tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62335686451686277752024-03-12T17:58:37.597-07:00me, myself and yanyan*esineDenise*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322noreply@blogger.comBlogger98125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-63392653494814101982011-01-19T22:57:00.000-08:002011-01-19T22:57:14.905-08:00Twenty-ElevenOnce, I saw my friend posted in Facebook stating that 2011 should be known as 'twenty-eleven' instead of 'two-zero-one-one'. That is how the title of my post comes from. Twenty-eleven sounds more convincing, matured, and elegant compared to 'two-oh-one-one'. Hahaha. Enough of that.<br />
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This is my first post in 2011. Life has been a roller-coaster lately. (Well, who doesn't, rite?) But I am sure that my life is definitely like the most scariest roller-coaster eg. Cockscrew in Genting, compared to the old one (I forgot what is its name). At one moment you are at the top of the sky and then suddenly you are being pushed to the lowest point of earth, without any warnings. Yes, my life has been like that lately. It's hard to spill it all out here, for fearing it may cause havoc in reality (well who reads my blog anyway).<br />
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Anyhow, life still needs to continue. Yes, I am sad, depressed, shocked and helpless all the time but life goes on. All I can do is to be as optimistic as I can, and believe that everything actually happens for a reason. As much as I hope that my roller-coaster journey will come to an end, I know it is hard and difficult without the supports. Hence, thank you for all the support given, no matter emotionally or practically, I really appreciate that.<br />
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Tomorrow is always a better, and brighter day :D<br />
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<div style="text-align: right;">xoxo,</div><div style="text-align: right;">esineDenise <3</div>*esineDenise*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-59615648292437478052010-11-09T19:12:00.000-08:002010-11-09T19:12:42.738-08:00Excited!In order to push down all the emo posts, here I am to post up some exciting happenings in my life!!<br />
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</div>*esineDenise*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-52964084523482952652010-11-06T06:43:00.000-07:002010-11-06T06:43:19.083-07:00I Will Never Forget...... the day when you walked out from me. (literally)<br />
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You gave us space to think, but you actually given me more space to cry.<br />
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I will never forget today. *esineDenise*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-47496662748478876912010-10-27T20:36:00.000-07:002010-10-27T20:36:06.459-07:00The Wrong WayEverything goes the wrong way. EVERYTHING!<br />
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I am lost and I don't know what to do. I might fall into depression. Who knows.<br />
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One day, I will just disappear and leave everything behind me. One day. Thank you (all) very much for making me like this. I will APPRECIATE it.<br />
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Till then, you don't know where I will be.<br />
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<i>Life is like a box of chocolates. You won't know what you get until you opened it.</i><br />
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My life? <i> </i>*esineDenise*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-6134012212654070982010-10-20T20:49:00.000-07:002010-10-20T20:49:10.674-07:00Disappointment<div style="text-align: justify;">I know everyone has their own taste of disappointment. I felt so disappointed, yesterday. I couldn't cope with it and I cried it out badly. I cried and cried for more than 3 hours, in the bathroom, in my room, on the bed, till I slept off. The thought of going to die is so strong till I can't believe it. This is my first time ever feeling so depressed. I thought I had fall into depression.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">When I was struggling thinking between surviving and dying in the midst of my tears, my mom came into my room. I was lucky, because I off the lights and pretend that I am sleeping. She came in and ask me what happen (she thought I was sick), I told her I have massive headache and I need to sleep early. She asked me to eat the medicine before going to sleep. I just simply said yes, and yes I don't really have headache and so I don't need to eat any medicine. But my crying gets louder, because I realized that there's someone out there who really concern about me. She seldom does that, maybe she really felt that there is something wrong with me because I went to bed so early without switching off my laptop which is still in the living room.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I continue to hide under my covers, because the tears, and mucus just couldn't stop. This time my mother came into the room again and pulled the cover. Luckily it was dark and she couldn't see my puffy eyes and did not recognized my sore voice. She gave me Paracetamol and walked out. I felt guilty, so I really went to the kitchen and took one Paracetamol, since I really have minor headache due to constant crying for the past few hours. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify;">I went back to hide under my cover, switch on my phone and found out nothing incoming. So, that's it. The disappointment accompany my sleep, till the next morning. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify;">p/s: What makes me feel disappointed? Many, many, many things which I couldn't find anyone to share with.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">p/p/s: I woke up with a very very serious puffy eyes this morning, and lucky my mother did not asked anything about it.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div>*esineDenise*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-71788472263740537342010-10-17T23:45:00.000-07:002010-10-17T23:45:48.332-07:00October Filler<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgusEiDVbzzvGhQ4RxBUPKsXghRSqhyphenhyphencGbTju1vODlkKOym4rupjVJqs1NCagb9CAg2EL1ZsXopUyFolt6V71bdbl4PYtxb5Xo7xwyjhbC4_vlj3nlw41JSKJE9DSPK7Y82Xs1bletgsy1Y/s1600/IMG_5645+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcQMn8xLL5aIjlAoz3Nnwbqkpf75fltJ5sXW9fjXuReRQfVc4iNz0kuN8kWuYJl9jmxtKmI7MaffjGDgMlk1zsXVwxbETfASxTzcfoR3l8KHRelHQXmF5KhoW0zWMzZV2Lc3siOKz8Ed-j/s1600/IMG_5514+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div>Wow! It's been 2 months since my last post. That is why I am doing a filler post now. Since I don't know what to write, so I am posting some pictures to reflect what I had done for the past few months *digs out pictures*<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihkFNYKjpfsWfsgj6kgv1WY3lRXyloEVK1GsZHa9P0ZkP9UGpdDNVyJDmLE7oCNbsqWpn34VEwFSam3ezfh2v1DgCsldOWOrPiSHqg3fBTBwXKnVFmnztfxTPs4u9k7oCcDW50n4MAqdgM/s1600/IMG_4822+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihkFNYKjpfsWfsgj6kgv1WY3lRXyloEVK1GsZHa9P0ZkP9UGpdDNVyJDmLE7oCNbsqWpn34VEwFSam3ezfh2v1DgCsldOWOrPiSHqg3fBTBwXKnVFmnztfxTPs4u9k7oCcDW50n4MAqdgM/s400/IMG_4822+copy.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Kylie's Convocation</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTxWX09WM6YVv7Sqjp-Cpg__YrB0LdePvPZ6bH1ABm0LoZsX8DzWiXh7ch7HoIu7uVSdVkjSQTPAIfE_uuEdEhOGXM5nOp4P6PxdvUsHNjS4iGyi1tDfHr94tsL3_brtKnrWUjbBDKpfP9/s1600/IMG_5487+copy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="280" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTxWX09WM6YVv7Sqjp-Cpg__YrB0LdePvPZ6bH1ABm0LoZsX8DzWiXh7ch7HoIu7uVSdVkjSQTPAIfE_uuEdEhOGXM5nOp4P6PxdvUsHNjS4iGyi1tDfHr94tsL3_brtKnrWUjbBDKpfP9/s400/IMG_5487+copy.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Karen's Wedding during Hari Raya *the Lengluis*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</tbody></table></div>Okay that's all! Will blog in details about all the events if I have the time :P<br />
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<div style="text-align: right;">xoxo,</div><div style="text-align: right;">esineDenise <3</div>*esineDenise*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-12425975228282576772010-08-24T23:45:00.000-07:002010-08-24T23:45:42.431-07:00Public TransportationI always have the urge to blog whenever I experience something unusual, or something which I think I should blog it out so that everyone will know about it (it's not like there are people who is going to read this). And each time when I want to blog, there will always be some other work which will distract me and eventually I will forget about everything. Maybe the passion to blog inside me is not that 'deep' yet.<br />
