a mild beer smell like? Maybe I should take a try. With a touch of Jasmine? Cool.." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;So during the weekends, I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;ajak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; some of my buddies at German Beer House which is located at The Curve. The feedback is it tasted the same for me. Anyway, it's a kind of draft beer. Sigh.. I think I better stick with wine or liqueur. The fact is I can't drink beer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/S6-Lu44JFQI/AAAAAAAAAg0/snWocaUO9As/s400/photo+4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453731311427065090" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the kind I'm currently addicted to. With 1,809 best score, I think I'm very lifeless. =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/S6-LvTWEeKI/AAAAAAAAAhE/lNa9Q13-qdM/s400/photo+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453731318531913890" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wow.. Beer marathon? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/S6-LvFA4KYI/AAAAAAAAAg8/UP9y_LVcggA/s400/Image.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453731314684930434" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Nah..&lt;/span&gt; It's just attending an event which is hosted by Guiness at Centre Avenue Park, One utama. Celebrating St. Patrick's day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It is one &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 4px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 4px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;of the greatest Irish festivals commemorates the death of St. Patrick, the patron saint of Ireland. A festive day for the Irish people, St. Patrick's Day is a festive public holiday the Republic of Ireland and also celebrated with much enthusiasm in places such as Canada, Great Britain, Australia, the United States and New Zealand. Sumptuous feasts, green clothes, frothy delights, joyous merrymaking with friends and family - all are parts of this grand occassion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 4px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 4px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theholidayspot.com/patrick/"&gt;Source from here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 4px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 4px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 4px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 4px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 4px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 4px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;By the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Derrick bought his beer in RM20 including the glass. Worth it? erm.. I really how to evaluate. I don't drink BEER. Nice glass anyway. So I say worth the price. ;)&lt;/span&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 class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/S6-Lv8sxCQI/AAAAAAAAAhM/jr20xVS9vs0/s400/photo+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453731329632962818" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My sister was wearing this necklace to church today. She make me can't take my eyes off from her! I'm so tempted to this precious little bottle. It reminds me of the mana potion in Diablo 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/S6-T45FSd2I/AAAAAAAAAhc/vIHiXYeDZxM/s400/photo+4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453740279373920098" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/S6-T4OmI9sI/AAAAAAAAAhU/y7StrnTn9uE/s400/photo+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453740267968984770" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last but not least, I would like to mention about my puppy before I hit the sack. She was so happy. She excited about people coming back and used to jump around when she's still have her longer &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;del&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;hair &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/span&gt;fur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/S6-Zd0TU9II/AAAAAAAAAhs/cWUwxE4yxPI/s400/photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453746411303924866" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Taken this picture this morning. Sad sad emotion and short short fur. aww.. She's so emotional nowadays. Used to be very active but now, not anymore. It happened everything after the haircut. Maybe she feels that she's not pretty already. I never thought that even dogs would have this kind of feeling. Haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Goodnight everyone. ❀&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5279510299782937866-1475149901749336920?l=dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/feeds/1475149901749336920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5279510299782937866&amp;postID=1475149901749336920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/1475149901749336920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/1475149901749336920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/2010/03/transport.html' title='Transport'/><author><name>Elisabeth Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12056248386366463274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sm1hezn-9jI/AAAAAAAAAGY/hKyaqZaRJls/S220/DSC04914.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/S6-LuQIZqqI/AAAAAAAAAgs/RWZ9_B_park/s72-c/photo+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279510299782937866.post-5614116791533154109</id><published>2010-03-20T23:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T01:46:17.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy is finally back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hey there.. I'm so glad that my daddy is finally back from overseas to fulfil what I always wish for. During all this time, I went to maxis branches to make sure that there's available of stock so that the next time me and my dad visit, we wouldn't come back with empty hands. However, they disappointed me a few times. Till I heard about the news from KLCC: they ordered a lot of stocks over there. Thanks to Derrick for letting me know so that I didn't wait like an innocent frog anymore. (if you come across to a Chinese idiom, you should understand why I describe frog as innocent)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/S6UB1p-CKvI/AAAAAAAAAgA/ccJ1JdiXZbA/s1600-h/photo+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/S6UB1p-CKvI/AAAAAAAAAgA/ccJ1JdiXZbA/s400/photo+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450764945312590578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. My dad finally bought an iPhone for me. What else can I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY!!&lt;br /&gt;I truthfully thanks to my daddy for taking his time to buy my iPhone. Love you so much daddy. Last but not least, I have to thank maxis, for being so "efficient". Kept delaying from the arrival of my iPhone.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had fun going out though. I took some pictures after I got the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/S6UB0xGd9aI/AAAAAAAAAf4/VGVDbpK_X00/s1600-h/photo+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/S6UB0xGd9aI/AAAAAAAAAf4/VGVDbpK_X00/s400/photo+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450764930047145378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/S6UB0R6DHqI/AAAAAAAAAfw/uKwlYcw43lE/s1600-h/photo_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/S6UB0R6DHqI/AAAAAAAAAfw/uKwlYcw43lE/s400/photo_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450764921673555618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Saw this near the conference hall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/S6UBz41hovI/AAAAAAAAAfo/LlicYw4V8S8/s1600-h/photo+2_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/S6UBz41hovI/AAAAAAAAAfo/LlicYw4V8S8/s400/photo+2_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450764914943697650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/S6UBzSwVrmI/AAAAAAAAAfg/-TDzoeHHHTE/s1600-h/photo+3_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/S6UBzSwVrmI/AAAAAAAAAfg/-TDzoeHHHTE/s400/photo+3_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450764904721395298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*hearts*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/S6UBTcTcVLI/AAAAAAAAAfY/Db1GgrXb66c/s1600-h/photo+5_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/S6UBTcTcVLI/AAAAAAAAAfY/Db1GgrXb66c/s400/photo+5_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450764357528736946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/S6UBS8uAPHI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/fc6xstdLXeQ/s1600-h/photo+3_2_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/S6UBS8uAPHI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/fc6xstdLXeQ/s400/photo+3_2_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450764349050207346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dinner time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/S6UBSUHvyAI/AAAAAAAAAfI/vIGARmdjrfM/s1600-h/photo+4_2_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/S6UBSUHvyAI/AAAAAAAAAfI/vIGARmdjrfM/s400/photo+4_2_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450764338152327170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry for the blurness. Haven't get used to the touch screen yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/S6UBRWkF_qI/AAAAAAAAAfA/lBl6VD7zTec/s1600-h/photo_2_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/S6UBRWkF_qI/AAAAAAAAAfA/lBl6VD7zTec/s400/photo_2_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450764321628225186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My hero&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/S6UBRDawPfI/AAAAAAAAAe4/NIDmEnAJ0xk/s1600-h/photo+2_2_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/S6UBRDawPfI/AAAAAAAAAe4/NIDmEnAJ0xk/s400/photo+2_2_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450764316488777202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HUh... I hate waiting for food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We went to Charki Palace where they served Thai Cuinese. Love their Tom Yam soup, so pure and taste so good! I have an headache now due to playing with my iPhone everywhere I go. Even when my mum was shopping looking at the jewelry, I was still playing with it. That's how I get my headache, I felt so dizzy in the car. Very regret now.. =(   I need some &lt;i&gt;asam &lt;/i&gt;to cure my dizi-ness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So I stopped playing with it now.. Probably going to install some games and cool application in my iPhone tomorrow. Hehe.. Tap tap revenge is a must! Goodnight people.. ❀&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/5279510299782937866-5614116791533154109?l=dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/feeds/5614116791533154109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5279510299782937866&amp;postID=5614116791533154109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/5614116791533154109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/5614116791533154109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/2010/03/daddy-is-finally-back.html' title='Daddy is finally back.'/><author><name>Elisabeth Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12056248386366463274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sm1hezn-9jI/AAAAAAAAAGY/hKyaqZaRJls/S220/DSC04914.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/S6UB1p-CKvI/AAAAAAAAAgA/ccJ1JdiXZbA/s72-c/photo+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279510299782937866.post-7025613761812978218</id><published>2010-03-16T19:19:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T22:09:47.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I would like to introduce my new hair! It's totally a big change isn't it? This is I want it black and short with fringe. Well, I got the inspiration from one of my idol. A lot of people got very shocked when I posted my new hairstyle picture on Facebook. Why? Very ugly meh? However, some said that it looks nice and refreshing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/S59qc_A390I/AAAAAAAAAeI/lATS8ua8HLk/s1600-h/23535_1374651571331_1383068020_31005937_1285642_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/S59qc_A390I/AAAAAAAAAeI/lATS8ua8HLk/s400/23535_1374651571331_1383068020_31005937_1285642_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449191120325572418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/S59qceUQGFI/AAAAAAAAAeA/lG-A4T6FTS8/s1600-h/23535_1374650611307_1383068020_31005934_6590759_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/S59qceUQGFI/AAAAAAAAAeA/lG-A4T6FTS8/s400/23535_1374650611307_1383068020_31005934_6590759_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449191111548475474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hi! Konichiwa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I feel so sorry if I disgusted you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Chill people.. It's just a WIG. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, I won't cut my hair short! If I were to cut my hair short, I would be the first one who will be disgusted by my own self. I rather just paint myself orange, because I hate orange. The constructor chose orange tiles for my bathroom. I think he categorised orange and red as the same group of colours. So half of my bathroom is filled with the colour that I hate the most. I don't understand. How can you guys assume the orange is red? Agh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway.. As you can see I was drying my long hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/S59r8FKMrBI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/knI7H3694IU/s400/23634_408724283153_719788153_5100305_7430577_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449192754062863378" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/S59r89NirOI/AAAAAAAAAeY/YNFhpSgyfg8/s400/23634_408724288153_719788153_5100306_4376926_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449192769109273826" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/S59r97IlXYI/AAAAAAAAAeo/88kaDX3Mpbs/s400/23634_408724333153_719788153_5100310_415620_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449192785731476866" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wearing my earrings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/S59r9fqSVMI/AAAAAAAAAeg/PE4_WyIqSmY/s400/23634_408724298153_719788153_5100307_8116158_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449192778356643010" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/S59r-AczyLI/AAAAAAAAAew/8Vl7CU9LWDk/s400/23634_408724313153_719788153_5100309_8275636_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449192787158485170" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;We were in my room getting ready to meet Nathelly in One Utama. Extremely late for day out. Maybe it's just me. Hehe.. Yvonne was snapping the picture while waiting for me. And the reason that I was late was,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;I needed to bathe Tessie in the afternoon before preparing myself. Even though having a puppy is very troublesome, as everybody have known, but I don't mind. It's easier to sacrifice for the person that you love, just like how I shower Tessie with all my love. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;See you guys in 2 days. Goodnight. ❀&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5279510299782937866-7025613761812978218?l=dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/feeds/7025613761812978218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5279510299782937866&amp;postID=7025613761812978218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/7025613761812978218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/7025613761812978218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-new-hair.html' title='My new hair'/><author><name>Elisabeth Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12056248386366463274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sm1hezn-9jI/AAAAAAAAAGY/hKyaqZaRJls/S220/DSC04914.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/S59qc_A390I/AAAAAAAAAeI/lATS8ua8HLk/s72-c/23535_1374651571331_1383068020_31005937_1285642_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279510299782937866.post-8973785346746848436</id><published>2010-03-14T19:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T23:48:08.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sink In the Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/S5zOYGhONUI/AAAAAAAAAd4/gwMDU1mdW2Y/s1600-h/Photo+63.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/S5zOXi3YCQI/AAAAAAAAAdw/kfGX6nCUFxQ/s1600-h/Photo+59.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/S5zOXi3YCQI/AAAAAAAAAdw/kfGX6nCUFxQ/s400/Photo+59.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448456553102838018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/S5zOYGhONUI/AAAAAAAAAd4/gwMDU1mdW2Y/s400/Photo+63.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448456562673595714" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hi there.. Rare to see my picture without makeup huh? &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's Sunday night and my dad is still outstation. No joke, I kinda miss his companion especially at this time. I went to church this morning as usual. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It rained for a little awhile this afternoon. I just love watching the rain outside the window. Don't you? It tends to soothe my mind and cool every part of my body. The wind blew the cotton curtains in the breeze.. I curled myself at the corner of the sofa and closed my eyes. I can hear every single drop of rain out there..  Then I motioned to my cup and took a sip of earl grey tea. I wanna sink in this for a long long time.. That's what I ask for. Peaceful and relax.. No rush and no pressure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, I think about impossible things. Especially when I am at home. Sometimes, it stuck in my mind until I go to bed. Worst, it due to sleepless night. Is that really bad? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever wonder what if you chose the wrong pathway? What if there's something inside you which you haven't discover yet but is your core potential to success. Example like, you love cooking, travelling, serving food and make people around you feel happy. You enjoy doing this. However, you chose to study engineering and have a moderate performance. I wonder what if you chose to study hotel management? Culinary art? You might have an outstanding performance. You will never know. By the way, this is meant to be an example. I wonder what if I chose the wrong pathway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder about my future a lot these days. Guess I start to worried. =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow will be my last day of holiday. So I'm gonna spend my day with Yi Wen. *happy*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I'm prepared for a new start. I have to be more alert now. Can't be the blur queen all the time right? I'm fully recharged after my long break. Shall have a big breakthrough. ❀&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/5279510299782937866-8973785346746848436?l=dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/feeds/8973785346746848436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5279510299782937866&amp;postID=8973785346746848436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/8973785346746848436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/8973785346746848436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/2010/03/sink-in-rain.html' title='Sink In the Rain'/><author><name>Elisabeth Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12056248386366463274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sm1hezn-9jI/AAAAAAAAAGY/hKyaqZaRJls/S220/DSC04914.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/S5zOXi3YCQI/AAAAAAAAAdw/kfGX6nCUFxQ/s72-c/Photo+59.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279510299782937866.post-9009843062048303176</id><published>2010-03-11T19:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T20:58:16.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being pampered is essential</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/S5jT5VbFIUI/AAAAAAAAAdo/TnhDKIPMC4s/s1600-h/DSC01774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 105px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/S5jT5VbFIUI/AAAAAAAAAdo/TnhDKIPMC4s/s400/DSC01774.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447336731261346114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/S5jT47B1hpI/AAAAAAAAAdg/w07bZDJgfF4/s1600-h/DSC01775.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes yes! I'm a spoilt little girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I enjoy being pampered by good stuffs. I bought the Lavender Massage Oil for quite some time ago because I was tempted to have a good massage. Never get the chance to use it since I bought it. It had been kept in under my drawer for don't know how many years. Why? Because no one has the interest in massaging! Maybe my mum and sisters are just too lazy.. Well.. Ok, my youngest sister did accept my favour once. But she was using too much strength on my petite body! Ouch.. Scaring. Don't ever let her punch you in your face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until NOW!! Finally!! I found someone who is good in massaging. Terrific good! He shared some of the main skill and knowledge in body massaging when my best friend, youngest sister, Derrick and me were around. Taking one of us as a demonstration. Thank god that it was me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was enjoying the whole massaging process.. Drooled a little bit. So embarrassing.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank goodness that Derrick was around. He learned the skill, I get the most benefits. Hahaha.. He had the worse massaging skill which I have ever seen. Feels like he's just playing with your skin. lol.. However, he improved by a lot now. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have been thinking about learning back yoga and pilates. I love my "Yoga Zone" days. I had been joining YZ for more than 1 years. However I stopped when my membership expired. I'm consider as one the luckiest member though, my membership expired just before they have the financial problem and closed down. Phew.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;YZ was once one of the famous and best yoga centre in Klang Valley. It is sad to see how it is right now. Urban Yoga had taken over YZ and I hope the new management would maintain the yoga centre and keep them up though. However, another company named Energy took over after a short period. I wonder why happened in there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Recently, Energy who has taken over Urban Yoga had just closed down the branch in Kepong. I almost register a new membership in the Energy.. So close again. I went there yesterday, the moment that I saw the rent posters and the contact numbers were all scattered and posted up at the front of the entrance, I was extremely anxious. I was hoping that I misread the word of "RENT" or recognised the centre wrongly or something! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But I was right.. Sigh.. Damn disappointed as I left just like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now.. I'm scratching my head thinking where can I go for yoga lesson? I'm so bored of learning yoga through youtube. I will figure out someday. Hopefully?  First thing first, I have to get my timetable from my college before making any further decision. Gosh.. It have been pending for so long. My college gonna start in 4 more days. I can't wait!! I need that for recharge. I know holiday is like a recharge for most of the people. But I find it not applicable for me. I feel lifeless, no direction, aimless, miserable and bored during holiday. Especially the long one just like mine which is ending in 4 more days. Thank god.. After waited for 3 months. ❀&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5279510299782937866-9009843062048303176?l=dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/feeds/9009843062048303176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5279510299782937866&amp;postID=9009843062048303176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/9009843062048303176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/9009843062048303176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title='Being pampered is essential'/><author><name>Elisabeth Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12056248386366463274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sm1hezn-9jI/AAAAAAAAAGY/hKyaqZaRJls/S220/DSC04914.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/S5jT5VbFIUI/AAAAAAAAAdo/TnhDKIPMC4s/s72-c/DSC01774.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279510299782937866.post-3982330844691839294</id><published>2010-03-07T00:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T01:12:53.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hey all readers! The world's most anticipated movie of this year has just released. I had promised few of my best buddies before it released, which is to watch with them.. All of them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God damn it.. I was suppose to watch Up In the Air, the review of this movie is quite good though. However, I changed my mind when I see there's available seats for Alice in Wonderland. Hey! It's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Alice in Wonderland&lt;/span&gt; starring by &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Johnny Depp&lt;/span&gt;! So, I bought the tickets since I don't mind watching for the second time anyway. Y won't mind though. Right Y? =) =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fall in love at the first time I smell this. The best part is, it comes with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt; bottle. New released fragrance by Burberry Sport. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/S5KLBoC1yfI/AAAAAAAAAdY/3KzplRnbmj0/s1600-h/remote_image20091211-21373-11r10o7-0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/S5KLBoC1yfI/AAAAAAAAAdY/3KzplRnbmj0/s400/remote_image20091211-21373-11r10o7-0.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445567759489812978" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Should I get one of this? Just bought my Pretty by Elizabeth Arden no long ago. Hmm.. Maybe next month. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps. Can't wait for the college to start. I miss the feeling of  knowing exactly what you're going to do after waking up. &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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5279510299782937866-3982330844691839294?l=dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/feeds/3982330844691839294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5279510299782937866&amp;postID=3982330844691839294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/3982330844691839294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/3982330844691839294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/2010/03/alice.html' title='Alice'/><author><name>Elisabeth Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12056248386366463274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sm1hezn-9jI/AAAAAAAAAGY/hKyaqZaRJls/S220/DSC04914.