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Who takes the Light Railway Transit (LRT) or other means public transportation to go to work, to school, or to shopping malls? I guess out there, there are still many people who are using public transport as their main means of transportation. Same goes to me. In KL, public transport will take me to wherever I want to go (I will only go to places where they are accessible by public transport).<br />
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Due to the level of securities in Malaysia, I had never ever taken a taxi by myself. Why? I guess I actually have phobias in taking taxis (it's not that I have bad experience with taxi drivers before lah) but I kind of afraid to take taxis after reading the newspapers and watched the news. You know what I mean.<br />
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Okay back to the topic. I was planning to list out things that I hate to see while boarding public transport.<br />
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1. Men who like to scratch or rub their toes while sitting inside the LRT. I know it's very comfortable sitting inside there with aircon and all, but do you need to remove your feet from your shoe and keep scratching it? (No, I am damn sure that their toes are not itchy. It's just a matter of habit. They just sub-consciously rub or scratch it while chatting with their friends). Worst if the feet smells. *vomit*<br />
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2. Couples who smootch in the train. The guy will rub the girl's thigh, hand, back, and sometime even the butt! (I swear I saw it before!) Hello? This is public place ok? Save all these intimate gestures for your own room. Some will say it's how the couple show their affection to each other (No I am not jealous. I have a boyfriend myself, and when we are in the public we won't show such affections). Sometimes when they lean too close with each other then I'll be looking and anticipating when are they going to kiss each other and forget bout all the passengers.<br />
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3. People who take up 2 seats while sitting in the train. You know the train is small. You know the train has limited seats. You know there are many people in the train. Then why you still take up 2 seats when you are sitting alone? Sometimes these people are plain dumb they thought that they had just occupied 1 and half of the seat and expect other people to share another half of the seat with them. Please lah who want to sit so near to you with the risk of touching your butt and your leg.Unless if you are Brad Pitt or Chuck Bass.<br />
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4. Parents who allow their children to run around in the train and disturb other people's peaceful journey. I don't understand why they can let their children run around and risk of falling down or bang the pole in the train. Sometimes these children will even touch other passengers. I don't mean that I don't let them touch, but not everyone likes other people to touch them. But even if they don't like, they would not scold the children. What they can do is to look at the children mother and hoping that she will pull them away. Which most of time they won't do so because they feel their own child is very cute.<br />
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5. Inconsiderate people shouting in the bus. I know you are very superior than all the passengers in the bus. I know you know bus driver very well. I know you know everyone in the bus industry. But that does not give you the right to talk loudly or shout in the bus or intimidate the elderly when they are getting off from the bus. Don't forget one day you will become like them too. You are just plain disturbing. I can't see how superior are you. Oh, you still need to pay the same price of bus fare like me right?<br />
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6. Passengers of express bus who got down from the bus to purposely smoke and cause everyone to wait for them. Haallllooo?? Smoke lesser can die is it? Like to smoke so much then don't take public transport ok since it's so inconvenient for you. There is this time when I was taking the express bus to KL. When I got into the bus, I already see this two guy smoking before entering the bus. Once they had slowly enjoyed inhaling tar and nicotine only they got into the bus. But once they got into the bus and waited for 2 minutes and realized the driver is not ready yet, they got down from the bus and have another smoking session. Once they light up their cigarette guess what they do? They quickly inhale another few doze of nicotine before throwing it away. What kind of mentality is that? Die die also want to smoke. <br />
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That's all I can think off so far. During the times when I really want to blog about this I have more than 10 stories to tell. This is the consequences of not blogging once I want to blog. Will update this list, if I remember. Till then!*esineDenise*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-21742497357572516082010-07-14T08:09:00.000-07:002010-07-14T08:09:12.482-07:00RandomI still can't figure out what happened to my blog's layout. Tried adjusting it for many times it still looks like that. I think I'm just gonna leave it as it is. I think the only way to fix it is to register another new blog name, and start all over again. I just don't have the mood and energy to do so.<br />
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As from the above title, this is a very random post. Rather than surfing aimlessly on the internet, I better blog something up to keep track with what I had been doing lately (no, I am not too free. I have lots of work to do, just that I am still procrastinating in doing it).<br />
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Last weekend, we went over to BBQ Plaza to celebrate Boon's farewell (she will be going to Singapore to work soon). The attendees were me, FaiFai, James and of course, Boon. We had not seen each other for a long time after we left the college. Even if we met, we met separately. The whole lunch session was fun, as usual we ordered a lot of pork sets and this time we tried beef set. <br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Unfortunately, the next day I had fever. I don't know it's because of the food I eaten or I am just unhealthy. I skipped morning's class and attended only the afternoon class (because I need to clarify some assignment queries with the lecturer). My fever was on and off and I thought I got dengue fever. Anyway I still packed and came back to Temerloh on Monday, just in case if I fainted there's still people who can send me to hospital.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Throughout the week, I got fever, diarrhea, vomit, headache, dizziness. I thought I am going to die. I go through everyday thinking what kind of disease I had infected. The worst is that I had an assignment to submit on that weekend as well. I'm so demotivated to do anything at all so I just simply completed the assignment without thinking much. Towards the weekend, my condition did not get any better. On one of the days I got red rashes all over my body (include my face). That's when I think die la this time confirm is dengue fever. But, weirdly I don't have fever. The rashes are not itchy as well. Those red patches stayed on my body for a few days and it gotten serious at night, especially when I sleep. It only feels itchy when I sleep. I could not get enough good sleep throughout the weekend. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">At last, another weekend had passed. On the Monday (a different Monday) mom fetched me to see the doctor right after I got down from bus because I still have lots of 'wind' in my stomach and I still feel dizzy and headache. The doctor measured my blood pressure, and it shocked him that I had low blood pressure. No wonder I felt dizzy all along, because my blood pressure is low. He said I lacked of water (did not drink enough water, hence I am quite dehydrated) and my condition will turn better if I drink more water, eat more fruits and vegetables and rest properly.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Hence, now I am drinking my water (more than usual). I eat whatever fruits I can find from the kitchen (not really. Green apples, oranges, bananas turn me OFF). I exercise at least 20 minutes daily (I jogged using the jogging machine) to get myself sweat. I make up every morning (I used to NOT make up) because I feel when you are beautiful, you will feel more energetic. I wear contact lenses every morning (so that I can put on my make up :P). I vowed to live healthily from now on (because I am sick of being SICK). </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">I am still procrastinating in doing my work. I guess I should change this habit. So I better end this post now and focus on my journal review. This coming weekend is Grandma's birthday. And I am gonna skip class again. The bad side of having weekend class. I need to skip my class whenever there are functions in the weekends. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Okay got to go now. I have prediction that the next post going to be an emo post. Not only Paul can predict okay? </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>*esineDenise*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-46314615945316428562010-06-22T07:14:00.000-07:002010-06-22T07:14:38.811-07:00Clashing DatesI am very frustrated.<br />
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I am very FRUSTRATED !!!!!!!!!!<br />
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All my datelines are clashing like nobody's business! Stress stress stress. wtf.<br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">On Week 3 I just realized that we need to submit our individual assignment on Week 6. wtf. 3 more weeks to go. Then when I checked back the unit plan I just realized that we need to submit the case study for approval on Week 4. Another wtf. Then my dad told me that we need to back Sekinchan to celebrate my grandma's birthday, on my Week 6. Yes!! Right on my submission day. And now I have to think about other alternatives, such as finishing my assignment on Week 5, which means I have only 2 weeks to go. GREAT!</div><br />
Then, my cousin's wedding. It falls right a day before my exam. WOW!<br />
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So far I just found out that two datelines are clashing. I hope I won't be able to find another date. God bless.*esineDenise*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-47732256759398958942010-06-15T20:13:00.001-07:002010-06-15T21:58:14.122-07:00Our 4th Anniversary<div align="justify">It's our 4th anniversary today, 16/06/2010. Not wedding anniversary, just an anniversary that marks the time that we had been together. 4 years, not long not short. I never really feel the time pass by, as we gone through most of the days without each other by our side. Day by day, month and month, and here we are, on the 4th year of our relationship.</div><br />
<div align="justify">It's really funny to see how things happen. From a stranger to friend, from a friend to a best friend who talks about anything and everything, and from best friend become lover. Isn't it the normal route that a relationship takes to blossom? One can't be skipping the first stage (the friend stage) and straight become lovers where even love at first sight also needs to start with friends. My point is not how my relationship began, but is the direction it is taking in the future.</div><br />
<div align="justify">At the age of 24, some had become mothers, some are engaged, and some are still single. I can conclude that I am in the middle of these stages, nor single yet nor engage. Hence the main question comes into mind. Am I going to marry this guy that I had dated for 4 years? If I am not going to marry him, why must I use the remaining time of my life to be with him (not that I am going to die lah), yet if I am really going to marry him, when is that? Seriously, I really never had thought about these questions but people around me had already been asking. Why?? Why must it be so soon to get marry? I still regard myself as a young teenager!!</div><br />
<div align="justify">Being in the environment where everyone is elder than you gives me certain pressure (I'm talking about my MBA class). Being in the environment where all of your cousins around your age are getting married gives me pressure as well. Everyone had been asking, when is your turn? Wah, I have never really thought of that at all. The timing is not there yet, as both of us are still studying. I feel kinda old by typing that I am still studying at this age. </div><br />
<div align="justify">So, what does our future holds? It's still a mystery for both of us. Yes, he told me that he wanted to marry me. In my opinion, marriage does not just come in words like "I am definitely going to marry you in the future" but it needs certain action like "I am now saving for our future. Let's get married when we had enough money". Man, I feel so old typing this. Since when I had been thinking about this? </div><br />
<div align="justify">By all means, I still feel glad that we are still holding up together. I have been so accustomed to you that I don't know what will happen if you are not by my side anymore. </div><br />
Thank you for keeping up with my temper, <br />
Thank you for being the dearest part of my life, <br />
Thank you for being there when I always wanted you to, <br />
Thank you for cheering me up when I am not in the mood, <br />
Thank you for holding us together when we almost fall apart, <br />
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<strong>Thank you for loving me so much like you do now.</strong> <br />
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<div align="center"><em><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 130%;"><span style="color: red;">Happy 4th anniversary dear, may there are more anniversaries to come in the future</span>!</span></em></div><br />
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<div align="center"><span style="color: #ff6666;">Love you to the bits! Muah! <3</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #ff6666;"></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="right">Lots of luv,</div><div align="right">...BiBi...</div><div align="right"></div>*esineDenise*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-49922015247784071772010-06-10T08:36:00.000-07:002010-06-10T08:38:10.161-07:00BooksI like to read. I used to borrow lots and lots of books from my friend Esha during the holidays, because I don’t have any chance to buy any novels in my hometown. But ever since I moved to KL, I had the chance to visit bookstores in shopping malls and I started to buy my own books. Throughout the years, I had bought too many books till the cupboard had not enough spaces to accommodate all of them anymore. I was thinking of selling it at half prices, because I won’t be reading it for the second time but my sister wanted to keep them all because she wants to fill in the bookshelf in our new house.<br /><br />I am too free, and had nothing in mind what to post, so in this post I’m going to list out the books that I have (on the other hand I also can make a total of the books I owned).<br /><br />(Name of the book – Author)<br />1. Fury - G. M. Ford<br />2. Black River – G.M. Ford<br />3. Marker – Robin Cook<br />4. The Best Laid Plans – Sidney Sheldon<br />5. Blind Side – Catherine Coulter<br />6. When the Wind Blows – James Patterson<br />7. Honeymoon – James Patterson & Howard Roughan<br />8. The Last Bride – Sandra Landry<br />9. The Wrong Wife – Carolyn McSparren<br />10. Buzz Cut – James Hall<br />11. The Insider – Stephen Frey<br />12. Ricochet – Sandra Brown<br />13. Love Lies – Adele Parks<br />14. Rough Ride – John Francome<br />15. In the Manor with Millionaire & The Lawman’s Secret Son (2 in 1)<br />16. The Burning Girl – Mark Billingham<br />17. Embers – Helen Kirkman<br />18. Passion – Louis Bagshawe<br />19. Someone to Watch Over Me – Judith McNaught<br />20. Twilight – Stephenie Meyer<br />21. New Moon – Stephenie Meyer<br />22. The Girl with the Dragon Tatoo – Stieg Larsson<br />23. The Girl who Play with Fire – Stieg Larsson<br />24. The Girl who Kicked the Hornets’ Nest – Stieg Larsson<br />25. The Memory Keeper’s Daughter<br />26. The Hornet’s Nest – Patricia Cornwell<br /><br />That’s roughly all the books I owned. I also have read:<br /><br />1. Harry Potter’s series – JK Rowling<br />2. Eclipse and Breaking Dawn (e-book) – Stephenie Meyer<br /><br />There are more, but the books are stuck in KL. Will update this post when I can get hold of the books.<br /><br />p/s: I think I can earn some money by selling off my books. Anyone interested?*esineDenise*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-62458543714313018672010-05-25T19:52:00.000-07:002010-06-09T02:35:10.721-07:00Aquaria<div style="text-align: justify;">Hello, my blog had been abandoned for a month due to my exams and lack of Internet connection. I will try to update as much as possible, but I also need topics to blog about. Life had been quite dull recently, and many unhappy events unfolded one by one, thus lack of updates.
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<br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Anyway, today will blog about our trip to the Aquaria in KLCC. And so coincidentally Pikom is having PC Fair as well. So, it's kind of a busy day for us as we also wanted to watch Clash of the Titans on the same day. Very jam-packed schedule!
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<br /><div style="text-align: justify;">First we headed over to Aquaria. We checked the website to know the ticket price and found out they only give discount to Maybank card holders. Since we were so kiam so the bf borrowed his friend's Maybank card so that we can have the RM 10 discount. Normal price is RM 35. But later we also found out that they accept Student ID as well for the RM 10 discount.