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/S5KLBoC1yfI/AAAAAAAAAdY/3KzplRnbmj0/s72-c/remote_image20091211-21373-11r10o7-0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279510299782937866.post-4958624781500437863</id><published>2010-03-04T21:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T23:22:20.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts after moving in.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/habit_and_routine_have_an_unbelievable_power_to/208061.html" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;Habit and routine have an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;unbelievable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt; power to waste and destroy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Henri de Lubac quoted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/S4_KfghiXLI/AAAAAAAAAc4/k3slaM6pBZA/s400/DSC01709.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444793117169573042" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know what are you gonna ask. But Shuush.. =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well.. Finally I moved to my new house. So that means I have more privacy than before. I am still amazed how three of us crammed in a small bedroom last time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No one is gonna nag me when I stay awake for the whole night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No one is gonna ask me to shut my mouth and go back to sleep when I was talking on the phone in the midnight, I remember I was covering myself with my blanket hoping that it can absorb all my voice even though I'm suffocating underneath the blanket. Anyway, I have all the privacy that I always wanted now. Isn't it one of the best thing that had just happened to me? To be precise, one of my wishes had just came true. Thank god. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However.. Gosh.. I hate to admit this. But. I really am feeling this right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I miss my old house already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More like I am missing the opportunity to gather the whole in a one-floor house. Doing things with the accompaniment of companionship is actually greater and important than I had thought. I hate loneliness and being left out. Maybe this is one of the nature and weaknesses that has born inside me. It's very clear when I behave like the house warming day, I was urging my friends to watch "Couples Retreat" with me due to the DVD had kept for quite some time but have never being played before. So, I concluded that I don't like watching movie alone. Oh yeah.. Don't bother asking me to watch scary or ghost movie. I will end up being a phyco in my bedroom. I will be startled whenever I hear a sound. So yeah... =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's weird that I complained the most when we were still living in the old house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyone craving for broccoli soup? I have a lot to share. I wanted to make him breakfast this morning with some broccoli soup and toast bread. End up, I made more than enough. Sigh... Still have a big pot at the back of the kitchen there. How I wish I can give away to the beggars rather than just waste it. Anyway, this is my first time trying cooking broccoli soup. Taste awesome. I'm not exaggerating.. It's easy to make and delicious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/S4_NiuolfZI/AAAAAAAAAdI/YAiP46HPkp4/s400/DSC01771.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444796471031725458" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/S4_KdAp8BRI/AAAAAAAAAcg/ceJO2S9aUac/s1600-h/DSC01768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/S4_KdAp8BRI/AAAAAAAAAcg/ceJO2S9aUac/s400/DSC01768.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444793074255136018" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A big pot of broccoli soup. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Advise for people who dislike broccoli:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You have to start loving eat because it gives tons of benefits for your body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://organicjar.com/2009/2001/"&gt;The Amazing Health benefits of Broccoli&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;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/S4_KejvtAeI/AAAAAAAAAcw/5c7DOJKGPj4/s400/20938_1373258975357_1348268440_1058189_1156897_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444793100854428130" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The book that I'm reading now. I know I'm a bit slow. Haha.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is a bit of update about me. At least I make an effort to update yeah? ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;❀&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/5279510299782937866-4958624781500437863?l=dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/feeds/4958624781500437863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5279510299782937866&amp;postID=4958624781500437863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/4958624781500437863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/4958624781500437863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/2010/03/thoughts-after-moving-in.html' title='Thoughts after moving in.'/><author><name>Elisabeth Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12056248386366463274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sm1hezn-9jI/AAAAAAAAAGY/hKyaqZaRJls/S220/DSC04914.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/S4_KfghiXLI/AAAAAAAAAc4/k3slaM6pBZA/s72-c/DSC01709.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279510299782937866.post-932930437051099210</id><published>2009-12-02T18:21:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T22:57:44.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Qing's house party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oppsie! I broke my promise. Looks like I'm a girl who is hard to be trusted. Kept breaking promises. But... In real like I might be a different person. A girl who keep her promise and never make people around her disappointed. Well... You will never know until you meet me. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ahhh... Then what's the reason of dragging me to update my post? Hehhehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's simply just because I have lost interest in writing blog. At least, it's just during that period. That period when everything have to goes against me, crashing my passion of writing blog, but now everything is back to usual. Luckily... I don't wish my blog to be dead for so long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Readers, I don't blame you of skipping the paragraph above here. Too much of excuses. Sigh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyways... So I hope you can enjoy reading and below here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here are some of the pictures on Liew Qing's birthday celebration. I enjoyed myself that night. Fun spending time with friends for years. Haha.. Whenever they are around, I just can't stop burst out laughing. We had the celebration at Liew Qing's house. So we have to prepare the food by our ownself: Fried chicken and BBQ by Rhine and Qing, Pasta by Yi Wen, Fried rice by Jen Mei, Wedges and Calamari by Me! Yum yum.. I love Calamari dipped with sour cream or thai chili sauce. *this is making me hungry*&lt;/div&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 class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SxZI0dYktVI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/xAepJQ6RUNE/s400/14537_167185427595_700767595_2919702_953098_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410592068410324306" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SxZRNUDCipI/AAAAAAAAAcI/k2PY5Cbaji8/s400/14537_167159287595_700767595_2919455_7963409_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410601291493837458" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SxZRNu8-8eI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/cOmyOABeaZw/s400/14537_167159297595_700767595_2919456_7495921_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410601298716193250" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Special BBQ sausages&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SxZGCz0tQYI/AAAAAAAAAYA/PuFxEny4HnA/s400/14537_167159467595_700767595_2919479_1036153_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410589016417190274" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can see Jen Mei and Woan Mei cooking our food heartedly at the kitchen.&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 class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SxZHDpDajxI/AAAAAAAAAYo/luwYGpfq8xU/s400/14537_167185282595_700767595_2919682_6396143_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410590130217586450" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Warm atmosphere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SxZK1TO42DI/AAAAAAAAAbA/rVAUKjmwjMo/s1600-h/14537_167212672595_700767595_2919950_6952439_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SxZK1TO42DI/AAAAAAAAAbA/rVAUKjmwjMo/s400/14537_167212672595_700767595_2919950_6952439_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410594281888471090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SxZK0xtCqDI/AAAAAAAAAa4/NMQMaZPzZS8/s1600-h/14537_167185212595_700767595_2919669_7104306_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SxZK0xtCqDI/AAAAAAAAAa4/NMQMaZPzZS8/s400/14537_167185212595_700767595_2919669_7104306_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410594272888137778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We presented it this way, and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SxZH7rV7BrI/AAAAAAAAAZI/pvEfJUy6SKg/s400/14537_167159172595_700767595_2919437_3874147_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410591092904756914" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They presented it that way. Puuuuut~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SxZJptTp4DI/AAAAAAAAAaw/NuHErT1mXwM/s1600-h/14537_167205787595_700767595_2919810_5384124_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SxZJptTp4DI/AAAAAAAAAaw/NuHErT1mXwM/s400/14537_167205787595_700767595_2919810_5384124_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410592983217725490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let's have some fun with the disco BALLS.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It might explore anytime due to the bad quality of the balloons. Scary..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;By the way, identify what's the similar action below....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SxZJohbpG8I/AAAAAAAAAag/GjRpF-aDnAA/s1600-h/14537_167159432595_700767595_2919475_8259639_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SxZJoMjaHAI/AAAAAAAAAaY/Ri5Ce6P54cw/s1600-h/14537_167159357595_700767595_2919465_7777190_n-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SxZJoMjaHAI/AAAAAAAAAaY/Ri5Ce6P54cw/s400/14537_167159357595_700767595_2919465_7777190_n-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410592957245561858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SxZJnnMr1MI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/GB0BJ0O-sLk/s1600-h/14537_167159312595_700767595_2919458_7722229_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SxZJnnMr1MI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/GB0BJ0O-sLk/s400/14537_167159312595_700767595_2919458_7722229_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410592947218142402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SxZI1CUeY0I/AAAAAAAAAaI/NuXKhZWAUhk/s1600-h/14537_167159352595_700767595_2919464_1694662_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SxZI1CUeY0I/AAAAAAAAAaI/NuXKhZWAUhk/s400/14537_167159352595_700767595_2919464_1694662_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410592078325244738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SxZI0yi6UNI/AAAAAAAAAaA/yJbUrYdTd2I/s1600-h/14537_167159347595_700767595_2919463_7851628_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SxZI0yi6UNI/AAAAAAAAAaA/yJbUrYdTd2I/s400/14537_167159347595_700767595_2919463_7851628_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410592074090827986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SxZJohbpG8I/AAAAAAAAAag/GjRpF-aDnAA/s400/14537_167159432595_700767595_2919475_8259639_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410592962850134978" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Till here.... haha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SxZJpLoM-RI/AAAAAAAAAao/8jMhDVcsEjg/s400/14537_167159602595_700767595_2919497_5266131_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410592974177106194" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SxZI0dYktVI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/xAepJQ6RUNE/s1600-h/14537_167185427595_700767595_2919702_953098_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;www... Don't be sad?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SxZI0Ov_d6I/AAAAAAAAAZw/bCAz28CDJZI/s1600-h/14537_167185512595_700767595_2919718_3003827_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SxZIzvZE_uI/AAAAAAAAAZo/llcnWPD-8BM/s1600-h/14537_167185347595_700767595_2919691_1333827_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SxZIzvZE_uI/AAAAAAAAAZo/llcnWPD-8BM/s400/14537_167185347595_700767595_2919691_1333827_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410592056064409314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SxZH8nXOYYI/AAAAAAAAAZg/EDXjNPq3Hg0/s1600-h/14537_167185492595_700767595_2919714_622100_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SxZH8nXOYYI/AAAAAAAAAZg/EDXjNPq3Hg0/s400/14537_167185492595_700767595_2919714_622100_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410591109016347010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SxZI0Ov_d6I/AAAAAAAAAZw/bCAz28CDJZI/s400/14537_167185512595_700767595_2919718_3003827_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410592064482015138" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh my god.. This is as heavy as an elephant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SxZH8VXuHyI/AAAAAAAAAZY/ot1fBpg7l-Y/s1600-h/14537_167159177595_700767595_2919438_7588175_n.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SxZH8VXuHyI/AAAAAAAAAZY/ot1fBpg7l-Y/s1600-h/14537_167159177595_700767595_2919438_7588175_n.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SxZH8VXuHyI/AAAAAAAAAZY/ot1fBpg7l-Y/s400/14537_167159177595_700767595_2919438_7588175_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410591104186588962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SxZH74wDm6I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/lcubvu5k9rM/s1600-h/14537_167185522595_700767595_2919719_1968998_n.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SxZH74wDm6I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/lcubvu5k9rM/s400/14537_167185522595_700767595_2919719_1968998_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410591096504032162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SxZH7rV7BrI/AAAAAAAAAZI/pvEfJUy6SKg/s1600-h/14537_167159172595_700767595_2919437_3874147_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SxZH7DZyKpI/AAAAAAAAAZA/iKfYQMPP9gg/s1600-h/14537_167185402595_700767595_2919699_7631446_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SxZH7DZyKpI/AAAAAAAAAZA/iKfYQMPP9gg/s400/14537_167185402595_700767595_2919699_7631446_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410591082183535250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SxZHEZhC5zI/AAAAAAAAAY4/ucjLSOMOGyk/s1600-h/14537_167185307595_700767595_2919685_4907799_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SxZHEZhC5zI/AAAAAAAAAY4/ucjLSOMOGyk/s400/14537_167185307595_700767595_2919685_4907799_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410590143226767154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SxZHEJjuOMI/AAAAAAAAAYw/CibTLNGR_Rw/s1600-h/14537_167185352595_700767595_2919692_875164_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SxZHEJjuOMI/AAAAAAAAAYw/CibTLNGR_Rw/s400/14537_167185352595_700767595_2919692_875164_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410590138943027394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Way the go yi wen.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SxZHDpDajxI/AAAAAAAAAYo/luwYGpfq8xU/s1600-h/14537_167185282595_700767595_2919682_6396143_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SxZHDelX7bI/AAAAAAAAAYg/0vqZ0uVTG5w/s1600-h/14537_167159627595_700767595_2919500_7086567_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SxZHDelX7bI/AAAAAAAAAYg/0vqZ0uVTG5w/s400/14537_167159627595_700767595_2919500_7086567_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410590127407230386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me: Jiejie bully me... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SxZHC8FlIYI/AAAAAAAAAYY/pefYerXdERk/s1600-h/14537_167159512595_700767595_2919486_1365114_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SxZHC8FlIYI/AAAAAAAAAYY/pefYerXdERk/s400/14537_167159512595_700767595_2919486_1365114_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410590118147072386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SxZGCrZ3XsI/AAAAAAAAAX4/aGbv-FFTLuc/s1600-h/14537_167212622595_700767595_2919943_3024776_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SxZGCrZ3XsI/AAAAAAAAAX4/aGbv-FFTLuc/s400/14537_167212622595_700767595_2919943_3024776_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410589014157123266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy belated birthday Qing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SxZGCE_ng3I/AAAAAAAAAXw/Q_EMCS1RnnM/s400/14537_167212662595_700767595_2919949_1253691_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410589003846484850" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not enought? Wait.. There's more..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After the house party, we headed to Quatros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Personal speaking, I don't really like that club actually. But I still think that it's brilliant  of dividing that place into 4 seasons.. Unique isn't it? We went to the Autumn..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SxZLrw617kI/AAAAAAAAAbw/kpCwCFXkXik/s1600-h/14537_167234267595_700767595_2920165_590201_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SxZLrw617kI/AAAAAAAAAbw/kpCwCFXkXik/s400/14537_167234267595_700767595_2920165_590201_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410595217570393666" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-decoration: underline;text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SxZLrHxZs0I/AAAAAAAAAbg/Q0pbamNtc0o/s1600-h/14537_167234152595_700767595_2920147_240925_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SxZLrHxZs0I/AAAAAAAAAbg/Q0pbamNtc0o/s400/14537_167234152595_700767595_2920147_240925_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410595206524941122" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SxZLrZVF5sI/AAAAAAAAAbo/j1RRtYmy0n0/s400/14537_167243742595_700767595_2920286_7921607_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410595211238041282" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; 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&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SxZK2ZajxeI/AAAAAAAAAbY/1IaoZ66EeVQ/s1600-h/14537_167234182595_700767595_2920153_7920543_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SxZK2ZajxeI/AAAAAAAAAbY/1IaoZ66EeVQ/s400/14537_167234182595_700767595_2920153_7920543_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410594300727903714" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SxZK2Euvq6I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/-IxSsUuHXYA/s1600-h/14537_167234252595_700767595_2920163_7561946_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SxZK2Euvq6I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/-IxSsUuHXYA/s400/14537_167234252595_700767595_2920163_7561946_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410594295175424930" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my first time seeing Green Tea in club&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SxZLsK41aEI/AAAAAAAAAb4/Ah2OG6FNYDc/s400/14537_167243677595_700767595_2920275_3187838_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410595224541292610" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-decoration: underline;text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SxZXPKLmcpI/AAAAAAAAAcY/2kDlSOO4aWc/s400/14537_167243812595_700767595_2920295_3119778_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410607920274895506" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SxZK1hzJUWI/AAAAAAAAAbI/-jbkOC9JIH0/s1600-h/14537_167243812595_700767595_2920295_3119778_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No matter where it is, as long as I am surrounded by this bunch of good friends, I am satisfied. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. I'm moving house the next few days.. *flying around like a happy little bird*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently, I have been busy packing all of stuff. Gonna move in to my new house soon. ❀&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5279510299782937866-932930437051099210?l=dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/feeds/932930437051099210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5279510299782937866&amp;postID=932930437051099210' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/932930437051099210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/932930437051099210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/2009/12/qings-house-party.html' title='Qing&apos;s house party'/><author><name>Elisabeth Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12056248386366463274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sm1hezn-9jI/AAAAAAAAAGY/hKyaqZaRJls/S220/DSC04914.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SxZI0dYktVI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/xAepJQ6RUNE/s72-c/14537_167185427595_700767595_2919702_953098_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279510299782937866.post-2455735375265430642</id><published>2009-11-07T19:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T20:51:42.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aqua</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday night was awesome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We celebrated Qing's birthday at Mont' Kiara. I will update this hopefully by tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. Since I am trying to be an active blogger from now onwards. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In this few months, I was being such an loyal customer/product user to Aquamoist. Simply is just because that it satisfied me. I always believe  that Asian skin should stick to Asia product for some purposes, example skin care from Korea, Japan and Taiwan. Some of the products are designed for Asian so that our skin can be adapted to the products easily. Hence, this is one of the reason why I love Aquamoist so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SvVgdUmaXwI/AAAAAAAAAXI/Kdvya1PUnWs/s400/CIMG3330.JPG" border="3" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401329384963071746" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Toner in Blue bottle for Moisturing and Whitening effect. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Toner in Pink bottle for Moisturing and contains collagen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I just bought the pink one since my toner in blue has not much left. I really can feel the softness of my skin once I applied it. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SvVgeL9ckFI/AAAAAAAAAXY/KoU-C7APtaE/s400/CIMG3342.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401329399823634514" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the product which I'm waiting for. Finally..&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 class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SvVgefJCAfI/AAAAAAAAAXg/iH_BCOIg0b0/s400/CIMG3343.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401329404972499442" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One drop every night before you sleep. &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 class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SvVge_W_4fI/AAAAAAAAAXo/gX2tf_ZrKfs/s400/CIMG3344.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401329413621015026" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's actually in a gel foam. However,  it started melting and flowing down once I squeezed a drop on fingertip. Too watery for my skin? Never.. =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I just love the hydrating feel.. Besides hydrating your skin, hydrate your body too. Drink lots of water per day. I realised many people around me fell sick recently.=(&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 class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SvVgdgrxdII/AAAAAAAAAXQ/bgRcvSmtnVs/s400/CIMG3332.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401329388206781570" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 550px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Besides Aquamoist. I bought Neogence origin from Taiwan as well. Not that loyal after all huh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ps. I'm thinking of taking up a new language. French or Spanish? I wonder...❀&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5279510299782937866-2455735375265430642?l=dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/feeds/2455735375265430642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5279510299782937866&amp;postID=2455735375265430642' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/2455735375265430642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/2455735375265430642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/2009/11/yesterday-night-was-awesome-we.html' title='Aqua'/><author><name>Elisabeth Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12056248386366463274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sm1hezn-9jI/AAAAAAAAAGY/hKyaqZaRJls/S220/DSC04914.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SvVgdUmaXwI/AAAAAAAAAXI/Kdvya1PUnWs/s72-c/CIMG3330.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279510299782937866.post-3173142922929545763</id><published>2009-11-06T16:44:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T19:37:22.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween night 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have been dragging my time to update my blog. Guess I was too lazy.. Haha..  What have been up to me nowadays?&lt;/div&gt;Well.. I received some messages from my friends, caring for my sick that I had suffered for 3 days. After resting at home and taking some medicine, I feel much more better. Thanks a lot guys.. That was sweet. &lt;3 style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to this, I have even skipped my Accounting test on Thursday morning. I can't study at the night before exam, even though I have tried (fell asleep at Mcdonald's while I was doing the accounting work). Argh.. How awkward is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the sad experience that I had, I had my great time with my friends too. Went to Liew qing's house on 31st October for sleepover... Hmmm... Is that all? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SvPpTSceWXI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/DUNd6b-rIsU/s400/14445_163534562595_700767595_2886891_1549276_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400916895725410674" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Absolutely NOT! It's Halloween babe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We're thought of going Zouk at the first place. However, due to certain reason, we hit Poppy instead. As I remember, the last club that I went was Poppy as well. *poppy madness*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I wanted to dress like a Miss Bunny. However, I left the pink bunny ears at home.. End up, I don't think I look like any of the Miss Bunny I have imagined. *sob sob* So I stole Qing's glow-in-the-dark spectacle to complete my costume. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SvVCKhr61QI/AAAAAAAAAVY/zRzirfwW5Yw/s1600-h/14445_163534412595_700767595_2886872_687187_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SvVCKhr61QI/AAAAAAAAAVY/zRzirfwW5Yw/s400/14445_163534412595_700767595_2886872_687187_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401296076709483778" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ehem... Forget about Miss Bunny, I thought I can be a Miss Behave!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh well... Who cares? I don't see anyone with costumes when we're standing at the entrance of Poppy. Awww... I expected too much on that night. Halloween night means dress up party for me. Even though I have never bought any Halloween costume before. I just did some mix and match with my old clothes which turn up into this. haha... Since I haven't thought of spending any cash on Halloween costume yet. Last year, I remember I was trying to dress like a witch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SvVIRvor3RI/AAAAAAAAAVo/qCtzzd9nIgw/s1600-h/DSC00935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SvVIRvor3RI/AAAAAAAAAVo/qCtzzd9nIgw/s400/DSC00935.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401302797782867218" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Cowgirl sister and me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ps- stunning masque at the back&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 class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SvVMVWY442I/AAAAAAAAAV4/o1ROChQlsuc/s400/14445_163534392595_700767595_2886869_182567_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401307257771713378" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rhine, Eli, Qing, Kevin, Yvonne and Michelle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SvVMVqZ8-XI/AAAAAAAAAWA/8ROXfZ2JhZA/s400/14445_163534352595_700767595_2886864_4176221_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401307263144884594" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not forgetting about the night scenery of KL&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 class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SvVMV2DDq-I/AAAAAAAAAWI/ET71Gs6knQ0/s400/14445_163534517595_700767595_2886885_6491725_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401307266270079970" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; " /&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 class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SvVMWMNEh-I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/x1zES6Z3nyM/s400/14445_163534597595_700767595_2886895_1569413_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401307272217659362" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here comes the double dare. haha..&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 class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SvVQ9IbtgvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/yqditLjezXc/s400/14445_163534642595_700767595_2886900_1670624_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401312339266732786" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who's fingers are those?&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 class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SvVQ8qt35OI/AAAAAAAAAWo/U_5pSTIYBIE/s400/14445_163546722595_700767595_2887068_316207_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401312331289847010" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess all of us know the answer. =p&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 class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SvVQ8FR3nnI/AAAAAAAAAWg/dwXUPTQmdfk/s400/14445_163546902595_700767595_2887090_3152233_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401312321240276594" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay... At least I see a masque on Halloween party. But with naked body? Nah... He was with his clothes when he entered.&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 class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SvVQ8wQi5VI/AAAAAAAAAWw/wcmqjjJlPEY/s400/14445_163546782595_700767595_2887074_8200650_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401312332777448786" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haha... This is funny. But I can't remember why I was so shocked. What was so impress eh?&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 class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SvVMWWAnDTI/AAAAAAAAAWY/20DY4z1Vw1g/s400/14445_163546927595_700767595_2887092_2665375_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401307274849750322" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bottoms up! Woohoo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SvVQ9d-U5gI/AAAAAAAAAXA/hGzdN2LY9dQ/s400/14445_163547037595_700767595_2887103_4388314_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401312345049064962" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We started making up a lot of noise when we were waiting for our car at the bus stop. Example like, giving judgement for whoever is passing. Fail or pass? I know we sounded like attention seeker. So what if most of the passengers can't even remember your face when they wake up in the next morning? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wonderful night girls.. Hope you had a great Halloween night too.❀&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5279510299782937866-3173142922929545763?l=dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/feeds/3173142922929545763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5279510299782937866&amp;postID=3173142922929545763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/3173142922929545763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/3173142922929545763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-night-2009.html' title='Halloween night 2009'/><author><name>Elisabeth Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12056248386366463274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sm1hezn-9jI/AAAAAAAAAGY/hKyaqZaRJls/S220/DSC04914.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SvPpTSceWXI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/DUNd6b-rIsU/s72-c/14445_163534562595_700767595_2886891_1549276_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279510299782937866.post-9050723266050209506</id><published>2009-10-17T21:59:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T19:22:21.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first collage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/StnQWjCAPeI/AAAAAAAAAUg/hWIVYYGzxMo/s1600-h/Collage5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/StnQWjCAPeI/AAAAAAAAAUg/hWIVYYGzxMo/s400/Collage5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393571114532224482" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 550px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Delicate this for Woan Wei. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/StnQXKV53sI/AAAAAAAAAUo/BqL12ZD9Scc/s400/collage1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393571125084675778" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 356px; " /&gt;I have always thought of making this. Making my own collage! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Finally I take my time to download this cool application today. With this application, I can create any shape of collage that I like. Designing is the matter of it. Check out these awesome collage that had created by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/dpriscillar/"&gt;D Prissilla R&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jeezny/"&gt;Jeezny&lt;/a&gt; . =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/StrAfCmLS6I/AAAAAAAAAUw/BXKgz4FsFeA/s1600-h/3787451162_b5cc4a5fc3.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/StrAfCmLS6I/AAAAAAAAAUw/BXKgz4FsFeA/s400/3787451162_b5cc4a5fc3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393835143235062690" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have a Cuppa &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/StrAfmG9b1I/AAAAAAAAAU4/z0CYRm4K0VY/s1600-h/3756774238_24f0f3bec1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/StrAfmG9b1I/AAAAAAAAAU4/z0CYRm4K0VY/s400/3756774238_24f0f3bec1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393835152767807314" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 272px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Swiss National Day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/StrAf6s-RbI/AAAAAAAAAVA/iUGrRwr4iG0/s1600-h/3403582268_f736bbb7df.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/StrAf6s-RbI/AAAAAAAAAVA/iUGrRwr4iG0/s1600-h/3403582268_f736bbb7df.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/StrAf6s-RbI/AAAAAAAAAVA/iUGrRwr4iG0/s400/3403582268_f736bbb7df.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393835158295954866" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 383px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Project 365[March]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/StrAgV1WxYI/AAAAAAAAAVI/R9-MDjbQ5u8/s1600-h/3341298853_847c4e78bc.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/StrAgV1WxYI/AAAAAAAAAVI/R9-MDjbQ5u8/s400/3341298853_847c4e78bc.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393835165578872194" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 398px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Project 365[January]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Feel like making one for yourself? &lt;a href="http://www.shapecollage.com/"&gt;Click this &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Have fun! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ps: I need to concern about an adequate sleep now.❀&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/5279510299782937866-9050723266050209506?l=dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/feeds/9050723266050209506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5279510299782937866&amp;postID=9050723266050209506' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/9050723266050209506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/9050723266050209506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-first-collage.html' title='My first collage'/><author><name>Elisabeth Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12056248386366463274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sm1hezn-9jI/AAAAAAAAAGY/hKyaqZaRJls/S220/DSC04914.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/StnQWjCAPeI/AAAAAAAAAUg/hWIVYYGzxMo/s72-c/Collage5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279510299782937866.post-1038559272818891759</id><published>2009-10-17T02:09:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T23:35:38.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long long journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I have 3 assignments to finish up. I got so stress up when I realised that the due date is getting closer and closer. Deep inside my heart, I told myself that there's not much time for me to procrastinate anymore, asking myself how can I be so unorganised. However, I'm glad that everything is going quite well now. I really appreciate my classmates whom we just met few months ago. =) for being supportive and being who they are. I don't like people who pretend to be someone they are not. Double sided face? That really turn me off. In fact, they aren't worth to be friend either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100%; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393272071345879762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/StjAX8WbOtI/AAAAAAAAATw/LhM-2lY5ubU/s400/DSC_1048+copy.jpg" /&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Anyway.... People gain experience and learn from it everyday. It's like a long long road to go, and I'm still walking. While walking on road, you would meet a lot of obstacles and you have to deal with them, but remember to rest your feet and smell the flower at the roadside. *hint* =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;We celebrated Shu Chin's birthday after class on Friday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/StjB18oXFdI/AAAAAAAAAT4/9RiFTc6c8Cc/s1600-h/7827_154421967607_772697607_2600883_6710968_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393273686328808914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/StjB18oXFdI/AAAAAAAAAT4/9RiFTc6c8Cc/s400/7827_154421967607_772697607_2600883_6710968_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The register from Sunway College called me on Tuesday regarding my LAN transcript. So I made a quick move to Sunway College after the celebration. I'm really glad to see one of my friend whom I met in MUFY last semester. I have to say that he made a really good friend of mine. Had a good conversation before his class starts. In the end, the conversation made his missed half an hour of his class. Oppsss... 0:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I have to admit it... I miss MUFY life! Sunway College really gave me a lot of good memories though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Battling over night and night for our English project, memorising the economics theory, practising Maths over and over again, getting pressure from teacher, receiving letter from Pn. Norli due to lack of attendance, disappointed when the result turns out not as good as you want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;To Mufyian,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Does it sound familiar to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/StjGqshorOI/AAAAAAAAAUA/82Eq7Xw80x0/s1600-h/DSC00574.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393278990585212130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/StjGqshorOI/AAAAAAAAAUA/82Eq7Xw80x0/s400/DSC00574.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;This is what you can see in the library&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000ee;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/StjGrMsy30I/AAAAAAAAAUI/r3btIPMTWF8/s1600-h/Photo+11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393278999221952322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/StjGrMsy30I/AAAAAAAAAUI/r3btIPMTWF8/s400/Photo+11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;If you're too stress up while doing math in the library, you can do what we did in the library. Photobooth in the Library!! Let's imagine we're on a vacation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;walking along the sandy seaside, listening to the breeze of ocean, beach birds are flying in the sky, perhaps some macho beach guys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Feeling so relaxed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;OKAY! Wake up girls!! We still have a tons of questions to solve here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/StjGrisGpUI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/6XcM99h38LM/s1600-h/DSC00740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393279005124633922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/StjGrisGpUI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/6XcM99h38LM/s400/DSC00740.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;This note was passed around to motivate people around us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/StjGsXwSHMI/AAAAAAAAAUY/QpJLl0R-eaE/s1600-h/DSC00613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393279019369241794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/StjGsXwSHMI/AAAAAAAAAUY/QpJLl0R-eaE/s400/DSC00613.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;He's so over it. haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The best picture taken during MUFY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Perhaps there's MORE. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Halloween is coming. Playing dress up anyone?❀&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5279510299782937866-1038559272818891759?l=dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/feeds/1038559272818891759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5279510299782937866&amp;postID=1038559272818891759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/1038559272818891759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/1038559272818891759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/2009/10/long-long-journey.html' title='Long long journey'/><author><name>Elisabeth Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12056248386366463274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sm1hezn-9jI/AAAAAAAAAGY/hKyaqZaRJls/S220/DSC04914.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/StjAX8WbOtI/AAAAAAAAATw/LhM-2lY5ubU/s72-c/DSC_1048+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279510299782937866.post-2409333206635870744</id><published>2009-10-09T22:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T00:08:24.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing out</title><content type='html'>What are the biggest things that I have missed in this few days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Good Coffee Day from Starbucks. Free Tall Brewed Coffee at all Starbucks Stores from 10am-       12pm only!&lt;div&gt;    I became a coffee addicts after I met Starbucks Coffee.. Isn't it bad or good? I wonder.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Piano Lesson for 2 weeks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Gym. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Beauty sleep. Didn't have a proper sleep this few days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I missed out these, what did I have really done in this few days? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It might be something which is much more important than these. At least this is what I feel for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. I swear to myself that I would not spend a single cent on shopping today as my aim to Pyramid is Soo Ting's makeover. In the end? Yup, you guess it right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh... *shake head* Eli eli...❀&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5279510299782937866-2409333206635870744?l=dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/feeds/2409333206635870744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5279510299782937866&amp;postID=2409333206635870744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/2409333206635870744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/2409333206635870744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/2009/10/missing-out.html' title='Missing out'/><author><name>Elisabeth Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12056248386366463274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sm1hezn-9jI/AAAAAAAAAGY/hKyaqZaRJls/S220/DSC04914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279510299782937866.post-4380779668624734734</id><published>2009-10-05T00:48:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T22:52:41.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moon cake Festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Moon cake Festival and Happy Reunion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A special day for the families.&lt;br /&gt;It might be a day that the elderly have looked upon to it.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for this day to come so that they can seize a chance to see their beloved son and daughter.&lt;br /&gt;Appreciate them while you can and remember to be grateful with what you have..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I celebrated my moon cake festival with the Ng family. We celebrated our beloved grandmum's birthday at the same time. I still miss my grandmum sometimes.. hehe.. She used to take care of me when I was a tiny baby. Heard that I brought a lot of trouble to her cause I like to bawl when my parents are not around. Haha.. Anyways, she still come to my house and visit us once a while. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Ss9EFLdoczI/AAAAAAAAAS4/lBCk5FjWDRQ/s1600-h/CIMG3103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Ss9EFLdoczI/AAAAAAAAAS4/lBCk5FjWDRQ/s400/CIMG3103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390602134752883506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Ss9GiUXm3pI/AAAAAAAAATA/AFXTK6oPMoI/s1600-h/CIMG3122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Ss9GiUXm3pI/AAAAAAAAATA/AFXTK6oPMoI/s400/CIMG3122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390604834382995090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Ss9Gi7Z8jcI/AAAAAAAAATI/vt--e1ObCrw/s1600-h/CIMG3107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Ss9Gi7Z8jcI/AAAAAAAAATI/vt--e1ObCrw/s400/CIMG3107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390604844861787586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What a creative decoration of food.. Nevertheless it's delicious too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Ss9GjtZO-jI/AAAAAAAAATQ/Oj0C71FY0Kg/s1600-h/CIMG3146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Ss9GjtZO-jI/AAAAAAAAATQ/Oj0C71FY0Kg/s400/CIMG3146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390604858280573490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and my cousin&lt;br /&gt;We're in the same mood that night.. Pink=In love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Ss9IpjlTheI/AAAAAAAAATY/xnQ4FGDyG5c/s1600-h/CIMG3124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Ss9IpjlTheI/AAAAAAAAATY/xnQ4FGDyG5c/s400/CIMG3124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390607157749319138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Giving grandmum the best wishes and the best birthday song.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I feel proud to have a sister who can sing so loud and expressive:&lt;br /&gt;Felicia, at the middle of picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Ss9IqFhKyZI/AAAAAAAAATg/yGLkhkHzdNk/s1600-h/CIMG3138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Ss9IqFhKyZI/AAAAAAAAATg/yGLkhkHzdNk/s400/CIMG3138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390607166858774930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Rachel.&lt;br /&gt;Both of us look short due to the angle problem, or we really do look short? -_-&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 onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Ss9IqkTzTMI/AAAAAAAAATo/oNTZhnb4Mrw/s1600-h/Shen+shen.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 393px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Ss9IqkTzTMI/AAAAAAAAATo/oNTZhnb4Mrw/s400/Shen+shen.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390607175124208834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My cousin who likes to eat everywhere with his bowl and chopsticks.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. His parents are just sitting at the back.❀&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5279510299782937866-4380779668624734734?l=dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/feeds/4380779668624734734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5279510299782937866&amp;postID=4380779668624734734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/4380779668624734734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/4380779668624734734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/2009/10/moon-cake-festival.html' title='Moon cake Festival'/><author><name>Elisabeth Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12056248386366463274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sm1hezn-9jI/AAAAAAAAAGY/hKyaqZaRJls/S220/DSC04914.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Ss9EFLdoczI/AAAAAAAAAS4/lBCk5FjWDRQ/s72-c/CIMG3103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279510299782937866.post-695913431075916732</id><published>2009-09-26T16:59:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T00:45:50.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My favourite eye product</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SsDXuz3YOwI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/V40wfRod8X0/s1600-h/DSC05466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SsDXuz3YOwI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/V40wfRod8X0/s400/DSC05466.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386542353531550466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit that I fell in love with Shu Uemura's liquid eyeliner since the day that I got it. It became one of my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MUST USE&lt;/span&gt; product while doing my make up. The great thing about the eyeliner is that it does not smudge easily. Unless you rub your eyes vigorously..&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; The fiber tip creates clean and detailed strokes that are waterproof and smudge proof.&lt;/span&gt; So it can create your dramatic look for the all day long! However, don't be mistaken that it's hard to remove it, it's as easy as a piece of cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the ink cartridge is not included and have to buy it separately. I think that's one of the advantage of the eyeliner, reusing the body of the eyeliner. So I'm actually creating lesser waste product. hehe..  This is the thrid cartridge that I have bought so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a period that my eyeliner run out of ink and, so I took the Shiseido creme eyeliner as the substitution. Couldn't manage to seize a chance to visit the make up store as I have a very pack schedule during the exam week. =_=&lt;br /&gt;What I really like about it is the texture of the creme. It's very smooth while using the brush to apply on my eyelid. And it is dark enough.. However it smudge very easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SsDXve1-hkI/AAAAAAAAARA/Yb1PQA9Brws/s1600-h/DSC05469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SsDXve1-hkI/AAAAAAAAARA/Yb1PQA9Brws/s400/DSC05469.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386542365068396098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hence, every afternoon, I ll see myself with two dark circles on my eye bags. sigh.. Thank goodness that my Shu Uemura's liquid eyeliner is back now! hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Neway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated Shen Li's birthday on friday. Have lotz of fun though. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SsDfp4s2ERI/AAAAAAAAARI/NaWrxjaqHTQ/s1600-h/DSC05394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SsDfp4s2ERI/AAAAAAAAARI/NaWrxjaqHTQ/s400/DSC05394.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386551065023222034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the car going to our destination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SsDfqjpQhwI/AAAAAAAAARQ/ut5RO_Enb8E/s1600-h/DSC05397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SsDfqjpQhwI/AAAAAAAAARQ/ut5RO_Enb8E/s400/DSC05397.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386551076550903554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SsDfrM2ur-I/AAAAAAAAARY/rfxtp99rHS8/s1600-h/DSC05403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SsDfrM2ur-I/AAAAAAAAARY/rfxtp99rHS8/s400/DSC05403.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386551087613259746" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;Shaun trying to get our attentions. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SsDfrqyLwLI/AAAAAAAAARg/-rZ7gpsOz3U/s1600-h/DSC05405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SsDfrqyLwLI/AAAAAAAAARg/-rZ7gpsOz3U/s400/DSC05405.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386551095647256754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SsDfsIduZeI/AAAAAAAAARo/2Xroj20rx6U/s1600-h/DSC05412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SsDfsIduZeI/AAAAAAAAARo/2Xroj20rx6U/s400/DSC05412.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386551103614510562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SsDiTTDZcTI/AAAAAAAAARw/ncFZ9tZ1sno/s1600-h/DSC05421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SsDiTTDZcTI/AAAAAAAAARw/ncFZ9tZ1sno/s400/DSC05421.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386553975495029042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sally, Su Jhin, Shu Chin, Shen Li&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SsDiUNhgHGI/AAAAAAAAAR4/kME4G9NfTME/s400/DSC05422.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386553991190551650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SsDlV1uOvHI/AAAAAAAAASo/EVMnV9sbD_k/s1600-h/DSC05436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SsDlV1uOvHI/AAAAAAAAASo/EVMnV9sbD_k/s400/DSC05436.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386557317696109682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SsDiVp16ysI/AAAAAAAAASQ/9EJhLPe6aXI/s1600-h/DSC05431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SsDiVp16ysI/AAAAAAAAASQ/9EJhLPe6aXI/s400/DSC05431.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386554015972248258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy 20th birthday Shen Li..&lt;br /&gt;Ending the "teen" years.&lt;br /&gt;Argh.. I feel so old now. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SsDlU4S534I/AAAAAAAAASY/Y79m8c9KQF8/s1600-h/DSC05434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SsDlU4S534I/AAAAAAAAASY/Y79m8c9KQF8/s400/DSC05434.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386557301206933378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SsDlVbDAoxI/AAAAAAAAASg/aw_3hUQyt_s/s1600-h/DSC05439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SsDlVbDAoxI/AAAAAAAAASg/aw_3hUQyt_s/s400/DSC05439.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386557310535508754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cute Sally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SsDlWfLJvxI/AAAAAAAAASw/9xBtFZj69T0/s1600-h/DSC05451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SsDlWfLJvxI/AAAAAAAAASw/9xBtFZj69T0/s400/DSC05451.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386557328823271186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The cool one has finally smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Girls! Let's do it again..❀&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5279510299782937866-695913431075916732?l=dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/feeds/695913431075916732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5279510299782937866&amp;postID=695913431075916732' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/695913431075916732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/695913431075916732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-favourite-eye-product.html' title='My favourite eye product'/><author><name>Elisabeth Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12056248386366463274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sm1hezn-9jI/AAAAAAAAAGY/hKyaqZaRJls/S220/DSC04914.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SsDXuz3YOwI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/V40wfRod8X0/s72-c/DSC05466.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279510299782937866.post-1407370530358294106</id><published>2009-09-24T20:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T16:33:53.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday night</title><content type='html'>Finally it had settled down. I'm glad that everything is back to normal now. I have no idea how I struggled with different and different kind bad feelings, not knowing where's the right direction to go. I am tired of comparing with one another.. Life is meant to be challenging and fun. Many obstacles will come to us.. There's nothing like "everything will turn out how the way you wanted". Deal with them instead of avoiding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times I have fell down. These experiences that I have gained are priceless. People would not understanding by just telling them.&lt;br /&gt;Why living for people?  I like this quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;“Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma - which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of other's opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Poppy on Friday night. A few of pictures are taken as the dance stage was too crowded that night. Photos are taken from Rishival. Thanks. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sr3O1ZUrT_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/wk7nTxF_4y0/s1600-h/8125_137763766106_608476106_2677162_3331755_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sr3O1ZUrT_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/wk7nTxF_4y0/s400/8125_137763766106_608476106_2677162_3331755_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385688146130980850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sr3O1vl1VxI/AAAAAAAAAQw/Yn_y4a0jQZI/s1600-h/8125_137763796106_608476106_2677165_7985955_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sr3O1vl1VxI/AAAAAAAAAQw/Yn_y4a0jQZI/s400/8125_137763796106_608476106_2677165_7985955_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385688152108521234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Poor derrick.. He was very drunk that night.&lt;br /&gt;My fake eyelashes falling off. Ahhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a lot of familiar faces that night. Faces that I don't wish to see in the club. What a crazy night. I passed a roadblock with Derrick is literally drunk beside me.. Amazing right? Penang rocks! *hint hint*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There will be more updates with pictures. A lot more to tell!❀&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5279510299782937866-1407370530358294106?l=dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/feeds/1407370530358294106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5279510299782937866&amp;postID=1407370530358294106' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/1407370530358294106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/1407370530358294106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/2009/09/friday-night.html' title='Friday night'/><author><name>Elisabeth Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12056248386366463274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sm1hezn-9jI/AAAAAAAAAGY/hKyaqZaRJls/S220/DSC04914.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sr3O1ZUrT_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/wk7nTxF_4y0/s72-c/8125_137763766106_608476106_2677162_3331755_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279510299782937866.post-6130297027577087751</id><published>2009-09-14T20:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T21:03:36.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reptiles</title><content type='html'>Nooo... I don't think it's cute nor adorable. Why are you these people keep saying that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*in the car on the way back home*&lt;br /&gt;Derrick: Awww... it's so cute so cute so cute so CUTTEEEEEEEEE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elisabeth: *stared at him one kind* No! Don't use the CUTE word.&lt;br /&gt; *thinking that it doesn't qualify to use this word*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why people would like to have a snake as a pet honestly. I can feel that my heart skipped a beat a few times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sq46FZpPdbI/AAAAAAAAAQY/vKsmaUHD4n0/s1600-h/7635_163479580970_620375970_4140539_321650_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sq46FZpPdbI/AAAAAAAAAQY/vKsmaUHD4n0/s400/7635_163479580970_620375970_4140539_321650_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381302469211944370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sq46F__Y58I/AAAAAAAAAQg/NAmTvotlK8M/s1600-h/7635_163479525970_620375970_4140534_1575227_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sq46F__Y58I/AAAAAAAAAQg/NAmTvotlK8M/s400/7635_163479525970_620375970_4140534_1575227_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381302479505385410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked so terrified in the picture. Actually, I was much more terrified than I look in the picture. Never thought of touching it even at the beginning. I can see that Jonathan actually had fun by looking me got scared by his pet. Lol.. However, after the "warm up" session and so much motivation, from Derrick especially, I manage to hold it's body! Oh well.. There's nothing to be happy about. I still don't like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard that today will be the feeding day for Flux,the snake. Ahhh... Poor mice!&lt;br /&gt;p.s.  just need to feed them once a week only.&lt;br /&gt;p.s.s Thank goodness I'm not there today!❀&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5279510299782937866-6130297027577087751?l=dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/feeds/6130297027577087751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5279510299782937866&amp;postID=6130297027577087751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/6130297027577087751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/6130297027577087751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/2009/09/reptiles.html' title='Reptiles'/><author><name>Elisabeth Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12056248386366463274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sm1hezn-9jI/AAAAAAAAAGY/hKyaqZaRJls/S220/DSC04914.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sq46FZpPdbI/AAAAAAAAAQY/vKsmaUHD4n0/s72-c/7635_163479580970_620375970_4140539_321650_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279510299782937866.post-4112782910202188853</id><published>2009-09-13T20:22:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T02:34:36.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 way's birthday celebration</title><content type='html'>It had been a while since the last time I updated. Think... I went out too often with Derrick. hmmm... However, I'm sure that I'll have plenty of time staying at home next week. Have to nerd for my very first test in degree programme. I'm kinda blur about my test anyway. Gotta catch up already. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, me and my besties had fun last Friday. We celebrated Woan Wei's belated birthday on 4th of September. She's a merdeka baby. Hehe.. She planned to have a dress code for birthday celebration which is "Black and White", but she decided to change her mind in the end with "wwyw" due to avoid some misunderstandings. *now I feel like missing ywyw already. argh..*&lt;br /&gt;(wwyw=wear whatever you want, don't ask me what does ywyw stands for) =p&lt;br /&gt;However, it didn't work out. Everybody still wore according to the previous dress code. I guess everybody had already thought what to wear earlier. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sq0ARpcrigI/AAAAAAAAAQI/OsZp8qQnqjE/s1600-h/DSC05261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sq0ARpcrigI/AAAAAAAAAQI/OsZp8qQnqjE/s400/DSC05261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380957432961534466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Get what I meant? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sq0ARpcrigI/AAAAAAAAAQI/OsZp8qQnqjE/s1600-h/DSC05261.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sqz4Binvu8I/AAAAAAAAAOY/ZuowD0VGXk8/s1600-h/DSC05257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sqz4Binvu8I/AAAAAAAAAOY/ZuowD0VGXk8/s400/DSC05257.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380948360157969346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Deciding what to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sqz4DvwXqzI/AAAAAAAAAO4/15lZksCcOe4/s1600-h/DSC05268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sqz4DvwXqzI/AAAAAAAAAO4/15lZksCcOe4/s400/DSC05268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380948398043540274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Candid shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sqz7-s-wQeI/AAAAAAAAAPA/sGPwgxw9baI/s1600-h/DSC05272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sqz7-s-wQeI/AAAAAAAAAPA/sGPwgxw9baI/s400/DSC05272.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380952709445730786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like how the way they decorate the restaurant. I really thought of buying a birdcage to hang all of my jewelry. Cool huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sqz4CuO64xI/AAAAAAAAAOo/hqfcnKdnPQo/s1600-h/DSC05276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sqz4CuO64xI/AAAAAAAAAOo/hqfcnKdnPQo/s400/DSC05276.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380948380454937362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sqz4DCEqDjI/AAAAAAAAAOw/pqj_M-Kfmt0/s1600-h/DSC05263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sqz4DCEqDjI/AAAAAAAAAOw/pqj_M-Kfmt0/s400/DSC05263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380948385780600370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sqzo0thMigI/AAAAAAAAANA/6J9jPVgyQYQ/s1600-h/1way%27s+bday+A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sqzo0thMigI/AAAAAAAAANA/6J9jPVgyQYQ/s400/1way%27s+bday+A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380931647070571010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sq0DgQKigcI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/jjQw0vbUXWA/s1600-h/7221_123406677595_700767595_2517640_185864_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sq0DgQKigcI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/jjQw0vbUXWA/s400/7221_123406677595_700767595_2517640_185864_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380960982407479746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jen Mei and Me =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SqzpP1vWOAI/AAAAAAAAANo/oH6r2_zrCk0/s1600-h/1way%27s+bday+F.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SqzpP1vWOAI/AAAAAAAAANo/oH6r2_zrCk0/s400/1way%27s+bday+F.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380932113133877250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seafood pasta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sqzo2ECTv9I/AAAAAAAAANg/7pNNwrYybBM/s1600-h/1way%27s+bday+E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sqzo2ECTv9I/AAAAAAAAANg/7pNNwrYybBM/s400/1way%27s+bday+E.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380931670294904786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sharing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sqzo1051iDI/AAAAAAAAANY/1TJCogq0aAU/s1600-h/1way%27s+bday+D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sqzo1051iDI/AAAAAAAAANY/1TJCogq0aAU/s400/1way%27s+bday+D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380931666232838194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sqzo1bMAwNI/AAAAAAAAANQ/Q_HulbGdHjs/s1600-h/1way%27s+bday+C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sqzo1bMAwNI/AAAAAAAAANQ/Q_HulbGdHjs/s400/1way%27s+bday+C.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380931659329749202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Always with his cheerful smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sqz8AASSwvI/AAAAAAAAAPY/1XLO5mudh-w/s1600-h/DSC05281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sqz8AASSwvI/AAAAAAAAAPY/1XLO5mudh-w/s400/DSC05281.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380952731807826674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_CPHMain_ctl02_Label2"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_CPHMain_ctl02_Label2"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;May your day be filled with laughter       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On this your special day       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And may the finest things in life       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="ctl00_CPHMain_ctl02_Label2"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always come your way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="ctl00_CPHMain_ctl02_Label2"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You're my dear friend       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;      Please lean upon my shoulder       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;      You'll be needing the support, now       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     That you're feeling so much older!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_CPHMain_ctl02_Label2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_CPHMain_ctl02_Label2"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_CPHMain_ctl02_Label2"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sqz8AvxX9GI/AAAAAAAAAPg/3mx6vaC7oB0/s1600-h/DSC05288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sqz8AvxX9GI/AAAAAAAAAPg/3mx6vaC7oB0/s400/DSC05288.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380952744554656866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SqzpRiXE8FI/AAAAAAAAAOI/UWVRJXmewEs/s1600-h/1way%27s+bday+J.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SqzpRiXE8FI/AAAAAAAAAOI/UWVRJXmewEs/s400/1way%27s+bday+J.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380932142291546194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SqzpRH4Y93I/AAAAAAAAAOA/1KBKKcwk2ZU/s1600-h/1way%27s+bday+I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SqzpRH4Y93I/AAAAAAAAAOA/1KBKKcwk2ZU/s400/1way%27s+bday+I.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380932135183513458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SqzpQ4GxyrI/AAAAAAAAAN4/gAyzJ9LFnA0/s1600-h/1way%27s+bday+H.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SqzpQ4GxyrI/AAAAAAAAAN4/gAyzJ9LFnA0/s400/1way%27s+bday+H.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380932130948893362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sweet couples. Woan Wei and Henry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went to the Curve for a drink after the dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sqz-lBKH6KI/AAAAAAAAAP4/EaNhYGsSSu4/s1600-h/DSC05292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sqz-lBKH6KI/AAAAAAAAAP4/EaNhYGsSSu4/s400/DSC05292.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380955566720411810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I guess Henry was trying to show how's the phone works. I didn't really pay attention with what's going on over there. haha.. They have their guys chat, so do we girls. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sqz-kjYqQ7I/AAAAAAAAAPw/RYZ9DVngzz0/s1600-h/DSC05302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sqz-kjYqQ7I/AAAAAAAAAPw/RYZ9DVngzz0/s400/DSC05302.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380955558728319922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Singapore sling@Laundry bar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went to Jonathan's house with Derrick, Samantha and YB just now. To visit his pet instead of him. Must be a unique pet it could be that made us went all the way to his house. I will post the pictures up if I could get the pictures from Samantha, didn't bring along my camera. Wanna know what's his&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; pet is?&lt;br /&gt;Hind hind.. Something that really scared me off. ❀&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/5279510299782937866-4112782910202188853?l=dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/feeds/4112782910202188853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5279510299782937866&amp;postID=4112782910202188853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/4112782910202188853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/4112782910202188853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/2009/09/1-ways-birthday-celebration.html' title='1 way&apos;s birthday celebration'/><author><name>Elisabeth Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12056248386366463274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sm1hezn-9jI/AAAAAAAAAGY/hKyaqZaRJls/S220/DSC04914.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sq0ARpcrigI/AAAAAAAAAQI/OsZp8qQnqjE/s72-c/DSC05261.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279510299782937866.post-7684347682503080986</id><published>2009-09-05T13:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T14:14:33.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mist Club by Nuffnang</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well... It was really fun at the Black Out Party. Looks like everyone had fun. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the &lt;i&gt;Merdeka&lt;/i&gt; eve, Derrick came and look for me in the afternoon. As I know, my dad is coming back that night so I didn't bother to join his plan later. When we were lunch/dinner at secret recipe, I received a call from my sister, asking about my plan tonight as she's going to come back home late tonight. &lt;i&gt;(S&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;isters always do that so that neither of us get the biggest crime)&lt;/i&gt; You get what I mean? haha.. She heard that my dad is not coming back so early, probably in the midnight. So, here is goes! I went back home for a change. Girls are getting more and more wild nowadays. *shake head*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, our plan is to attend the &lt;i&gt;merdeka&lt;/i&gt; celebration which was organized by Nuffnang at Mist club, Bangsar, with Derrick, Desmond, Mira, &lt;a href="http://marshmallowpopsicles.blogspot.com"&gt;Samantha&lt;/a&gt;, and her friends. It was a last minute decision. So I thought that I have to pay for the entry since I didn't get the invitation from anybody. However, I was fortunate enough to bump into a "nuffnanger" at my house. &lt;a href="http://sweetsourspicybitter.blogspot.com"&gt;Mindy Lim&lt;/a&gt;, friend of my sister. She gave her email and her blogsite to me while my sister was busy preparing herself. Thanks again Mindy! =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SqKmml-znAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/34aJwJ66hfM/s1600-h/30082009084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SqKmml-znAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/34aJwJ66hfM/s400/30082009084.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378044086994574338" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eli and Mira at the Entrance of Mist Club&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SqKmmzc8rjI/AAAAAAAAAMw/TAp4fKaw_Qg/s1600-h/30082009085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SqKmmzc8rjI/AAAAAAAAAMw/TAp4fKaw_Qg/s400/30082009085.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378044090610658866" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&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;Eli and Derrick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We're so punctual that when we reached there, they still don't allow us to enter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Note that: No shorts, No round collar shirt, No underwear, No bikini. There's more but I can't remember. I was kinda worried and asking Samantha to stand infront of me because I was wearing shorts! I didn't inform about that. But I was in by then, no obstacles. Maybe that's only for guys, I wonder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SqKmnRbo5JI/AAAAAAAAAM4/XEG0OkjBvyQ/s400/6387_153923795660_665785660_3880586_3717748_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378044098658231442" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Heard that Derrick had a date on that night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looks like it's true. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nothing much about the celebration of &lt;i&gt;Merdeka &lt;/i&gt;this year. They have dancers and singers performed on the stage. Me and Derrick realized that the one of the lead male singer can really sing. *heart* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;p.s. Finally I did my facial wash today. It's good to have a regular facial wash so that our skin pore can get a deeper cleanse.❀&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/5279510299782937866-7684347682503080986?l=dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/feeds/7684347682503080986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5279510299782937866&amp;postID=7684347682503080986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/7684347682503080986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/7684347682503080986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/2009/09/mist-club-by-nuffnang.html' title='Mist Club by Nuffnang'/><author><name>Elisabeth Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12056248386366463274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sm1hezn-9jI/AAAAAAAAAGY/hKyaqZaRJls/S220/DSC04914.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SqKmml-znAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/34aJwJ66hfM/s72-c/30082009084.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279510299782937866.post-7304592655274746098</id><published>2009-09-05T01:46:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T12:49:34.019+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Party'/><title type='text'>Black Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SqFYK0CZQPI/AAAAAAAAALg/poFEKfExkok/s1600-h/6053_104688709863_676494863_2227871_3342732_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SqFYK0CZQPI/AAAAAAAAALg/poFEKfExkok/s400/6053_104688709863_676494863_2227871_3342732_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377676372847706354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went to the Black Out party with &lt;a href="http://shutterevo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Derrick&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://mirateoh.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mira&lt;/a&gt; and Desmond on the 28th of August@Metropol Gourmet Bar. I got the ticket from Derrick. It was an awesome party.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, when i first entered to the bar, it disappointed me due to the amount of people. Feels like people were neglected to the reply to the invitation of this party. =/&lt;br /&gt;However, it went quite well after the community gave out the gifts to win. Eventually I was involved in one of the challenges which was given by the community. haha.. I failed to win the prizes, cause I can't drink. But Mira did made us proud that night.. She won the prizes! Woohoo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let's all the pictures do the talking!