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<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDlSEv9Bk3aPagBvc5xD_iwz7n4Vw29qhOH7svIxUZIIlJwzPExwWV8EBK8BDK9t-1_-5Hz_mrUt9FurKcbVxBS5XQ9oLXtFsApw_75CzhO204jBoWNc0PWF8onP3__rtF5GfY1hcZqxol/s1600/IMG_3562.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDlSEv9Bk3aPagBvc5xD_iwz7n4Vw29qhOH7svIxUZIIlJwzPExwWV8EBK8BDK9t-1_-5Hz_mrUt9FurKcbVxBS5XQ9oLXtFsApw_75CzhO204jBoWNc0PWF8onP3__rtF5GfY1hcZqxol/s320/IMG_3562.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475411954390774418" border="0" /></a>Walking towards Aquaria
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<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8SsRAfiFG5te9sUJ1djFzO-h4ZEH2jlXJDcjbm-2QAArXklJWfDcWNwXp997JcTLzGLuPFBJFdKDYP-maGkfys3uuA4itOdaHwirpLHGIL0s9yAquJPdSou2V1hyphenhyphenVryz7zNi0vwdF2If-/s1600/IMG_3564.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8SsRAfiFG5te9sUJ1djFzO-h4ZEH2jlXJDcjbm-2QAArXklJWfDcWNwXp997JcTLzGLuPFBJFdKDYP-maGkfys3uuA4itOdaHwirpLHGIL0s9yAquJPdSou2V1hyphenhyphenVryz7zNi0vwdF2If-/s320/IMG_3564.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475411964262807714" border="0" /></a>First show: The Piranha show
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<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL7F1hOl_Wwb1Wh57hRPIyOjHZEFpzCzCilHgh8i1lXahewKVzoQOqC0FVG1oSo5Pel6xhwgGb0UbECSpHQdQ8vmmLNVr-OI0nw-E4gGxP-om7PQBCyRhNvvgcq2n7L15vmwwZXfSc71gE/s1600/IMG_3567.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL7F1hOl_Wwb1Wh57hRPIyOjHZEFpzCzCilHgh8i1lXahewKVzoQOqC0FVG1oSo5Pel6xhwgGb0UbECSpHQdQ8vmmLNVr-OI0nw-E4gGxP-om7PQBCyRhNvvgcq2n7L15vmwwZXfSc71gE/s320/IMG_3567.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475411969693954258" border="0" /></a>Bamboo Shark
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<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv_Ef63kz4EUdyz92nXGbPIVIaGpD2kBK3oIaED4_sQdKwErbwvRhQo5I_hgwl03TfSjohToYrnjJ5Dlty14KFY03DY78dShw_8Mwb6fNrOjPvqez9dB4aYAIf3cO35wM3MwPOLh-HxTtP/s1600/IMG_3568.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv_Ef63kz4EUdyz92nXGbPIVIaGpD2kBK3oIaED4_sQdKwErbwvRhQo5I_hgwl03TfSjohToYrnjJ5Dlty14KFY03DY78dShw_8Mwb6fNrOjPvqez9dB4aYAIf3cO35wM3MwPOLh-HxTtP/s320/IMG_3568.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475411979416092818" border="0" /></a>The bf touching the bamboo shark
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<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiBhK3B9R8_M-5S3UJ0I2tfxklZATmIQb5otsfxK1FjWVZq_kU3NJazW8STF1zfk4YWH0NtdJ9tkAVn8TIT4U3P89Btma1SJXqUlEHFpxj-6kSSo42tx1zaacZFARf13SAZY9pDkiKIRKW/s1600/IMG_3574.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiBhK3B9R8_M-5S3UJ0I2tfxklZATmIQb5otsfxK1FjWVZq_kU3NJazW8STF1zfk4YWH0NtdJ9tkAVn8TIT4U3P89Btma1SJXqUlEHFpxj-6kSSo42tx1zaacZFARf13SAZY9pDkiKIRKW/s320/IMG_3574.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475411991721974114" border="0" /></a>Electric Eel
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<br /><div style="text-align: left;">The Aquaria is divided into a few section. The first section is the forest section if I am not wrong. It's green-ish everywhere. Proof:
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<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGZBH_GScGuq3q_H4b8uIZC8THjYeFK_-l9eBu1BxgNaF7_anxrnq48gXOMz8fCIBSO-atqa71HGJdQmWOgcX-f-CSwCVl1erlZHhvicS7F7KzS7aduLKAUSPBz5RIWhQEOrYT_l6Wv3ZH/s1600/IMG_3580.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGZBH_GScGuq3q_H4b8uIZC8THjYeFK_-l9eBu1BxgNaF7_anxrnq48gXOMz8fCIBSO-atqa71HGJdQmWOgcX-f-CSwCVl1erlZHhvicS7F7KzS7aduLKAUSPBz5RIWhQEOrYT_l6Wv3ZH/s320/IMG_3580.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475417207811286034" border="0" /></a>Even me look green =.=
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<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4_5BBqwJ1fJxeys1NUIUciH4spc6hoXAerrq_MVfGKdh6Vnnmj9UhOHh7pH32otQjQvWbpczJMnSuL6Ja1sXaCy_os4PIu9EbsyG5U_TN5wwgWh1SpCTBMMEPzzmZp8wV5sTDrtCBQWte/s1600/IMG_3584.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4_5BBqwJ1fJxeys1NUIUciH4spc6hoXAerrq_MVfGKdh6Vnnmj9UhOHh7pH32otQjQvWbpczJMnSuL6Ja1sXaCy_os4PIu9EbsyG5U_TN5wwgWh1SpCTBMMEPzzmZp8wV5sTDrtCBQWte/s320/IMG_3584.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475417199589230498" border="0" /></a>This bloated frog looks funny. Dunno when the stomach will burst
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<br /><div style="text-align: justify;">In the forest section there are alot of gecko's display (omg even by typing gecko I have goosebumps) I took some of their pictures, but I don't want gecko pictures in my blog so I am not going to post it up *eerie* Then we headed over to the underwater section (obviously la where all the fishes belongs to)
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<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv2PSXCbVswA56JsefvMRHmxe-E6IQTOmvwKCYs3QWYdm_vjl7m2DPyJ-kesbrXQzJT7fzUg3Y_OEtdVDy5eKDtUXBCVhbVtYC4okDxQRi37anwTj89yTenDXTKrWsKiS6HU8be4j1kZTP/s1600/IMG_3595.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv2PSXCbVswA56JsefvMRHmxe-E6IQTOmvwKCYs3QWYdm_vjl7m2DPyJ-kesbrXQzJT7fzUg3Y_OEtdVDy5eKDtUXBCVhbVtYC4okDxQRi37anwTj89yTenDXTKrWsKiS6HU8be4j1kZTP/s320/IMG_3595.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475417216487119938" border="0" /></a>The very big tank of fish
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<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib-GpWJepoPQMSYPA0AZk3CkHOZ6my71XR96UROu-D-l_EuaGlpAGDU6GghdoO6PefcD77qA4vS0QffhRKZAxF3lQcF6lMcCfJ-kF8tciIcnY_fMyldOc4qN81JEA4dTkyMO5SPYikH2s6/s1600/IMG_3617.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib-GpWJepoPQMSYPA0AZk3CkHOZ6my71XR96UROu-D-l_EuaGlpAGDU6GghdoO6PefcD77qA4vS0QffhRKZAxF3lQcF6lMcCfJ-kF8tciIcnY_fMyldOc4qN81JEA4dTkyMO5SPYikH2s6/s320/IMG_3617.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475421978711035634" border="0" /></a>Different type of shark species
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<br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Then we reached the most interesting part of the Aquaria, the tunnel (I think it's call the tunnel la because it looks like a tunnel to me)