&lt;br /&gt;Pictures are taken from Desmond.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SqFn2iVMlXI/AAAAAAAAALw/9iW-hret6dQ/s1600-h/6387_153923760660_665785660_3880579_7688185_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SqFn2iVMlXI/AAAAAAAAALw/9iW-hret6dQ/s400/6387_153923760660_665785660_3880579_7688185_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377693616683390322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eli and Mira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SqFn2asi_4I/AAAAAAAAALo/imUQhn-O7Yw/s1600-h/6387_153923755660_665785660_3880578_6207483_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SqFn2asi_4I/AAAAAAAAALo/imUQhn-O7Yw/s400/6387_153923755660_665785660_3880578_6207483_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377693614633844610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eli, Derrick and Mira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SqFoWvdNNEI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/D6cqkM0wcys/s1600-h/6387_153923775660_665785660_3880582_6149906_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SqFoWvdNNEI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/D6cqkM0wcys/s400/6387_153923775660_665785660_3880582_6149906_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377694169962460226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*Desmond: Heh... My turn now..*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hahaha... Just joking Desmond..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SqFn3cP2ZtI/AAAAAAAAAMA/8BGD25Sm41Y/s1600-h/6387_153923770660_665785660_3880581_6556288_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SqFn3cP2ZtI/AAAAAAAAAMA/8BGD25Sm41Y/s400/6387_153923770660_665785660_3880581_6556288_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377693632230221522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Desmond, Eli, Amelia and Max&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SqFoXdt2ozI/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ee4ExP7QkYM/s1600-h/6387_153923780660_665785660_3880583_3919944_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SqFoXdt2ozI/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ee4ExP7QkYM/s400/6387_153923780660_665785660_3880583_3919944_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377694182380315442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SqFn3Hc-_LI/AAAAAAAAAL4/kbH7_sKC9qg/s1600-h/6387_153923750660_665785660_3880577_2654582_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SqFn3Hc-_LI/AAAAAAAAAL4/kbH7_sKC9qg/s400/6387_153923750660_665785660_3880577_2654582_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377693626648165554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Crown. In the club!! The picture of that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hahaha... Isn't he cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SqFoXGpr0FI/AAAAAAAAAMY/EiOJPbV0lK0/s1600-h/5848_1144467926729_1078433092_30374022_8098469_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SqFoXGpr0FI/AAAAAAAAAMY/EiOJPbV0lK0/s400/5848_1144467926729_1078433092_30374022_8098469_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377694176188813394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bad thing about free flow of beer.&lt;br /&gt;A bunch of drunken and mad people. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh! Did I mention about dancing? haha.. Derrick and Clement were shuffering like there's no tomorrow. Looked they were battling with each other or something.. o.O Too bad I don't have Clement's picture here.. Aiks...❀&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5279510299782937866-7304592655274746098?l=dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/feeds/7304592655274746098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5279510299782937866&amp;postID=7304592655274746098' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/7304592655274746098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/7304592655274746098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/2009/09/black-out.html' title='Black Out'/><author><name>Elisabeth Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12056248386366463274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sm1hezn-9jI/AAAAAAAAAGY/hKyaqZaRJls/S220/DSC04914.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SqFYK0CZQPI/AAAAAAAAALg/poFEKfExkok/s72-c/6053_104688709863_676494863_2227871_3342732_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279510299782937866.post-4641819880714100182</id><published>2009-08-31T18:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T18:58:38.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hari Merdeka Parade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Spujn421ACI/AAAAAAAAALY/Ob8s-AOQlc0/s1600-h/1285420959_4bbb1db12c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Spujn421ACI/AAAAAAAAALY/Ob8s-AOQlc0/s400/1285420959_4bbb1db12c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376070485869396002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo by Right eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia celebrated 52nd of Independence today. It was pretty quiet in KL as everyone is back to their hometown, spend time with family and some rather just sleep at home..&lt;br /&gt;As the time goes,  people tend to forget about the real meaning of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hari Merdeka&lt;/span&gt;. For our generation, people would take it as a day off and rest at home.  A lot of people club and drink on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;merdeka&lt;/span&gt; eve. Come on... The promotions are tempting! Who doesn't like "buy 1 free 1"? haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there it goes.. Policeman here and there... working like a busy bee on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;merdeka&lt;/span&gt; eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My indenpendent day was fine. Not too wild and yet meaningless.. I'm spending time with my family at home. hmmm... Not so bad right? My dad is always not around due to his schedule loaded with works. Good that everyone is here today. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will update with the pictures about where I went to during my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;merdeka&lt;/span&gt; eve soon.. Hopefully is not too wild... hehe...❀&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/5279510299782937866-4641819880714100182?l=dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/feeds/4641819880714100182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5279510299782937866&amp;postID=4641819880714100182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/4641819880714100182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/4641819880714100182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/2009/08/hari-merdeka-parade.html' title='Hari Merdeka Parade'/><author><name>Elisabeth Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12056248386366463274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sm1hezn-9jI/AAAAAAAAAGY/hKyaqZaRJls/S220/DSC04914.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Spujn421ACI/AAAAAAAAALY/Ob8s-AOQlc0/s72-c/1285420959_4bbb1db12c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279510299782937866.post-7040495387586714269</id><published>2009-08-27T01:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T01:23:10.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New college</title><content type='html'>It's my second week of new semester already. But, I haven't get used to the new college yet. I still miss my old college... haha.. There are so much difference compare with Sunway College. Well, honestly, there's nothing to compare, except that there are a lot friendly staff and course mates. =)&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean to be prejudiced because my current college is really not a good place to study due to the bad facilities. There's no extra place for us to hang out or even walk around because the place are fully utilised by all of the classrooms, computer labs, lecturer hall, small canteen, small library and small office. Even though I studied in Sunway College for quite some time, until now I still can get lost in some places. =p&lt;br /&gt;One thing that makes me stay: the course that they offer there is much more flexible and eventually a very good business school.&lt;br /&gt;I have thought of transfering to the main campus in Perth as soon as I can. But, there're something that I just can't let it go here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s It's kinda scary of staying up in this college until 7pm. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I went out with Woan Wei yesterday. Had a great time meeting back her. Hahaha... We can talk from day until night. It's not that because we haven't meet for quite some time. haha.. When we're still studying foundation, there are few days we skipped the class to continue our crazy chats. So please do not learn that from us! Not good.. haha...&lt;br /&gt;Later on, Yvonne tag along. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I want that shoe from Charles and Keith! Why there's no size for me???&lt;br /&gt;Gotta hit the sack now...❀&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5279510299782937866-7040495387586714269?l=dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/feeds/7040495387586714269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5279510299782937866&amp;postID=7040495387586714269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/7040495387586714269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/7040495387586714269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-college.html' title='New college'/><author><name>Elisabeth Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12056248386366463274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sm1hezn-9jI/AAAAAAAAAGY/hKyaqZaRJls/S220/DSC04914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279510299782937866.post-7993950708132430397</id><published>2009-08-17T20:13:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T21:46:31.277+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rain'/><title type='text'>Please Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;rain, rain, go away...is what most people have to say.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;rain, rain, don't go away i hope you stay&lt;br /&gt;Most people don't like rain because it ruins their day&lt;br /&gt;but people like me wish it would rain everyday&lt;br /&gt;when rain comes it washes away my pain&lt;br /&gt;when rain comes it hides away my tears of shame&lt;br /&gt;rain is such a wonderful thing&lt;br /&gt;rain makes me dance in it and sing&lt;br /&gt;rain, rain i hope you last&lt;br /&gt;rain, rain, please wash away the past...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;by jackie chacon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SolN72hkzdI/AAAAAAAAALA/OQnBMadSDJw/s1600-h/Rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SolN72hkzdI/AAAAAAAAALA/OQnBMadSDJw/s400/Rain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370909721259986386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rain, Rain Do you understand my sorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Rain, Rain please be here tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;and wash away something that I had done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;p.s. My college just started today. I just have to hit my bed right after I came back from college. I'm too tired. This kinda remind me of the orientation for the foundation that I had attended last year...❀&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5279510299782937866-7993950708132430397?l=dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/feeds/7993950708132430397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5279510299782937866&amp;postID=7993950708132430397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/7993950708132430397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/7993950708132430397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/2009/08/please-rain.html' title='Please Rain'/><author><name>Elisabeth Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12056248386366463274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sm1hezn-9jI/AAAAAAAAAGY/hKyaqZaRJls/S220/DSC04914.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SolN72hkzdI/AAAAAAAAALA/OQnBMadSDJw/s72-c/Rain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279510299782937866.post-1751597719009587326</id><published>2009-08-16T23:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T21:43:13.701+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rain'/><title type='text'>Raining season</title><content type='html'>Raining season isn't it? Looks like most of the people got sick due to the bad weather. Including myself. I keep sneezing the whole day.. Caught cold i guess.&lt;br /&gt;However, I really enjoyed raining season. Raining days for me is just like a paradise. haha.. I don't mind getting wet, ruining my make up, got headache after going under the rain. Last time I always starred at the rain and day dream. I'm a dreamer you see. haha.. Used to look up to the raining sky when i was sitting at the front seat of the car, imaging the rain drops on my face. I feel so refresh and rejoice. However, I can't do what I always wanted to do during the rain due to the weak body that I used to have last time.&lt;br /&gt;Day by day, my body is getting stronger and stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my dream finally came true on last week.&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, it was a funny and adventurous one. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SolRzN7oQXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Apk5pEbpD5U/s1600-h/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SolRzN7oQXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Apk5pEbpD5U/s400/untitled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370913970970968434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can barely look at the roads because I can't even open my eyes! haha.. However, I feel satisfied with this experience already. I'm fortunate enough to go through this with the person that I love. Anyway, I pity that person who had a worse experience. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I love sleeping when it is raining outside....❀&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5279510299782937866-1751597719009587326?l=dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/feeds/1751597719009587326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5279510299782937866&amp;postID=1751597719009587326' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/1751597719009587326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/1751597719009587326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/2009/08/raining-season.html' title='Raining season'/><author><name>Elisabeth Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12056248386366463274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sm1hezn-9jI/AAAAAAAAAGY/hKyaqZaRJls/S220/DSC04914.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SolRzN7oQXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Apk5pEbpD5U/s72-c/untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279510299782937866.post-6830989274131556349</id><published>2009-08-11T21:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T01:26:00.836+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Violin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beading'/><title type='text'>Sunny Sunday</title><content type='html'>As all of my friends know, I hardly drive. Being independent is one of the toughest thing in my life. I am used to rely on someone who are close to me. Well, it's just a part of my weakness. =p&lt;br /&gt;Hard to believe what I have done on Sunday. haha..&lt;br /&gt;Okay, everything happened right after I woke up on Sunday morning. Starting with.....&lt;br /&gt;I broke the E string when I was tuning my violin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SoF6klOaZNI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Y9BIonY1qOM/s1600-h/DSC05039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SoF6klOaZNI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Y9BIonY1qOM/s400/DSC05039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368706999688783058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing on my mind was like, "Oh god, don't do this to me please? I'm having violin exam tomorrow! This is the last day for me for practice. Come on.... Maybe I'm still in my dream. *slap slap* okay, maybe not".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Anyway, there's nothing else for me to do except getting a new string.  *still manage to take a picture of the broken string* So I drove to Ikano to get a set of Dominant string. It's kinda rush due to I need to get back in 1 hour. I asked my teacher to come at 2.45 so that I leave on time to attend my second beading class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love jewelry making! Hence, this is the main drive for me to do this: Drove all the way to Damansara Utama. Somewhere that I have been there only once. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Courage is what makes people capable of facing danger and difficulty without retreating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SoF6lCKKqvI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ryxXZVqpovQ/s1600-h/DSC05048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SoF6lCKKqvI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ryxXZVqpovQ/s400/DSC05048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368707007455603442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Felicia, my sister  &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beach theme earrings and necklace, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;my achievement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After my dinner, start practicing violin again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, let me introduce my beloved violin teacher. Miss Goh Peck Sun! Oh wait. It's Mrs.. She just got married this year. She and Harris really made a really good couples. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SoF6kHnDYkI/AAAAAAAAAKo/5N4lk_ea3uY/s1600-h/DSC05032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SoF6kHnDYkI/AAAAAAAAAKo/5N4lk_ea3uY/s400/DSC05032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368706991739068994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Checking her schedule while talking to me&lt;br /&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/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SoF6jvaTRWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/u1XhhImmU1Q/s1600-h/DSC05031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SoF6jvaTRWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/u1XhhImmU1Q/s400/DSC05031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368706985243133282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I just have to snap this when I see this.&lt;br /&gt;It's a gift from her students. Written full of testimonial and designed with flowers, balloons, hearts and etc. So delicate.. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Having class still wanna take picture.. =_= Some of you must be wondering how did I behave in the class. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness that my violin exam is finally passed. Everything is back to normal now. No more extra class! Teehee.. ❀&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5279510299782937866-6830989274131556349?l=dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/feeds/6830989274131556349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5279510299782937866&amp;postID=6830989274131556349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/6830989274131556349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/6830989274131556349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/2009/08/sunny-sunday.html' title='Sunny Sunday'/><author><name>Elisabeth Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12056248386366463274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sm1hezn-9jI/AAAAAAAAAGY/hKyaqZaRJls/S220/DSC04914.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SoF6klOaZNI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Y9BIonY1qOM/s72-c/DSC05039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279510299782937866.post-8623607396725858755</id><published>2009-08-05T22:44:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T17:34:09.870+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beauty products'/><title type='text'>A trip during my holiday</title><content type='html'>Me and my best friends went to Pulau Perhentian during our holiday. We had a lot of fun. Me and Yi Wen enjoyed sun-bathing. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SnuxzV0JqEI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/16DvhmgxnWo/s1600-h/6493_94764357595_700767595_2108751_8150644_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SnuxzV0JqEI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/16DvhmgxnWo/s400/6493_94764357595_700767595_2108751_8150644_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367078876529403970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Photography by Tan Chong Yee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SnuxyXJZ-OI/AAAAAAAAAJA/0LTvFDYztOo/s1600-h/6493_94090102595_700767595_2096694_3575558_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SnuxyXJZ-OI/AAAAAAAAAJA/0LTvFDYztOo/s400/6493_94090102595_700767595_2096694_3575558_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367078859707119842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yi Wen and Eli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SnuzM3WVYeI/AAAAAAAAAJw/7NC1AhoyIiY/s1600-h/P7010892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SnuzM3WVYeI/AAAAAAAAAJw/7NC1AhoyIiY/s400/P7010892.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367080414539506146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SnuzNLIa-II/AAAAAAAAAJ4/DgR16P-guZU/s1600-h/P7010966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SnuzNLIa-II/AAAAAAAAAJ4/DgR16P-guZU/s400/P7010966.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367080419849861250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yi Wen, Eli, Qing&lt;br /&gt;Sunbathing =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Snvy-t5DVWI/AAAAAAAAAKY/nZgYK-toblE/s1600-h/6131_138205338153_719788153_3192406_4921978_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Snvy-t5DVWI/AAAAAAAAAKY/nZgYK-toblE/s400/6131_138205338153_719788153_3192406_4921978_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367150540226778466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Michelle and Eli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Snu0IVA4qvI/AAAAAAAAAKA/dRe35YPDzVU/s1600-h/6493_94090412595_700767595_2096744_6742349_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Snu0IVA4qvI/AAAAAAAAAKA/dRe35YPDzVU/s400/6493_94090412595_700767595_2096744_6742349_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367081436114889458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Time for lunch!&lt;br /&gt;They served a lot of seafood. Which is one of my favourite. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So Yi Wen got the bikini line that she wanted, and I got the tan that I don't want. I prefer fair skin. Hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise myself to get my previous skin tone back.  So, I decided to try some whitening skin care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SnmfLHl4bII/AAAAAAAAAI4/0_kJ2kFb9Kg/s1600-h/DSC04931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SnmfLHl4bII/AAAAAAAAAI4/0_kJ2kFb9Kg/s400/DSC04931.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366495444353969282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Decided to try this series of skin care which is quite popular in Japan. Juju Aquamoist. The bestseller of their product is Pure H100 esssense with 100% hyaluronic acid.&lt;br /&gt;This "Pure H100" essence preserves the moisturizing effect with hyaluronic acid that also builds up the moisture barrier to dam hydration within your skin.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to include that in my series. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Went out with YiWen to catch a movie on Monday. Afternoon tea and lunch at Delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Snu5wqX8a2I/AAAAAAAAAKI/hNJtFOerAIk/s1600-h/DSC05026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Snu5wqX8a2I/AAAAAAAAAKI/hNJtFOerAIk/s400/DSC05026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367087626601655138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Snu5xA4ssoI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/RVbOuVE8bCQ/s1600-h/DSC05028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Snu5xA4ssoI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/RVbOuVE8bCQ/s400/DSC05028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367087632644616834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even though she got the bikini line that she wanted,&lt;br /&gt;her face would never get darker.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;p.s. My violin exam is coming very very soon! I'm working hard on it.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta run now. ❀&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5279510299782937866-8623607396725858755?l=dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/feeds/8623607396725858755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5279510299782937866&amp;postID=8623607396725858755' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/8623607396725858755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/8623607396725858755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/2009/08/trip-during-my-holiday.html' title='A trip during my holiday'/><author><name>Elisabeth Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12056248386366463274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sm1hezn-9jI/AAAAAAAAAGY/hKyaqZaRJls/S220/DSC04914.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SnuxzV0JqEI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/16DvhmgxnWo/s72-c/6493_94764357595_700767595_2108751_8150644_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279510299782937866.post-969472380205485314</id><published>2009-08-01T14:37:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T16:48:12.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Tessie</title><content type='html'>Wondering how's Tessie now? Well... She's still as adorable as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SnVJAdVGpgI/AAAAAAAAAIg/OIRpe9fPr5s/s1600-h/DSC04882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SnVJAdVGpgI/AAAAAAAAAIg/OIRpe9fPr5s/s400/DSC04882.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365274803303785986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SnVNv-agnSI/AAAAAAAAAIo/EEGhPdlimZw/s1600-h/DSC04879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SnVNv-agnSI/AAAAAAAAAIo/EEGhPdlimZw/s400/DSC04879.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365280017685191970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everything puppy has their own personalities. This little poodle has a lot of unique and annoying ones. One of the annoying attitude is she likes to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kacau&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;geh bo&lt;/span&gt; people. Another saying, busy body. But we still *heart* her! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I quite Yoga Zone at Plaza Damas. I have to learn by myself already. I miss those days in Yoga Zone though. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SnPldN2aslI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Lzit5zzGME0/s1600-h/DSC04977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SnPldN2aslI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Lzit5zzGME0/s400/DSC04977.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364883871225262674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;relaxing pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya.. Tessie loves to bug around whenever I am practicing yoga. Sometimes, she even lay on my mat! And I was thinking that maybe she wants to join me. haha.. ❀&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5279510299782937866-969472380205485314?l=dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/feeds/969472380205485314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5279510299782937866&amp;postID=969472380205485314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/969472380205485314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/969472380205485314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/2009/08/miss-tessie.html' title='Miss Tessie'/><author><name>Elisabeth Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12056248386366463274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sm1hezn-9jI/AAAAAAAAAGY/hKyaqZaRJls/S220/DSC04914.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SnVJAdVGpgI/AAAAAAAAAIg/OIRpe9fPr5s/s72-c/DSC04882.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279510299782937866.post-9150155809282881142</id><published>2009-08-01T01:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T03:11:47.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Policemen</title><content type='html'>It's terrible jam everywhere today due to the police's block, especially on the LDP. I guess is because of the Puasa and Hari Raya are coming very soon. So, they are need to work harder as they can't do that during Puasa. At the same time collecting and saving money for Raya. I thought we are late for the Sakura Stallionz Japanese Car Club's OTT at night.  Eventually, some of the members arrived late too. Phew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something was first introduced to me tonight. Didn't know about D-carbo at first. Until I saw some of the cars were doing it. And their exhaust were so loud with a lot of white smoke coming out! But the worst part is the smokes went towards the housing area instead of other direction. I was like 'wahhhhh....' staring at the smokes...  -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As expected, a police's car came. We have to leave that place after that. I know we sounded like some kind of street racer with a lot of moded cars and making up troubles to them. haha... But at least we talked gently and explained to them. Over heard that they received some complains. Some how I feel pity for the people who are living there.  ☹&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.... I wore one of my own design charm bracelet tonight. :D&lt;br /&gt;When I was about to leave the car, I checked my seat whether I have something left behind. And I saw one of my charm losen, dropped on my seat. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SnNAeEAPaFI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/suAB225czHY/s1600-h/DSC04976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SnNAeEAPaFI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/suAB225czHY/s400/DSC04976.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364702466343397458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to improve my skill in closing the jump ring. It's a good start though. Not too late to realize it. Teehee... ✿&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5279510299782937866-9150155809282881142?l=dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/feeds/9150155809282881142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5279510299782937866&amp;postID=9150155809282881142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/9150155809282881142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/9150155809282881142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/2009/08/dear-policemen.html' title='Dear Policemen'/><author><name>Elisabeth Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12056248386366463274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sm1hezn-9jI/AAAAAAAAAGY/hKyaqZaRJls/S220/DSC04914.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SnNAeEAPaFI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/suAB225czHY/s72-c/DSC04976.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279510299782937866.post-7668420240023499524</id><published>2009-07-30T23:33:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T00:46:33.838+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>One of my wishlist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Something caught my attention since few months back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to hate the chemical smell while dying my hair at saloon. It's suffering that I can't really breathe smoothly whenever I dye my hair. However, this is no longer an excuse to get my hair dyed anymore! Until I saw a commercial about the non-ammonia hair colour from my magazine. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SnHFGRJY5FI/AAAAAAAAAIA/HMedghjCksI/s1600-h/e3222cyo05l873mq57xq509umohe35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SnHFGRJY5FI/AAAAAAAAAIA/HMedghjCksI/s400/e3222cyo05l873mq57xq509umohe35.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364285342647641170" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is an awesome product which is created by L'oreal. So, I bought it 3 days ago and tried it on the next day. I choosed Chocolate 525 because that's the darkest brown from all of them. *wanted to try something more natural this time*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's no chemical smell which I always experient it in the saloon. Just that this is my first time dying my hair at home, I asked for my sister's help indeed. Teehee... She's being a really helpful one.. So, the result was very successful. evenly spread.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to Pavilion with Derrick just now. Walked along the bintang walk and had an awesome dinner at Athena. Funnily the reason of choosing Athena is because of the tempting prawn's picture infront of this restaurant. Nowadays, I had been addicted to PRAWN!!! They are sooooooo juicy and bouncy. Look!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p face="Helvetica" size="12px" style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SnMfxEQsECI/AAAAAAAAAII/Dj116FTcT38/s1600-h/seafood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 255px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SnMfxEQsECI/AAAAAAAAAII/Dj116FTcT38/s400/seafood.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364666508946182178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; text-align: center; font-family: Helvetica; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;Yum.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; text-align: center; font-family: Helvetica; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;This is exactly what I saw it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; text-align: center; font-family: Helvetica; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; text-align: left; font-family: Helvetica; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: Helvetica; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Gotta hit the sack now. Nights!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: Helvetica; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;       &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5279510299782937866-7668420240023499524?l=dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/feeds/7668420240023499524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5279510299782937866&amp;postID=7668420240023499524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/7668420240023499524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/7668420240023499524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-of-my-wishlist.html' title='One of my wishlist'/><author><name>Elisabeth Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12056248386366463274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sm1hezn-9jI/AAAAAAAAAGY/hKyaqZaRJls/S220/DSC04914.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/SnHFGRJY5FI/AAAAAAAAAIA/HMedghjCksI/s72-c/e3222cyo05l873mq57xq509umohe35.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279510299782937866.post-2263378070359895517</id><published>2009-07-28T12:35:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T13:38:02.590+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Beading.com at Times square</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I went to Times Square instead of the gym.. hehe. Well,  I have decided to go there since the day I attended my first bracelet making lesson. It's was a last minute changes though. So I forgot to look at the address before I head to Time Square. I have the address where I can get the beads and charms all listed in a paper, so it happened that it was left in my house. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thanks for my sister for being so helpful. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sm6HCta_kmI/AAAAAAAAAHo/_H_z3QYi9gE/s1600-h/DSC04945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sm6HCta_kmI/AAAAAAAAAHo/_H_z3QYi9gE/s320/DSC04945.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363372686867141218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are what I got. CHaRms!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sm6HDY_TGAI/AAAAAAAAAH4/6TcL5rWRU70/s1600-h/DSC04943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sm6HDY_TGAI/AAAAAAAAAH4/6TcL5rWRU70/s320/DSC04943.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363372698562140162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We headed for Krispy Kreme after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was just opened recently, so Derrick and I didnt know where it is located. We turned a few rounds, up and down. In the end, we realized that it was just beside the main entrance. Ehem... haha.. Shuush....&lt;br /&gt;With the materials that I bought from Beading.com, I made a charm bracelet with a blue diamond hearted charm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sm6HDD9rdeI/AAAAAAAAAHw/a8aH9Ksmzdg/s1600-h/DSC04959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sm6HDD9rdeI/AAAAAAAAAHw/a8aH9Ksmzdg/s320/DSC04959.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363372692918203874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I really like this a lot. But, what should I do with this right now? Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find that I really has the passion in doing all this. haha... My eyes are so sore after doing so many of them with different design. -.-&lt;br /&gt;It's worth it though.. =D&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I really should work hard on my violin already. Exam is coming in two weeks!! Ahhh... *crossing fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5279510299782937866-2263378070359895517?l=dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/feeds/2263378070359895517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5279510299782937866&amp;postID=2263378070359895517' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/2263378070359895517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/2263378070359895517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/2009/07/beadingcom-at-times-square.html' title='Beading.com at Times square'/><author><name>Elisabeth Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12056248386366463274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sm1hezn-9jI/AAAAAAAAAGY/hKyaqZaRJls/S220/DSC04914.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sm6HCta_kmI/AAAAAAAAAHo/_H_z3QYi9gE/s72-c/DSC04945.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279510299782937866.post-3883962801928349598</id><published>2009-07-27T13:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T13:23:54.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The stories continue..</title><content type='html'>Hi!! Surprisingly, I'm back for good.. Teehee.. I'm thinking of changing of layout later on.. Since there's so many years that i didnt update my blog, this is a good beginning after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will tell you what I'm up with recently. If you're curious about the bf that I mentioned in the previous post? He's one of my friend now. And he does made a great one. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay guys, that's it for now. I promise there will be a lot of upcoming post. I got a lot to tell here..&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good day and god blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5279510299782937866-3883962801928349598?l=dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/feeds/3883962801928349598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5279510299782937866&amp;postID=3883962801928349598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/3883962801928349598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/3883962801928349598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/2009/07/stories-continue.html' title='The stories continue..'/><author><name>Elisabeth Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12056248386366463274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sm1hezn-9jI/AAAAAAAAAGY/hKyaqZaRJls/S220/DSC04914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279510299782937866.post-7664049119337899773</id><published>2008-04-12T21:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T22:46:23.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7th month anniversary</title><content type='html'>Today is me and my baby's 7th month being together.. Hehe... Do u guys noe tat there's a mistery about this number? yeah.. There's a story hiding behind the number 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;In Scripture, seven symbolizes completeness or perfection. On the seventh day God rested from his labors and creation is finished (Gn 2:2). Pharaoh in his dream saw seven cattle coming from the Nile (41:2). Samson’s sacred Nazirite locks were braided in seven plaits (Jgs 16:13). Seven devils left Mary of Magdala, signifying the totality of her previous possession by Satan (Lk 8:2); "seven other devils" will enter the purified but vacant life of a person (Mt 12:45). However, on the positive side, there were the seven spirits of God (Rv 3:1). In the seventh year the Hebrew slave was to be freed (Ex 21:2), having completed his time of captivity and service. Every seventh year was a sabbatical year (Lv 25:4). Seven times seven reiterates the sense of completeness. In the Year of Jubilee (at the completion of 7 x 7 years = the 50th year), all land is freed and returns to the original owners (Lv 25:10). Pentecost, the Feast of Weeks, is seven times seven days after Passover. "Seventy," which is literally "sevens" in Hebrew, strengthens the concept of perfection. There are 70 elders (Ex 24:1) in Israel. Israel was exiled to Babylon for 70 years (Jer 25:12) to complete its punishment. "Seventy times seven" (Mt 18:22) reiterates this still further. The Lord was not giving Peter a mathematical number of times that he should forgive another person, but rather was insisting on limitless forgiveness for a brother’s sin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;For more sources, click this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblewheel.com/topics/Seven_Meaning.asp"&gt;http://www.biblewheel.com/topics/Seven_Meaning.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to me and my baby. 2day we went to station 1 café to have a simple celebration. It was a nice place though. Unfortunately i miss the opportunity to take picture for membrance again! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiyah.. Next time i shoudn't forget again.. By the way, the second reason that i thought of there is because i wanted to help my sista on her birthday celebration's location. See whether the atmosphere is suit for her celebration or not. Hmm.. wat a good sister i am right? hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The foods are really good. I rate 4 out of 5! hehe.. I ordered a recommeded lamb chop. Love the aroma of the taste of the sauce, the meat is chewy too.. My baby ordered the fish cord with his favourite MASHED POTATOES. haha.. After our lunch, we went to metro prima. Thought of watching movie at first, but.... in the end, left with disappointment.. there's no any nice movies are showing recently leh.. Hmm.. is there any? So, we went down to the shopping places lo.. Fortunatly there's a branch of The Body Shop. Went there to finish up my RM35 voucher! hehe.. I always like to shop with this kind of voucher, promotion and etc. hehe.. Just like that day, i got 2 shoes from Vincci for &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;free&lt;/span&gt;! wah.. damn excited lo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, bought happiness from baskin robbin. (while choosing the favor of the ice-cream i did something very bery embarasing! gosh.. really hope there's a hole for hiding purpose) Instead of watching movie in cinema, i went to my baby's house to watch Awake. haha.. that's how i call a smart consumer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, i just realized that there's only 2 floors in metro prima! Hmmm... maybe it's small but complex lo..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5279510299782937866-7664049119337899773?l=dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/feeds/7664049119337899773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5279510299782937866&amp;postID=7664049119337899773' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/7664049119337899773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/7664049119337899773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/2008/04/7th-month-anniversary.html' title='7th month anniversary'/><author><name>Elisabeth Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12056248386366463274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sm1hezn-9jI/AAAAAAAAAGY/hKyaqZaRJls/S220/DSC04914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279510299782937866.post-7584092198904348371</id><published>2008-04-07T20:35:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T00:33:13.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Stage of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Im back! It's had been a long time again since i post my last blog. Let see what's up with me recently:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;1. Start my college at Sunway, taking Monash Foundation year(MUFY)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2. Worked at my dad's office for half month and earned RM500. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(always ponteng during the working hour.. hehe)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;3. Had an awesome holiday at New Zealand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Met a new 'so poh' at college. However I have to thanks to her for turning my college life so 'colourful'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;5. Cancelled National Service SUCCESSFULLY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;6. Trying hard to let my dad accept my relationship.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;7. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Last but not least, I miss my best friend!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so anxious and worried that the government do not approve the exceptional letter. The used the asthma reason to cancel for going NS. Thank god that i got this not-so-serious asthma to cancel it.. Finally i received this postcard 2day.. I laughed like mad people when i saw the postcard!! hahahahahhaha....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186530544672672274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 390px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="292" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/R_pCDQvtihI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/MRiEf01OXTc/s320/Image1.bmp" width="387" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(opps.. i apologise for the poor quality of this image. hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5279510299782937866-7584092198904348371?l=dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/feeds/7584092198904348371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5279510299782937866&amp;postID=7584092198904348371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/7584092198904348371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/7584092198904348371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/2008/04/another-stage-of-life.html' title='Another Stage of Life'/><author><name>Elisabeth Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12056248386366463274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sm1hezn-9jI/AAAAAAAAAGY/hKyaqZaRJls/S220/DSC04914.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/R_pCDQvtihI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/MRiEf01OXTc/s72-c/Image1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279510299782937866.post-7883727820276526150</id><published>2007-10-17T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T01:31:44.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One way to release stress</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;okay guys.. sorry for being so lazy nowadays la.. no mood to write.. hehe.. moreover i spent lots of time with my boyfriend. Last time when i was still single i got so much time to spend on my blog. haha.. So, actually being single is not a bad thing at all. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, recently i handled a lot of stress. I always feel so panic during the exam week. Thank god my second trial just ended last week. [YEah!] The 1st day of trial was exhausted, thought of having a nap in the afternoon. But end up, crying on the bed. [Bie, thank you for comforting me] Sigh.. maybe i can get used to it some other days. Cos i just realized that i always cant get in a good rest during exam week! That's how bad my situation is.. Maybe i can just prepare some sleeping pill beside my bed just in case i cant sleep again. Oh wait.. maybe i can use a better way to solve this problem? haha.. LET'S GO THE MALL! YEa.. that's wat i did.. on the third day of exam, i went to one u with my boyfriend and his friends. We had a lot of fun though.. that's one of my secrets to release stress. hehe.. LOVE SHOPPING even though my wardrobe can't fit anymore new clothes. haha.. well, i dont care la.. should blame the one who designed a small wardrobe for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127554097568822514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Ryi7SOgwNPI/AAAAAAAAAEI/AZlAHiNkZxI/s320/DSC01676.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Me and a part of my wardrobe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5279510299782937866-7883727820276526150?l=dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/feeds/7883727820276526150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5279510299782937866&amp;postID=7883727820276526150' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/7883727820276526150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/7883727820276526150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/2007/10/one-way-to-release-stress.html' title='One way to release stress'/><author><name>Elisabeth Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12056248386366463274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sm1hezn-9jI/AAAAAAAAAGY/hKyaqZaRJls/S220/DSC04914.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Ryi7SOgwNPI/AAAAAAAAAEI/AZlAHiNkZxI/s72-c/DSC01676.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279510299782937866.post-2880991150912182780</id><published>2007-09-20T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T14:59:16.155+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='illness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memory'/><title type='text'>Free from NS! and the reason WHY</title><content type='html'>Finally i escaped from being chosen for National Service. hehe.. Even though this is a good news for me, i have to accept the fact that i still have a lingering illness. Yup, i got asthma since i was in kinder garden. But thank god that it's recovering when the time passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  When i was small, i remember i always wake up in the middle of the night. I sit up, took some deep breath, again and again. I felt difficult to breath. The air in my lungs just cant force in and out in the usual way. I woke my parents up, by that time, i knew i would be send to hospital for the emergency treat. I remember there's one time, i forced to stay in the hospital for a few days. However, i was a active kid. Playful and curious about everything. So, i always get into the hot water. During the day in hospital, as u guys know la.. hospital very boring one right? So, i jumped on the bed to get rid of boredom lo.. I jumped and i jumped, and i jumped as high as i could. Without realizing something very fragile was put on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the situation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112160266290166018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/RvIKrUMXeQI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ytWZPiX5KKc/s320/blog1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;*oops.. bad drawing.. haha.. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;  Suddenly, 'brang!'.. the thermometer dropped on the floor. I was shocked when i saw the mercury in thermometer flowed out! I was so scared and worried that the nurse would scold me. haha.. My mum so angry with me cause she have to pay for the damage. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  There's one time, i was sent to the hospital for a emergency treat in the midnight. The CARELESS nurse pour too much of vensolin in ___. *Sorry i dont know wat's that call. haha..* So happened, both of my hands kept on trembling and my face turned so pale! My parents got so worried and angry. haha.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  That was some memories of my old illness. haha.. However, when i feel too much pressure on me or even if i breath in polluted air, this illness will recur again. Just like the day before yesterday, i had a relapse of this illness. My days are full of stress and stress and still... stress. spm is very near d la!! I always feel that i have not prepare anything yet! how??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5279510299782937866-2880991150912182780?l=dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/feeds/2880991150912182780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5279510299782937866&amp;postID=2880991150912182780' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/2880991150912182780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/2880991150912182780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/2007/09/free-from-ns-and-reason-why.html' title='Free from NS! and the reason WHY'/><author><name>Elisabeth Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12056248386366463274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sm1hezn-9jI/AAAAAAAAAGY/hKyaqZaRJls/S220/DSC04914.