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<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0r9S3850aaauAdznafdIkZuLV5-OE5rtH0561AsM-6p0Jm5A4cPUJavkDQj7-jbI4e0HiG-tgvEup-su_xPzCo4BJjMwAg-MEdFKdhrGrkR_K-7woSNFOx4JKb0qN63A0M-vw6TcJqQL7/s1600/IMG_3670.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0r9S3850aaauAdznafdIkZuLV5-OE5rtH0561AsM-6p0Jm5A4cPUJavkDQj7-jbI4e0HiG-tgvEup-su_xPzCo4BJjMwAg-MEdFKdhrGrkR_K-7woSNFOx4JKb0qN63A0M-vw6TcJqQL7/s320/IMG_3670.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475424929425437218" border="0" /></a>Me in the tunnel
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<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDnM7wwvZLD1CyPgFmmErBfRu0TnQDUplQvSSshtGvVRLpjzIEbmuQwrvzxs97xJb0Kq1cZpwKt82NnnkyGRK1XPnB2R5Gi2fHRgQtZdd0PhwEY-zQmQGurxh3O8AbUhgYQoJfsuW9xTNX/s1600/IMG_3671.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDnM7wwvZLD1CyPgFmmErBfRu0TnQDUplQvSSshtGvVRLpjzIEbmuQwrvzxs97xJb0Kq1cZpwKt82NnnkyGRK1XPnB2R5Gi2fHRgQtZdd0PhwEY-zQmQGurxh3O8AbUhgYQoJfsuW9xTNX/s320/IMG_3671.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475424939558236898" border="0" /></a>The bf is so cute here
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<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0lvf-n8_kS_RybF4avhzO7a0LNnYU-WqbZjteV9eE4Vy7W6knyydcWE0095EZNIaMoo1T_tTGqQkf21r0njNdMPjEwNd4lje-gAjb_5zq7YXzM8EPu4hFpo7vsmp4RaW-tUBqr2UJtWdQ/s1600/IMG_3644.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0lvf-n8_kS_RybF4avhzO7a0LNnYU-WqbZjteV9eE4Vy7W6knyydcWE0095EZNIaMoo1T_tTGqQkf21r0njNdMPjEwNd4lje-gAjb_5zq7YXzM8EPu4hFpo7vsmp4RaW-tUBqr2UJtWdQ/s320/IMG_3644.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475422013080985266" border="0" /></a>The main attraction in the tunnel - the sharks
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<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwk47GZtXtEg5LK4Q9oFaxeXMfLoz4JtNeZi7E2djD8FzWkyhJwDBp9T8pirNpBsrJQbMVuGMotrAkcKnirMKXLnw3JNqaLsl5eVyJ3dINgL6cRPGQgWrbCUlDxo0hGuuj-aBzkCEEmUsN/s1600/IMG_3638.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwk47GZtXtEg5LK4Q9oFaxeXMfLoz4JtNeZi7E2djD8FzWkyhJwDBp9T8pirNpBsrJQbMVuGMotrAkcKnirMKXLnw3JNqaLsl5eVyJ3dINgL6cRPGQgWrbCUlDxo0hGuuj-aBzkCEEmUsN/s320/IMG_3638.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475422006105776114" border="0" /></a>This shark doesn't move at all even when we approach it
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<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMN_ejA2rDITbnJ3aVKNmjLJUwEhnFf7_DOYSh85Kavk7ZC3c3F9dBbLA4IcktNWSxdrNg7eGTE9_2GvKKR5EgnKiSFI7SfJClZSPzkGnuzuxpOnj12gt0AV29WezBDIlBdQsRF0hgDUBO/s1600/IMG_3627.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMN_ejA2rDITbnJ3aVKNmjLJUwEhnFf7_DOYSh85Kavk7ZC3c3F9dBbLA4IcktNWSxdrNg7eGTE9_2GvKKR5EgnKiSFI7SfJClZSPzkGnuzuxpOnj12gt0AV29WezBDIlBdQsRF0hgDUBO/s320/IMG_3627.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475421989311570482" border="0" /></a>The bf communicating with the shark
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<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSETbZ_3tKJg9aZNFDLijjggyRtaG7cFQp4dqz1rojZEFm2KKyEhebeVYjiaTTmezcxKXs6Tnunrb8_ZtQR43Q4eShlKAJtMarynzePWAF4yp9fr_-_j0qA-Red5g7-AxQxNfHfxpUJSur/s1600/IMG_3636.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSETbZ_3tKJg9aZNFDLijjggyRtaG7cFQp4dqz1rojZEFm2KKyEhebeVYjiaTTmezcxKXs6Tnunrb8_ZtQR43Q4eShlKAJtMarynzePWAF4yp9fr_-_j0qA-Red5g7-AxQxNfHfxpUJSur/s320/IMG_3636.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475422000409220930" border="0" /></a>The big big stingray
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<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhsNcRlJo7eMs7gxuqzt_pssq3lg3uYNGniqgrVUuxqS4LAB079XSGHCJCnMTx2wHrO_lkhUHpMAXYUHmjK3rivbGzskNDHn9q-YXyl_wQBk-o_oW4YAQLvtTjStkkSow-d_CrD5EHifSt/s1600/IMG_3662.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 252px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhsNcRlJo7eMs7gxuqzt_pssq3lg3uYNGniqgrVUuxqS4LAB079XSGHCJCnMTx2wHrO_lkhUHpMAXYUHmjK3rivbGzskNDHn9q-YXyl_wQBk-o_oW4YAQLvtTjStkkSow-d_CrD5EHifSt/s320/IMG_3662.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475424903554090082" border="0" /></a>Em, I don't know what kind of fish is this. I took the picture because it looks funny
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<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB48CwcGz-bgWaeNEaqiblMtkTGqijSI-3MitxBlcencAVpUZW8bmW8SwLasZdzjI31VKwsk21XoeLc-p_9T4so344YWMyz9i5Cq-NDBs1icceBJdm1v37PIGk8tutTPBVoKhYMu9aUHit/s1600/IMG_3672.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB48CwcGz-bgWaeNEaqiblMtkTGqijSI-3MitxBlcencAVpUZW8bmW8SwLasZdzjI31VKwsk21XoeLc-p_9T4so344YWMyz9i5Cq-NDBs1icceBJdm1v37PIGk8tutTPBVoKhYMu9aUHit/s320/IMG_3672.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475584687713286274" border="0" /></a>Scary leh (by this moment I already don't care and just on the flash of my camera)
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<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpxpBBoHLC5oMOs_R_WYogi5_g6cgG5QtdWuqqnArqkCkjklGpoIu4pycOIaH9qwzsyQYeVmjvnNA_HK5eyfMqc6ih2lvyJsNB1-Ob7itSoTQ8FD3Tx8YGCtoX6S2-vtNOvJIHgeICwjdz/s1600/IMG_3678.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpxpBBoHLC5oMOs_R_WYogi5_g6cgG5QtdWuqqnArqkCkjklGpoIu4pycOIaH9qwzsyQYeVmjvnNA_HK5eyfMqc6ih2lvyJsNB1-Ob7itSoTQ8FD3Tx8YGCtoX6S2-vtNOvJIHgeICwjdz/s320/IMG_3678.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475586561804648050" border="0" /></a>Shark belly
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<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigZg9hv8M2lRe5vAOZwkwZnDbbJ94CxCaBXG6tM9PAhs5Ip803YBWkD0hqwIPgfdvkWEqncTVsw7s94ofxE3qf8RhWd1EW6y_tJX_ShBs7ebUC2XxJxfDsXv-a-QXjciVXx600s2iPYzbZ/s1600/IMG_3652.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigZg9hv8M2lRe5vAOZwkwZnDbbJ94CxCaBXG6tM9PAhs5Ip803YBWkD0hqwIPgfdvkWEqncTVsw7s94ofxE3qf8RhWd1EW6y_tJX_ShBs7ebUC2XxJxfDsXv-a-QXjciVXx600s2iPYzbZ/s320/IMG_3652.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475584661245693490" border="0" /></a>Manage to catch a picture with the performing diver
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<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyW49Su6I32OLTBpQzr7r42AW7hl78WGBcFBU9SEj-k-X0RnUuoQSZKiIqXYDcVPojLI2jwXVHfoGOjSbgcHEU82YWk-cXxEKgewCNv6YcR1GmIUPNzOnMP9vIJBepvJkR6mhaxX4wO5yz/s1600/IMG_3680.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyW49Su6I32OLTBpQzr7r42AW7hl78WGBcFBU9SEj-k-X0RnUuoQSZKiIqXYDcVPojLI2jwXVHfoGOjSbgcHEU82YWk-cXxEKgewCNv6YcR1GmIUPNzOnMP9vIJBepvJkR6mhaxX4wO5yz/s320/IMG_3680.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475586571219039698" border="0" /></a>Bf: wah..u see..