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/RvIKrUMXeQI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ytWZPiX5KKc/s72-c/blog1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279510299782937866.post-7218335442751152318</id><published>2007-09-16T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T21:01:08.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stat Incredible</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The minutes it takes to administer the G-shot &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;treatment which enlarges the g-spot, making it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;easier to stimulate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;570&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The number of minutes masturbated by the man &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who took out the endurance record at the 2006&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Masturbat-athon in the United States.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The percentage of 1800 triathletes surveyed who &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;said that sex was adversely impacting their training regimen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The number of times a man should ejaculate a week &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to cut his risk of prostate cancer by a third.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The percentage of Malaysian who have had &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;sex at work&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Source &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/"&gt;www.nbc.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5279510299782937866-7218335442751152318?l=dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/feeds/7218335442751152318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5279510299782937866&amp;postID=7218335442751152318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/7218335442751152318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/7218335442751152318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/2007/09/stat-incredible.html' title='Stat Incredible'/><author><name>Elisabeth Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12056248386366463274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sm1hezn-9jI/AAAAAAAAAGY/hKyaqZaRJls/S220/DSC04914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279510299782937866.post-5917263879863623256</id><published>2007-09-14T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T21:20:14.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do I need a boyfriend? [Part 4]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Looks like i update my blog every once a week.. haha.. maybe this would be the last part of the story... hmmm.. yea.. i will write in a simplified edition just to let u guys know the ending la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I didint know how and why his best friend started to like me.. haha.. That sounded like a joke right? but it really happened in reality. He tried to go after me and confessed in front of me. hmmm... i think our friendship began to grow more and more while he was helping T to get me. We shared a lot of laughter, even during the tuition, our teacher also can't help.. haha.. However, i cant accept any of them by that time. I was with my 3rd ex friend, as i remember. hehe... So, i had to reject both of them lo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Year 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   T changed his mind when I broke up with my ex. tried to go after me, but i didnt accept. His best friend did the same too.. but in the end, he was fortunate.. I accepted him.. But broke up in 1+ months. The reason is very simple, he aimed too much on his studies.. I was unconcerned by him. I started to complain and complain, but in the end the fact still can't change. however, 3 of us are very close to each other now.. We remained as very good friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   So! that's the end of the story! Even though sometimes jealousy might happen between 3 of us la... 3 of us tried to understand each other feelings, forgive each other's mistakes and also caring is always playing a major role. Erm.. that's the little secret about three of us.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Anyway! Wow!!! I'm way too far from the 1st part of this title. But, i got an answer after writing all 4 parts.. hehe.. Im in love.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;   I got a bad news about my tessie.. I have to leave Tessie soon.. &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Thanks to my japanese neighbour! hey.... Dont tell me that my &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;precious Tessie&lt;/span&gt; cant able to adore 2 young japanese kids next door? Why can't they show sympathy? What is the purpose of complaining to the management? Sigh.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110048179549412402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/RuqJvr8snDI/AAAAAAAAADs/RklOTYVHol4/s320/DSC01659.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;Me and my precious&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5279510299782937866-5917263879863623256?l=dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/feeds/5917263879863623256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5279510299782937866&amp;postID=5917263879863623256' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/5917263879863623256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/5917263879863623256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/2007/09/do-i-need-boyfriend-part-4.html' title='Do I need a boyfriend? [Part 4]'/><author><name>Elisabeth Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12056248386366463274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sm1hezn-9jI/AAAAAAAAAGY/hKyaqZaRJls/S220/DSC04914.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/RuqJvr8snDI/AAAAAAAAADs/RklOTYVHol4/s72-c/DSC01659.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279510299782937866.post-5947917921082929882</id><published>2007-09-11T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T00:59:42.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;name 10 friends of the opposite sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. chow hwang&lt;br /&gt;2. kian how&lt;br /&gt;3. arnold&lt;br /&gt;4. wei ho&lt;br /&gt;5. louis&lt;br /&gt;6. johnson&lt;br /&gt;7. ji qi&lt;br /&gt;8. ben&lt;br /&gt;9. thong jian&lt;br /&gt;10. nelson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;would you rather party with 1 or 7?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.. hehe ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;marry 2 or 6?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm.. this is hard to choose man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;kill 3 or 8?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;none of them! i don't wanna be a killer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;date 9 or 10?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. i like him being so funny. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;make out with 4 or 7?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 of cause! everyone knows tat i had a crush on him last time right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;cuddle with 6 or 8?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. well i did tat when we take photo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;has kids with 4 or 5?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. he can be a good daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;live with 1 or 9?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;be stuck on an island with 2 or 5?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm.. hard question. 5 i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;trade lives with 8 or 10?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. i don really close to 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;wake up next to 4 or 9?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 again! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;completely disown 3 or 7?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;none of them. both of them are my buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;abs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;style&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;has 3 ever hurt you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never. he is after me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;have you ever hurt 4?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. quite a lot.. ='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;who's the funniest?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. mentally and physically!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;can you beat up 8?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure. as i mentioned, i don really close to 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;when was the last time you saw 9?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on merdeka day. he invited me to his house party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;who's the smartest?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, they're smart in their own ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;how long have you known 2?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm.. don't really know each other when we're form 1. but after form 3, we are closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;what would you do if 1 and 6 started fighting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;haha.. i don't think gentlemans like to fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;who is dating 6/crushing on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;a lot. including me! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;does 7 smells good?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;errr... sorry. i don't think so. but i think 4 does! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;who will you still be talking to in 15 yrs time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of them! my live would be bored without them. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5279510299782937866-5947917921082929882?l=dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/feeds/5947917921082929882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5279510299782937866&amp;postID=5947917921082929882' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/5947917921082929882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/5947917921082929882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/2007/09/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>Elisabeth Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12056248386366463274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sm1hezn-9jI/AAAAAAAAAGY/hKyaqZaRJls/S220/DSC04914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279510299782937866.post-4420192005361560553</id><published>2007-09-09T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T22:37:12.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I realized that people who read my blog don't intend to click on my&lt;br /&gt;sponsor... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the advertisement below. tak payah nak beritahu apa nak buat kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adv_username = "elizabeth";&lt;br /&gt;adv_gid = "elizabeth_default";&lt;br /&gt;adtype = "336x280";&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.advertlets.com/_/js/advertlets_lite.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5279510299782937866-4420192005361560553?l=dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/feeds/4420192005361560553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5279510299782937866&amp;postID=4420192005361560553' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/4420192005361560553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/4420192005361560553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-realized-that-people-who-read-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisabeth Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12056248386366463274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sm1hezn-9jI/AAAAAAAAAGY/hKyaqZaRJls/S220/DSC04914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279510299782937866.post-3177088535105537208</id><published>2007-09-09T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T22:10:03.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love my daddy + Do I need a boyfriend? [Part 3]</title><content type='html'>I attended the European higher education fair which was held in the convention centre of KLCC. I was waiting for my dad at home this afternoon. It's already 4.20pm, but he haven turn up yet. At first I thought of staying at home since it was only left 1 and a half hours till the time the fair ends. However, when he came back at 4.30pm, he persevered to go.. I was kinda fed up with him for being so late! But, i decided to get in a change when I thought of obey my BELOVED dad.. haha.. ya.. i noe i noe.. im being a 'guai lui' right? but in my heart, i would feel sad if  i disappoint my dad who was tried to rush back from his meeting, just to give a companion for his treasured daughter. So, i quickly prepare myself! Somebody wanna noe how's the education fair? haha.. It was suck, i can't really find wat i want. End up, i sobbed on my dad's shoulder cause i felt tat im very lousy in my studies.. And i started to worried whether i can manage to study oversea! Ouch.. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK! THERE GOES THE PART 3!&lt;br /&gt;Let him be 'T'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     When I know that he found out my secret, i was choked with emotion. Then, I forced him to promise me, not to tell anybody about this. And.. he did kept his promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     In this class, I find that I was kinda hard to get along with my classmates. Most of them were held in high esteem. hmm.. That was one of the reasons why I felt traumatic to mix with them. Let me give a situation, people who are from different background, people who speak different language, discuss about different things, even people who had a different judgement. And put them in a same room, i find that there's always a distance between the &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; people which can't be seen. Erm.. U guys understand wat am i trying to say? haha.. well, that's me in the first class of form 3. Thatiswhyialwaysfallasleep! haha.. BUT.... &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;T &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;is exceptional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;    Each day and each day, laughter always can be heard in our conversations, holidays was coming. We said goodbye and Happy Holiday to each other. and that's all, I didn't call him and he didn't too. When school started last year, we were separated in different class. But! I was fortunately put in the same class with my best friend! I was excited and glad that I got a opportunity to study with my best buddy in the same class. Scores of my peers were put in my class too! While i was studying with them, I was filled with joy. Even though, me and T still spoke to each other very often in school. However, we were getting more intimate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;   There's one day, he started with a conversation which was very mysterious..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;"Hey, erm.... I have something to tell you...." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;he moved nearer to my ear, gently he said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;"I like you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;That time, i already got a boyfriend. So, since the day he confessed to me, i always poke fun of him. *I feel very sorry for him now..* For an example, I prolonged the time when he asked me to be his girlfriend. My friend even asked to say 'I love you' in front of a couple of friends. End up, we ridicule him. Sigh.. that was how bad i was la.. So, in the end he gave up. On the other way round, I don't know why and i wonder how...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;To be continued! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Do u find it interesting? If yes, give me support by dropping your comment! IF not, i would stop my story till here la.. I feel very bored d.. hehe.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;but still, i have to thanks for your patience.. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5279510299782937866-3177088535105537208?l=dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/feeds/3177088535105537208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5279510299782937866&amp;postID=3177088535105537208' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/3177088535105537208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/3177088535105537208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/2007/09/love-my-daddy-do-i-need-boyfriend-part.html' title='Love my daddy + Do I need a boyfriend? [Part 3]'/><author><name>Elisabeth Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12056248386366463274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sm1hezn-9jI/AAAAAAAAAGY/hKyaqZaRJls/S220/DSC04914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279510299782937866.post-8407685874109832423</id><published>2007-09-05T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T12:30:56.725+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Shoes freak + Do I need a boyfriend [Part 2]</title><content type='html'>Nowadays, I realized that i'm spending money more than i can earn. I felt so guilty la..&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, i was out with my buddies for a hair treatment at shopping mall. I always vexed about my hair skin problem.. My hair skin becomes worse and worse when i was having exams. So, when my trial ended, i have to seize the chance to rescue my hair skin! When i reached there, i still needed to wait for some time for our appointment. So, we thought of shop for awhile since it had been such a long time we didnt shop together. Surreptitiously, i told myself not to spend any single cent on shoes anymore. BUT! IN the end, everything changed.. when the light was shinning on the shoes which was arranged neatly and in order on the shelf, my eyes bling and bling and bling.. So, i got 3 pairs of shoes in the end.. *i seriously need to curb this*&lt;br /&gt;I counted how many pairs of shoes i got yesterday. End up, i got a number which suprised me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. back to the part 2 of "Do i need a boyfriend?"&lt;br /&gt;When i entered the class, a guy which had a familiar look spoke to me while he was wiping the table using a piece of tissue paper(every year of the first day in the school, our tables are always full of dust). He said sarcastically, "why no friend ah?" =_='&lt;br /&gt;I was stunned for words... and felt irritated.. However i dont remember how i react back. Then i found a seat which was all the way behind. I entered the class late.. that why lo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day by day, we were getting closer and closer. We shared our happiness and sadness and even some of the secrets.. I remember there's one day, he drove me on the wall! Yea, with &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;'no intention'&lt;/span&gt;, he &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;unexpectedly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;found something on my note book... I didnt noe tat until he mentioned about it.. I blushed and felt embarrassed.. After all, I learned a lesson. Do not write any personal thing into ur note book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 3 is coming soon! about how he share his BIG secret with me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. my maid is leaving.. She gave me a big hug when she just now.. She is so cute! haha.. sigh.. im gonna miss her..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5279510299782937866-8407685874109832423?l=dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/feeds/8407685874109832423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5279510299782937866&amp;postID=8407685874109832423' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/8407685874109832423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/8407685874109832423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/2007/09/shoe-freak-do-i-need-boyfriend-part-2.html' title='Shoes freak + Do I need a boyfriend [Part 2]'/><author><name>Elisabeth Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12056248386366463274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sm1hezn-9jI/AAAAAAAAAGY/hKyaqZaRJls/S220/DSC04914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279510299782937866.post-7419723330181170645</id><published>2007-09-01T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T21:07:01.612+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Do I need a boyfriend? [Part 1]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;It had been such a long time since a post my last blog.. Sorry guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;   I went to genting yesterday. Just came back this afternoon. It was fine since I didnt force by my sister to join her on the outdoor entertainment. I prefer have a nice cup of coffee and enjoy the cool air breeze on my face, feeling of relaxed after my exams. haha.. do i sound like an old lady? Phew.. At last! i manage to take a new and fresh breath in my life. Unfortunately, i catch cold now.. =_=' Sad right? I was 'gasping for air' for the whole month. I threw all of my time on my school exams. well, i expect me to do better this time. That's why I studied quite hard nowadays. One of the sadness.. I had to spend lesser time with my precious puppy. =( But she is always beside me whene i burn the midnight oil. *I often study until very late before exam) She is always my good companion.. However she is not my best companion. She can only look at me with her big eyes when i talk to her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105208042989542994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/RtlXqqLb3lI/AAAAAAAAACs/e5w1Re-YUwg/s320/Image(2240).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;                                                                                  *Check out her big and watery eyes!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;   Sometimes, i really wonder. Do i really need a boyfriend? I stopped my love life for a few months. Consequently, this is the longest break that i had ever take. haha.. Of cause, everything has the good side and the bad side.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;TEN Good facts of having boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1. You wouldn't feel lonely anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. There's always someone to pay for you movie tickets. *ehem..*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. There's always someone to cheer you up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. There's always someone there to give you support.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. You would always smile without reason.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;6. There's someone to play with your hair and tells you that he loves the scent of you hair. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;7. There's someone to hold your hand and tells you that he loves you the way u are.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;8. Makes you look prettier.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;9. You can mumble about how bad your day is but he still thinks that you are cute.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;10. You get more experience when there's an argument. Argument is good, it can help you to know more about each other.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyone wants to add more? haha..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;   Everything is good when you are in love. Shower with love, cherish by someone you love.. *aww...* However, i can list down more than ten bad facts of having boyfriend too.. haha.. Every relationship has an obstacle. Well, i think every of mine had more than one. haha.. But the truth is, my ex-es influended me a lot. I would be very uneasy and worried when he is unhappy. 'just like an ant on a hot pan'. Sometimes, i really got sick of this. You guys know why la hor? However, my relationships was just a skin deep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  Now, it is such a pain when i listen to my sister and her boyfriend's conversation, especially on the phone. btw, i have no intention. haha.. They sound so sweet together. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  Looking at my sister, a kind of nostalgic feeling will overwhelm me. She is just like me of the pass few years. Even my problem happened on her too. I was chased after by a guy last time. A guy with good traits and friendly. This happened since i was form 3. I was unconciously put in the first class. That time I was kinda disappointed that i had to separate with my gang. When i entered the class..........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To be continued.. Wanna know more about the story? Excited for the next post? haha..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Be patient guys! Will update part 2 soon!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p.s: Need clicks on the sponsor!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105218982271245938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/RtlhnaLb3nI/AAAAAAAAAC8/izKYPkSaPlo/s320/Image(2242).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;                                                        &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;My cute little cousin and Tessie*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105218342321118818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/RtlhCKLb3mI/AAAAAAAAAC0/l9792usjpx4/s320/Image(2241).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;                                                                 &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*Wheeeee..........*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5279510299782937866-7419723330181170645?l=dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/feeds/7419723330181170645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5279510299782937866&amp;postID=7419723330181170645' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/7419723330181170645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/7419723330181170645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/2007/09/do-i-need-boyfriend-part-1.html' title='Do I need a boyfriend? [Part 1]'/><author><name>Elisabeth Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12056248386366463274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sm1hezn-9jI/AAAAAAAAAGY/hKyaqZaRJls/S220/DSC04914.