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<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisz7OihRJ0kyYe5eOT387J8G50Iu-VhiHaKLJcpTiI6_nVDTQtcJX5Eb06gklKDfCzAZQRmxrQnJdwAr75v9f5D1MPmDtXy919Z6HhKzCzsS6n3tg-hOIcWvJgQ5QtS6vfBkG96mvRTsRG/s1600/IMG_3682.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisz7OihRJ0kyYe5eOT387J8G50Iu-VhiHaKLJcpTiI6_nVDTQtcJX5Eb06gklKDfCzAZQRmxrQnJdwAr75v9f5D1MPmDtXy919Z6HhKzCzsS6n3tg-hOIcWvJgQ5QtS6vfBkG96mvRTsRG/s320/IMG_3682.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475586577647244322" border="0" /></a>Me: EEE..CUTE-NYERR
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<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtsTZhSX2entCpkX1RCCnYIgr5GcCfxTQ49egIAs1LBpN711hFauL21kPsAKHCb8tyHHjGPg1d8j6GXZrc706eRqbtdNex3z96oGCscmIp8GaJPdpm5y9IW_20zbvMDkQZHY4xlcJGrSzn/s1600/IMG_3697.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtsTZhSX2entCpkX1RCCnYIgr5GcCfxTQ49egIAs1LBpN711hFauL21kPsAKHCb8tyHHjGPg1d8j6GXZrc706eRqbtdNex3z96oGCscmIp8GaJPdpm5y9IW_20zbvMDkQZHY4xlcJGrSzn/s320/IMG_3697.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475586591093547394" border="0" /></a>The sunlight shone through the shark
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<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuR_-Zih3CncYLIQNEptlsS-IV-bJ31ca6NRMHaBISjfH5M6QFDkp-HP1v49RZgvxEBKV-SBpZkOI9WhrxjPn5TQ4royv_p0wgMHo9lkUV8il_Wws28zjwibiOoEoyOqiIxN9kJd_DHMIv/s1600/IMG_3693.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuR_-Zih3CncYLIQNEptlsS-IV-bJ31ca6NRMHaBISjfH5M6QFDkp-HP1v49RZgvxEBKV-SBpZkOI9WhrxjPn5TQ4royv_p0wgMHo9lkUV8il_Wws28zjwibiOoEoyOqiIxN9kJd_DHMIv/s320/IMG_3693.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475586585916615970" border="0" /></a>Bf is having time transition to another world - the underwater world
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<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWBDoC4ZxSWJnD9Pne9EGaoZpn6D1XNfJj_X8RoxVRZTKITrB-DhaDTSi8wAkf8ImzpHU6xNwI_EyI0noLs0AgEKYisSKTVKylg49xIPriinbSHAbZxJOlsw8f0noG67PTMRk5mnyMBz0u/s1600/IMG_3667.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWBDoC4ZxSWJnD9Pne9EGaoZpn6D1XNfJj_X8RoxVRZTKITrB-DhaDTSi8wAkf8ImzpHU6xNwI_EyI0noLs0AgEKYisSKTVKylg49xIPriinbSHAbZxJOlsw8f0noG67PTMRk5mnyMBz0u/s320/IMG_3667.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475584680938599218" border="0" /></a>The fish is absolutely not that big only
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<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCG3vr554PXy_JaWQSgUE4gq08KwsFYx3i1ykmsQM1NtKaOeiC1DyJeEVOkWgmlr25iCoj69xTUI7gIiXDVRPpbnzsQX0fWzV55_OGq1FQkJOPjtFsApqtcNfxL6VqKAp-bHu65tdqJsD2/s1600/IMG_3647.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCG3vr554PXy_JaWQSgUE4gq08KwsFYx3i1ykmsQM1NtKaOeiC1DyJeEVOkWgmlr25iCoj69xTUI7gIiXDVRPpbnzsQX0fWzV55_OGq1FQkJOPjtFsApqtcNfxL6VqKAp-bHu65tdqJsD2/s320/IMG_3647.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475424910367877010" border="0" /></a>Taken when we're outside the tunnel
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<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE3K65a0vcYBm1EAttaxNN0jNA5hiLo9JQPn_VI6W60WTr5zlslgNJ1wTjTqoD2vPORh3dUvRvCQTU1w8vT6Wy7HGvehgAcGY7ShSbiQ6ctakf4qvKsb_fzeYYneIbN7GlX7c0-lvSz8NN/s1600/IMG_3648.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE3K65a0vcYBm1EAttaxNN0jNA5hiLo9JQPn_VI6W60WTr5zlslgNJ1wTjTqoD2vPORh3dUvRvCQTU1w8vT6Wy7HGvehgAcGY7ShSbiQ6ctakf4qvKsb_fzeYYneIbN7GlX7c0-lvSz8NN/s320/IMG_3648.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475424926242135490" border="0" /></a>The diver is cleaning up the sand inside the tunnel
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<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg85ibcZBxXmbduwQKwsShDQaQFqid4SFZoyn6vcKgH8ydrtwNSzKFlExWjVXiofmn8gHe3mEpnt4UYVnVnSGwZqRQoLbI6wLc_ctwyHiH6_U77L9SIdkztHFhNefTTZXIHqvkUQUbMdU9F/s1600/IMG_3666.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg85ibcZBxXmbduwQKwsShDQaQFqid4SFZoyn6vcKgH8ydrtwNSzKFlExWjVXiofmn8gHe3mEpnt4UYVnVnSGwZqRQoLbI6wLc_ctwyHiH6_U77L9SIdkztHFhNefTTZXIHqvkUQUbMdU9F/s320/IMG_3666.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475584673730232418" border="0" /></a>Lazy shark
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<br /><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Okay this is the 3rd time I edit this post and I am gonna to post it today! TODAY! No matter what happened. Hence I think the following will be bombarded by all the pictures as I guess I had already forgotten about the trip.
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<br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGVFXjFUTpE8Lrh60o7b8a8roXnTTmbYnYZ7fVF9t2TSTPpjZXuuKkoLOBQVlIf4OJdr2fSdH4OzaD-JKzUzsJCM77fSCl127uL1PJ5kiXH589SC38cZA6QgrBWM8KVhil8TwrR-T4q3BX/s1600/IMG_3734+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGVFXjFUTpE8Lrh60o7b8a8roXnTTmbYnYZ7fVF9t2TSTPpjZXuuKkoLOBQVlIf4OJdr2fSdH4OzaD-JKzUzsJCM77fSCl127uL1PJ5kiXH589SC38cZA6QgrBWM8KVhil8TwrR-T4q3BX/s320/IMG_3734+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475616220889956450" border="0" /></a>The only clear picture of both of us
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<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg50bFUv6_0axQNKsSJ_Z2dRUAtnJal0nSUF9T7sZeHFonroQTOekIkDWqi2e22QfkoM1e9hPyEzB_isf-kYTyxQfawH6AiJaOTDvhfV6IGSDatlGZcEBu-iA7fy-liys0FwMbsiUzBWLue/s1600/IMG_3741.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg50bFUv6_0axQNKsSJ_Z2dRUAtnJal0nSUF9T7sZeHFonroQTOekIkDWqi2e22QfkoM1e9hPyEzB_isf-kYTyxQfawH6AiJaOTDvhfV6IGSDatlGZcEBu-iA7fy-liys0FwMbsiUzBWLue/s320/IMG_3741.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475616230892459698" border="0" /></a>Weird looking fish
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<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy09vkK2za2XI7YFQR61GB6fNMw0ButlxJNMu0jD_9QGeBGBqWN4Zv0KcMKyMfFEqOteUdyPaOIVMQr5aalRWc7ppN1byAJxe7PcJmuJalztEAYkpjTnhuGCWUg3R8TNdh3Saz9e9_CcKN/s1600/IMG_3746.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy09vkK2za2XI7YFQR61GB6fNMw0ButlxJNMu0jD_9QGeBGBqWN4Zv0KcMKyMfFEqOteUdyPaOIVMQr5aalRWc7ppN1byAJxe7PcJmuJalztEAYkpjTnhuGCWUg3R8TNdh3Saz9e9_CcKN/s320/IMG_3746.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475616238221610658" border="0" /></a>Forgot what is this called
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<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMaVBkRxnP5ejU4gdkJrPti1G22xrK7iMCJKPZfvRTOSsB9EwQ79LuSEBv7oH4DR2nBBNd9DeKIctb6Ta7AnQ17GGRHvdAOSQn8DbXCVnRt39MPzag-Pf7jvtj22pBIuvbbfwcFFy2T3O1/s1600/IMG_3768.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMaVBkRxnP5ejU4gdkJrPti1G22xrK7iMCJKPZfvRTOSsB9EwQ79LuSEBv7oH4DR2nBBNd9DeKIctb6Ta7AnQ17GGRHvdAOSQn8DbXCVnRt39MPzag-Pf7jvtj22pBIuvbbfwcFFy2T3O1/s320/IMG_3768.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475616246616588034" border="0" /></a>Bf looking at the big Araipama fish
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<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggU0uC_DTpoK60vK55c_B0UkQ1twJi2t9kQl5mWcmekHR8NzJm6cbP1AhCjy8pVCO4L7AgSgSv1wIb5eAwF4erlw_CzbocJ_Y_UGlqDHrMAgPJSGOUHisB1OcRikhqk8MfvQfrykjwTyhy/s1600/IMG_3788.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggU0uC_DTpoK60vK55c_B0UkQ1twJi2t9kQl5mWcmekHR8NzJm6cbP1AhCjy8pVCO4L7AgSgSv1wIb5eAwF4erlw_CzbocJ_Y_UGlqDHrMAgPJSGOUHisB1OcRikhqk8MfvQfrykjwTyhy/s320/IMG_3788.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475616256980316546" border="0" /></a>The end.
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<br /><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">We were so giam we go through the tunnel for like 4 times only we get out from the Aquaria, because the tunnel is the only exciting place. After that we head over to PC Fair and I bought a set of white speaker (because the speaker for my laptop is too laoya), one USB Hub (which cost me my broadband stick =.= My broadband spoilt after put into that USB and need to send for warranty) and one laptop sticker for future use.
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<br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Then watched Clash of the Titans and headed over to Manhattan Fish Market for dinner.
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<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2n6ruhkfMmRdTfEZTQQ2OGibppq8fcJMAc-jHNO7J1bn3JyM2VpKAfH11bSMhnQnyGlPIHEd46pQ5Q2zJSAorg7PzjiXt1FjJjSZ37l9cwrTvXfhTcfpnZhoULCFm1EuqRdTk4ZaU-AEX/s1600/IMG_3803.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2n6ruhkfMmRdTfEZTQQ2OGibppq8fcJMAc-jHNO7J1bn3JyM2VpKAfH11bSMhnQnyGlPIHEd46pQ5Q2zJSAorg7PzjiXt1FjJjSZ37l9cwrTvXfhTcfpnZhoULCFm1EuqRdTk4ZaU-AEX/s320/IMG_3803.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480702810763512226" border="0" /></a>Strictly for sharing wor~we can't even finish half of it
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<br /><div style="text-align: left;">That ends my day.
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<br /><div style="text-align: right;">xoxo,
<br />esineDenise <3></div></div></div></div></div></div>*esineDenise*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-90535709094469409372010-04-12T00:03:00.000-07:002010-04-12T02:11:03.879-07:00A little boy name Ah Kang7 years ago, a little boy was born and his parents named him Kang Kang (means healthy is Chinese) hoping that he will live healthily forever. Kang Kang was born with the Down Syndrome disease but his parents never feel sad or unhappy about it. They accepted the fact that their son is disabled, and raised him like how every parents raised their children.<br /><br />Kang Kang had problems with walking, because he is not born like a normal person. He needs to wear a special made shoe to restructure the bone of his ankle, but every time his mummy fits in the shoe, Kang Kang will throw tantrums because the shoe makes him feel painful every time he tried to learn to walk.<br /><br />Kang Kang also learned things slowly, slower than other normal children. But he is clever in giving hand signs to express what he wants. Kang Kang likes to watch cartoon like every other normal children. He likes to watch Doraemon and every time when his parents brought him for travel, they will bring along a portable DVD player for him to watch the cartoon that he likes.<br /><br />Few years after he was born, Kang Kang was diagnosed with a type of blood cancer. He needs to undergo a series of chemotherapy which had caused him to become very, very, very weak. He survived the series chemo treatment, but the treatment had caused him to lost all his immune system. Ever since, Kang Kang will get sick easily and everytime he is sick he needs to go to the hospital to stay for a few days. Hence, Kang Kang cannot go to crowded places, or anyone who is sick cannot go near him because his immune system is very low and he will get sick easily.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJABL2X5_skPzByXIK8P28lXdOFp-hwZG-5oYXnbMAEN9g7NoNrmf4cv7T5zC-4PkHAe9YLMg7OeIKEHodGUUputA9sRLn2z76H613v9_DX913BLucVLEwbQnRemdjfMnzDvFCLx_xlx6k/s1600/4013238_big.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 204px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJABL2X5_skPzByXIK8P28lXdOFp-hwZG-5oYXnbMAEN9g7NoNrmf4cv7T5zC-4PkHAe9YLMg7OeIKEHodGUUputA9sRLn2z76H613v9_DX913BLucVLEwbQnRemdjfMnzDvFCLx_xlx6k/s320/4013238_big.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459172829921291442" border="0" /></a><br />Every week, Kang Kang needs to go to the hospital to clear the tube which is attached to his body. His mother will drive him to the hospital, sit patiently while waiting for the doctors and nurses to clear the tube which is full with Kang Kang's phlegm. Last 2 weeks, Kang Kang had fever and his mother drove him to the hospital as usual for treatment. The next day, doctor admitted Kang Kang to the ICU because he is diagnosed with lung infection. His mother could not accept the fact that his son is in a very serious condition, because all this while she thought it is just a normal fever that his son is having.<br /><br />Doctor told the parents that Kang Kang will not recover anymore. The infection is too serious that he needs breathing support because he cannot breath properly by himself anymore. The father had accepted the fact that his son will not follow him go home anymore, but the mother still could not accept the fact.<br /><br />After 12 days in the ICU, Kang Kang finally left the world. He left behind the all the sufferings and continue his journey to the other side of the world. He will not anymore be binded with the tubes on his body, all the constant journeys to the hospitals, all the machines connected to his body and most of all the pain he suffered throughout his life. He actually smiled before he left the world.<br /><br />Kang Kang, may you rest in peace. Your daddy, mummy, gor gor, jie jie and many other gor gors and jie jies will miss you. There will be lots of fairies and angels playing with you up there, and you will not suffer from any pain anymore. You will always, always, always be in our mind. Love you.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii7NsLK6kEoVaH-JFMXINXWgLtuii3Kbk7Hnd0HF13oBJfSB8NW8ACTMSOeBXdi23OORzfKq9xeLnpDEAYZHmxmcy49TiUPlt99daduDlp73iaYgbBgKV4T78x5mzu3VIUFi8kmut8tMHz/s1600/Little_baby_angel.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 304px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii7NsLK6kEoVaH-JFMXINXWgLtuii3Kbk7Hnd0HF13oBJfSB8NW8ACTMSOeBXdi23OORzfKq9xeLnpDEAYZHmxmcy49TiUPlt99daduDlp73iaYgbBgKV4T78x5mzu3VIUFi8kmut8tMHz/s320/Little_baby_angel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459175394417683730" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">*This post is dedicated to a little cousin brother of mine who passed away on 10th April 2010</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><br />Love,<br />esineDenise <3></div>*esineDenise*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-24441622446126660132010-04-07T08:37:00.000-07:002010-04-08T07:31:34.634-07:00Snippets of the Month of MarchIt's been a month since the last time I blogged. Yes, I am quite busy with my studies. Masters is not easy-lah ok. Damn lot of work to do and damn stress, but I will leave the story for next post. I just finished my last presentation yesterday, so now I am in-officially free, hmm.. because I stil have exam next month.