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/RtlXqqLb3lI/AAAAAAAAACs/e5w1Re-YUwg/s72-c/Image(2240).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279510299782937866.post-1297144929332925874</id><published>2007-08-22T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T16:27:02.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is crazy</title><content type='html'>IT WAS SO &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;UNBELIEVABLE&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i went to True Fitness that day, my instructor helped me to check on my blood pressure.. As i remember, the result was something like &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;116/60. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I stared at the measurement, at first i was so glad that i didnt get high blood pressure. haha.. As i know, above 120 is consider as high blood. Unfortunately and unexpectedly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; she said gently, 'hey, u got low pressure la..' At first i thought she was kidding me.. haha.. How could i get low blood pressure wei, im so&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; 'healthy'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; haha..&lt;/span&gt; But when she showed me the list which was written as:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;120&lt;/span&gt;=low blood pressure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;120-130=normal&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My emotion changed.. *what the hell? Is there something wrong with your measurement?* i wonder.. But worst part is, she said that i got ob***.. What the heck? O_0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is getting more insane and crazy.. Hey! am i really that f** huh?? I was so hurt after knowing these la.. &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my friend laughed at me, he said "no wonder u r having low blood pressure la! Every time also u have to take a longer time to figure out on something.. hahahha..." I was so angry when he teased me.. But, he was right. To be honest, i write, talk, eat, walk, run, shower, sh*t..etc.. always slower than other people.. Is these the symptoms of low blood pressure?? haha.. eh, i don't like this la.. Sounds like i behave like a turtle..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. let's think positive. One commitment i can make is i can &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;shop&lt;/span&gt; faster than other people. I can buy the whole shop in 2 minutes. Just like a supershopholic, fly here fly there then fly back to the cashier. This is very sap sap sui only. What to do? shopping is soooo enjoyable.. Of cause, only &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;IF i would dare to steal the credit card from my mum.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Remember, no money no talk, no money no supershopholic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5279510299782937866-1297144929332925874?l=dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/feeds/1297144929332925874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5279510299782937866&amp;postID=1297144929332925874' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/1297144929332925874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/1297144929332925874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/2007/08/this-is-crazy.html' title='This is crazy'/><author><name>Elisabeth Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12056248386366463274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sm1hezn-9jI/AAAAAAAAAGY/hKyaqZaRJls/S220/DSC04914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279510299782937866.post-3991714353383823690</id><published>2007-08-19T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T20:24:35.013+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='test'/><title type='text'>TEST-si</title><content type='html'>Sorry for not updating my blog for so long guys.. hehe.. I was so worried of my trial nowadays.. I studied almost everyday! When i didnt know how to answer the questions, i always blame myself for dragging my feet on entertainment, for not trying my best on studies, for my procrastination, for watching tv series until 12am even though the test was on the next day! haha.. well, i don really bother when im addicted to a korean drama. haha.. I can finished the whole episode in a day! Yup, it was compulsive. It's  a good entertainment when i addicted during my holiday, but wat if during exam week? I really shouldn't point an accusing finger on anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don like exams.. No one likes it right? It would be my terrible affliction.. I always dream of an affluence lifestyle.. Love to shop with my frens, from morning until night, we shop until we drop! haha.. When i reached home, i would collapse on my bed from exhaustion.. But I feel so.. erm.. PLENTIFUL..haha.. Moreover, this can burn out a lot of fats. But i have a limit though.. no cash, no talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I have to control myself for being a shopaholic la.. money hard to earn, that's always my dad's pet phrase. Love good music which can reduce my stress, makes me feel relax.. Fond of pop song and jazz music. There's a jazz festival at Mont' kiara now, i can listen to the music without turning on my ipod. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okok, back to reality la..  im gonna have my biology paper when my school starts.. Thinking of getting an A for this paper. hmm.. is this possible?? haha.. well, i would try my best though.. Louis give me a kiss if i get an A for my bio ok? haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiyoh.. everyday worried about my test.. im so tired and worn out la! I had even named my puppy as Tessie=TEST-si&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: click on my sponsor so that i can shop more. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5279510299782937866-3991714353383823690?l=dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/feeds/3991714353383823690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5279510299782937866&amp;postID=3991714353383823690' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/3991714353383823690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/3991714353383823690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/2007/08/test-si.html' title='TEST-si'/><author><name>Elisabeth Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12056248386366463274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sm1hezn-9jI/AAAAAAAAAGY/hKyaqZaRJls/S220/DSC04914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279510299782937866.post-1871521411985203214</id><published>2007-08-12T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T19:57:57.064+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagged'/><title type='text'>8 random facts about me</title><content type='html'>Got tagged by louis. Well, since im new here, i guess i ought to share some secret about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rules of this tag:&lt;br /&gt;1. Link to your tagger and post these rules.&lt;br /&gt;2. List eight (8) random facts about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;3. Tag eight people at the end of your post and list their names (linking to them).&lt;br /&gt;4. Let them know they’ve been tagged by leaving them a comment on their blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it goes..&lt;br /&gt;1. My dad's hometown is at Bentong, Pahang. However, I got some vague childhood memories from there. I born in New Zealand during my parents live there for a business investment. Came back to M'sia when i was 1+ years old. Stayed at Johor for a period, we faced a lot of financial problem that time. We moved to Ulu after that, den to KL. I live with my parents, 2 sisters, maid and my new family member, Tessie. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I don't like all kind of sausage frankly.. Especially those chinese sausage they mixed it with fried rice. In cantonese, we called it lap cheong. *ewww...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. And I pass motion everyday. Err... Is that a must for everyone? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I admired Jay chou very much last time, don't ask me why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I bawled like a baby when I know that Im chosen for NS. (I'm gonna miss my parents, my sisters, my frens and my dearest Tessie..)&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I used to believe a legend when i was small: There's a beauty and a rabbit living on the moon. Every year of the mooncake festival, reminds me about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Place: Pines' gymnasium&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Felicia&lt;/span&gt;: How they carry all these stuff here?&lt;br /&gt;    Elizabeth: It was carried by a big green giant.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Felicia&lt;/span&gt;: Ohh..&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;That's my innocent sister..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I will get very serious with a guy when I fall in love. So, please wake me up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag.. err... There is no blogger in my gang, except me. Who should i tag? See, not even one comment yet.. sigh..&lt;br /&gt;Guys.. pls la.. leave a comment when you visit ma! Hup zop di..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5279510299782937866-1871521411985203214?l=dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/feeds/1871521411985203214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5279510299782937866&amp;postID=1871521411985203214' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/1871521411985203214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/1871521411985203214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/2007/08/8-random-facts-about-me.html' title='8 random facts about me'/><author><name>Elisabeth Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12056248386366463274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sm1hezn-9jI/AAAAAAAAAGY/hKyaqZaRJls/S220/DSC04914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279510299782937866.post-839811289442879708</id><published>2007-08-11T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T23:57:43.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little treat for Tessie</title><content type='html'>I thought that it was very kind of buying some treats for Tessie.. So, I bought the Greenies bone from the Doggie House last week(the shop owner told me that my puppy can finish it in &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;3 days&lt;/span&gt; long).When i got back to house, i gave the little treat to my dearest Tessie. Then, I went for a nap. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   After a few hours, I woke up from my dreamland. My visual sense was still so vague.. Then i saw the Greenies bone in&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Rr3WrSKsuVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8Pd8jzbNMuk/s1600-h/Image(2239).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this shape:&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097471030917380466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Rr3a5SKsuXI/AAAAAAAAABE/yRhjLgzkdMg/s200/Image(2239).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;   I was damn shocked! What happened when i was dreaming of my prince on my bed?? It was as long as a pen, out of a blue? My goodness.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did my sister bites on it? Or there's a mad dog in my house?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     Frantically, I looked everywhere for Tessie.. I was so worried.. End up, i found my dearest Tessie with her bloated stomach.. =_='&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097470627190454626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="253" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Rr3ahyKsuWI/AAAAAAAAAA8/kRDK0i4aiJU/s200/Image(2238).jpg" width="218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson for today: Do not dote on ur pet..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S: keep clicking on the advertisement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5279510299782937866-839811289442879708?l=dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/feeds/839811289442879708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5279510299782937866&amp;postID=839811289442879708' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/839811289442879708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/839811289442879708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/2007/08/little-treat-for-tessie.html' title='A little treat for Tessie'/><author><name>Elisabeth Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12056248386366463274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sm1hezn-9jI/AAAAAAAAAGY/hKyaqZaRJls/S220/DSC04914.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Rr3a5SKsuXI/AAAAAAAAABE/yRhjLgzkdMg/s72-c/Image(2239).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279510299782937866.post-5543101924931013501</id><published>2007-08-07T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T19:25:13.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please wake me up..</title><content type='html'>hey guys, i need ur support by clicking the advertisement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Time and tide waits for no man" sigh.. 2morrow is gonna is my trial exam.. the time passed so fast.. I don feel like having exam especially when im in a melancholic mood. Even though, I worried so much about my exam.. I utmost in my studies, but it just doesnt turn out the way i wanted.. I feel something is missing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i don't wish to bring any affliction.. I guess all i can do is just keeping the mum over? Hmm.. Sometimes, i feel like going away from the hustle and bustle of the city.. haha.. to a place where can lift my spirits and where i can feel peaceful..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Song of the day: ni bu zhi dao &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wcD2gAR7hZE" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since when i fell in love again? Argh.. Please wake me up..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5279510299782937866-5543101924931013501?l=dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/feeds/5543101924931013501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5279510299782937866&amp;postID=5543101924931013501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/5543101924931013501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/5543101924931013501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/2007/08/hey-guys-i-need-ur-support-by-clicking.html' title='Please wake me up..'/><author><name>Elisabeth Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12056248386366463274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sm1hezn-9jI/AAAAAAAAAGY/hKyaqZaRJls/S220/DSC04914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279510299782937866.post-4814314714996381743</id><published>2007-08-04T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T14:22:28.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An old song</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;SATURDAY&lt;/span&gt; MORNING, a day which i can sleep longer that doesn't make me feel guilty. I always wake up kinda late in the morning if i skip school.. haha.. As usual, i went for pilates class. Instead of having one class, i went for 2 classes since I'm kinda free 2day. After all my busy routines, finally i can have a stress less day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard an old song which was played during the class. This song reminded me about how passionate i was for this song. When i was still in primary school, my mum fetches me to school every morning and fetches me back to home after school. On the way home, i would always ask her to play the song in car. Both of my sister started loved it too. haha.. i guess i was really a big influence for them.. We had even sang along every time the song had been played.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this song from youtube 2day, thought of putting up here. But i decided not when i was shocked to see that they actually use it for a &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;GAY MOVIE&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u are curious, check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-kEt4mpfMXQ&amp;feature=PlayList&amp;amp;amp;p=9A073ECE229CA48A&amp;index=0"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-kEt4mpfMXQ&amp;amp;feature=PlayList&amp;amp;p=9A073ECE229CA48A&amp;amp;index=0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5279510299782937866-4814314714996381743?l=dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/feeds/4814314714996381743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5279510299782937866&amp;postID=4814314714996381743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/4814314714996381743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/4814314714996381743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/2007/08/saturday-morning-day-which-i-can-sleep.html' title='An old song'/><author><name>Elisabeth Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12056248386366463274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sm1hezn-9jI/AAAAAAAAAGY/hKyaqZaRJls/S220/DSC04914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279510299782937866.post-2443094909822968247</id><published>2007-08-03T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T19:40:01.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thank god! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I found my IC!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5279510299782937866-2443094909822968247?l=dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/feeds/2443094909822968247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5279510299782937866&amp;postID=2443094909822968247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/2443094909822968247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/2443094909822968247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/2007/08/thank-god-i-found-my-ic.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisabeth Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12056248386366463274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sm1hezn-9jI/AAAAAAAAAGY/hKyaqZaRJls/S220/DSC04914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279510299782937866.post-3897792037233001217</id><published>2007-08-02T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T00:14:25.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey guys! make sure the advertisement pops out when u click it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Please double click on the advertisement whenever u visit.. Thank you very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5279510299782937866-3897792037233001217?l=dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/feeds/3897792037233001217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5279510299782937866&amp;postID=3897792037233001217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/3897792037233001217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/3897792037233001217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/2007/08/hey-guys-make-sure-advertisement-pops.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisabeth Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12056248386366463274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sm1hezn-9jI/AAAAAAAAAGY/hKyaqZaRJls/S220/DSC04914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279510299782937866.post-2706162040934054566</id><published>2007-08-02T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T13:32:19.578+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Childhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social'/><title type='text'>Walking in my memory lane#2</title><content type='html'>There was a wednesday morning, my friend asked me out for a breakfast on the day before. Her boyfriend thought of introducing some of his buddies for me since I'm still &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;SINGLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.. *wat the heck? are they symphathize with me??* haha.. but instead of rejecting, i said yes. Life is kinda bored without boyfriend.. haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lady luck wasn't on my side on that day.. I got so worried when i can't even find my purse when i was about to go out. I tried to seach everywhere as I could. I had even bent down and searched at the underneath sofa. When I bent down, Tessie( i gave my ex-name to my puppy) walked near to me and LICKED on my face! Well, this is certainly not the right time for this.. Argh.. She was so loathsome..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, i found it at the end. It was hided in my wardrobe which was full of clothes. haha.. Once i reached the place, I saw my friend and her boyfriend were already there, I still can't see the rest yet. When i settle myself down, I saw 2 guys walking toward our table. One of them looked very familiar to me. Oh ya! I met him from my primary school, i wondered. But he was just a acquaintance. So, we said hi to each other and had a vapid conversation. During the conversation, he asked me whether Im from Mun Choong school too. I said yes, i knew he recognized me from his emotion when he first saw me. haha.. When he asked me again, "are you the one who ran all the way through the corridor when there was an injection which was given by the nurse? During standard one?" i was stunned for words.. How could he still remember??!! It was already few years back! Shit.. so embarrasing.. So i lied that it was my sister who is younger than me by few months..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup! It was &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Who ran all the way down to escape from stupid injeciton! I was so afraid of injection last time. (now im not anymore, i had even taken BCG) I always tremble when I see the needle. hahaha.. What a big troublesome to my form teacher, Miss Goh. It happened for few times that I ran away, even the pupils and teachers next door know that. So, Miss Goh called my mother and asked her to come over whenever there's an injection. What a trick for me to get injection! I hated those injections so much.. Which provided by stupid government to prevent some kind of stupid diseases. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still I ran away even my mum was there. there's is once when my mum got so angry, she borrowed the rotan from Miss Goh and chased after me. -_-" So i ran all the way to the school canteen. that time canteen was kinda far from my classroom. haha.. She had even used the soft method, but i can't recall whether success or not. As i remember, she said she would buy ice-cream for me if i take injection. Then i asked "is it the ice-cream from the canteen?" "no la, their ice-cream not nice, later i buy from outside the school k?" Then i was happy. Last time i was not allow to eat ice-cream ma..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;After i went home from the place, i seached everywhere for my ic. I realized that my ic was disappeared when i found my purse. BUt until now still not found yet.. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: the 2 guys are not my type.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5279510299782937866-2706162040934054566?l=dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/feeds/2706162040934054566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5279510299782937866&amp;postID=2706162040934054566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/2706162040934054566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/2706162040934054566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/2007/08/there-was-wednesday-morning-my-friend.html' title='Walking in my memory lane#2'/><author><name>Elisabeth Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12056248386366463274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sm1hezn-9jI/AAAAAAAAAGY/hKyaqZaRJls/S220/DSC04914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279510299782937866.post-5007500281517322695</id><published>2007-08-01T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T00:32:34.513+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Childhood'/><title type='text'>Walking in my memory lane#1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/RrCz_iKsuRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Hq01D75zW9E/s1600-h/Image1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093769082640840978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/RrCz_iKsuRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Hq01D75zW9E/s200/Image1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came from a family which is loaded with joys and happiness. A pair of youthful parents, a sister who always haggle over but always affectionate. And a sister who is a gregarious person but always cheerful and joyful. that is why she had given a name as Felicia. I named her as the 'joy bringer'. haha.. People feel comfortable while communicate with Felicia.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my dilapidated childhood, three of us spent most of our time together. Usually, we would play a game somehow we called it as "seller, buyer and banker". That is a game which we learned how to do business and earn money. But this was just all simple cash transaction. We cut out colour papers into small pieces and wrote on something like, RM1, RM2, RM5, RM10 and so on.. That's the paper we called it 'cash'. When everything was prepared, we started to 'import' our stock and sell it to each other , buy from each other or even borrow cash for investment. In the end, all of us got scolded by our brooded mother due to our chaotic room. haha.. Ah.. Those were my halcyon days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh.. btw, cant u guys see the teared wallpaper from that photo, it's Felicia who did tat.. Then end up, i used the sellotape and stick it back. haha.. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/RrCnUyKsuQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BWTqj7g-S3c/s1600-h/Image1.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&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/5279510299782937866-5007500281517322695?l=dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/feeds/5007500281517322695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5279510299782937866&amp;postID=5007500281517322695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/5007500281517322695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279510299782937866/posts/default/5007500281517322695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietstarts2morrow.blogspot.com/2007/08/walking-in-my-memory-lane1.html' title='Walking in my memory lane#1'/><author><name>Elisabeth Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12056248386366463274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/Sm1hezn-9jI/AAAAAAAAAGY/hKyaqZaRJls/S220/DSC04914.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpO1BvMCr6Y/RrCz_iKsuRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Hq01D75zW9E/s72-c/Image1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