<br /><br />Okay, I will just post up some pictures about what I had been doing for the past one month :)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Me, Boon and FaiFai gathered in BTS for BBQ Plaza session (as usual, our favourite). After the lunch, FaiFai needs to rush back because he is going to attend a wedding dinner, so only left me and Boon and it's still a long time to go to catch our bus back to our hometown. We were too exhausted to walk around, hence we stop by at Sweet Chat because I wanna try out their Durian PanCake.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-Ayz736vwGoNy9DTxSuaAnVREaTCx-RtBxVxuXINHjsmtnlK5c1_pWNQqslpSphiz3naccK9TbmXzqH5V6UwLumLFoWaa4laQFLf9_uaMgUc34rJbKFQWuHh3Jv-F1GOxMz1sqFu_Rg2L/s1600/07032010794.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-Ayz736vwGoNy9DTxSuaAnVREaTCx-RtBxVxuXINHjsmtnlK5c1_pWNQqslpSphiz3naccK9TbmXzqH5V6UwLumLFoWaa4laQFLf9_uaMgUc34rJbKFQWuHh3Jv-F1GOxMz1sqFu_Rg2L/s320/07032010794.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457634128901943058" border="0" /></a>1*Durian PanCake@Sweet Chat, Berjaya Times Square<br />RM 6.90<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">It taste delicious! We can even taste the Durian in the pancake! But I guess at the price for just 3 piece is quite expensive. Then we tried out their ABC.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggXR9NShGrFwLvzRuDdFetHMqqtRGn5CzS5Ri308Ugl0xI1ybXZhvyJEnM6Y5kzEMH3_0JrtlpFaRRGOlqfnJaLZOns6wHxjCtKSvdwLIe_5owjIh0U-d8jlvLuRbRjhbkY_p0CXxh-Lue/s1600/07032010795.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggXR9NShGrFwLvzRuDdFetHMqqtRGn5CzS5Ri308Ugl0xI1ybXZhvyJEnM6Y5kzEMH3_0JrtlpFaRRGOlqfnJaLZOns6wHxjCtKSvdwLIe_5owjIh0U-d8jlvLuRbRjhbkY_p0CXxh-Lue/s320/07032010795.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457636029406939490" border="0" /></a>2*Jackfruit and Sago ABC<br />RM 5.90<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">This is also nice, with the thin slices of jackfruit and the crunchy sago. Will definitely try it again next time!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">March is a very sad month for me, because Grandpa was admitted to the hospital due to high fever. He stayed in Hospital Tanjung Karang for a whole week. I visited him twice, and felt sad looking at his sunken cheekbone and body. While we were waiting for mom, I captured some so-call scenery pictures.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCaZTLhRb3sGK01SRQL1Su9e4miYGE0CXmfumgbmLEnHuWUTCQVujcDYIQY4RZZnnGovWczN8zHYzR3OWgNbgjg_akUHIRhhCuR3sxgDZ_DOnwX2rrhUAZoHaAv-HCG8Kn5_Ohv5J2w8ND/s1600/10032010823.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCaZTLhRb3sGK01SRQL1Su9e4miYGE0CXmfumgbmLEnHuWUTCQVujcDYIQY4RZZnnGovWczN8zHYzR3OWgNbgjg_akUHIRhhCuR3sxgDZ_DOnwX2rrhUAZoHaAv-HCG8Kn5_Ohv5J2w8ND/s320/10032010823.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457647478933627762" border="0" /></a>3*<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhofwe4HqvFoCJCfGRbSzohYPnMAW5LZaYDvVZgnZLc4sNcWmC_soX8CuJq6QZo9sPot-a6z6lpvifdI8vQkmlcU8k3sTVvTr6G5ObBkBiKlfac04HcAt4hMCaZ4jXvCIweGRUkUvJ84xVh/s1600/10032010821.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhofwe4HqvFoCJCfGRbSzohYPnMAW5LZaYDvVZgnZLc4sNcWmC_soX8CuJq6QZo9sPot-a6z6lpvifdI8vQkmlcU8k3sTVvTr6G5ObBkBiKlfac04HcAt4hMCaZ4jXvCIweGRUkUvJ84xVh/s320/10032010821.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457647465902885890" border="0" /></a>4*Sunset<br /><br /></div></div></div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk78WzlwbWqE4NyXPu-m7gp14QY95Pu3EF6Gjpv0RuXFZFUA_Aag_fghz3WTUMDE4yBNfcqjzM2p-3inDKXDAVS-1dARaiMkqmyHnYLD1-n-QEdNfyRfjuZZclwLXgFWzOtwpeDz0WCWRG/s1600/10032010822.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk78WzlwbWqE4NyXPu-m7gp14QY95Pu3EF6Gjpv0RuXFZFUA_Aag_fghz3WTUMDE4yBNfcqjzM2p-3inDKXDAVS-1dARaiMkqmyHnYLD1-n-QEdNfyRfjuZZclwLXgFWzOtwpeDz0WCWRG/s320/10032010822.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457647476954524002" border="0" /></a>5*Bro & Sis<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL6kQ3xK20hqXo-FaBsnqlfq28ZDyvghLUUVBt497IK2TtFdby1IAkdJx9fMmfirqN9rabgEIBarbeDN4K4Fdut8Xrllszucf3gSKzRZsYfWH2os9Za9Q5HR7Hi4e2qv_UPY57nqz0Xj5i/s1600/10032010829.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL6kQ3xK20hqXo-FaBsnqlfq28ZDyvghLUUVBt497IK2TtFdby1IAkdJx9fMmfirqN9rabgEIBarbeDN4K4Fdut8Xrllszucf3gSKzRZsYfWH2os9Za9Q5HR7Hi4e2qv_UPY57nqz0Xj5i/s320/10032010829.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457647492114192402" border="0" /></a>6*<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Dear came down from Malacca to help me carry the printer I bought from Low Yat. I had too many things to print and I just can't afford to climb all the way up the hills here just to print my assignment, presentation slides, bla bla bla, hence I decided to buy a printer. We stopped at Nando's at Jaya One for dinner before heading home.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHerE7QxJF_-YA_qm1pAajXYsokqZ2hsEtAF942esg5EsnVNjA80vzOPoSQPAPMT8ZW-9iP21KOJG89Pgh2UxmevjpF_9NwjDLP9xl82Vm4hKd0Mbz1SJBa96vYyEmLSr86wJdet2zkgNQ/s1600/12032010833.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHerE7QxJF_-YA_qm1pAajXYsokqZ2hsEtAF942esg5EsnVNjA80vzOPoSQPAPMT8ZW-9iP21KOJG89Pgh2UxmevjpF_9NwjDLP9xl82Vm4hKd0Mbz1SJBa96vYyEmLSr86wJdet2zkgNQ/s320/12032010833.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457636026142300722" border="0" /></a>7*The view from where I sit<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh0ZmFnNF6ktfT-u0lWv3R3MbdrqvT3TjacHTE0HRiJ2Oprj0u2Wkx2FfBUD9hiQkn8noti0r_Y28NNmW2SJddUCop5eBpa6jFoS9ubmR0PtsmvdMopPWkP0im-TDy0l-pgAxmLLFTqjrC/s1600/12032010835.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh0ZmFnNF6ktfT-u0lWv3R3MbdrqvT3TjacHTE0HRiJ2Oprj0u2Wkx2FfBUD9hiQkn8noti0r_Y28NNmW2SJddUCop5eBpa6jFoS9ubmR0PtsmvdMopPWkP0im-TDy0l-pgAxmLLFTqjrC/s320/12032010835.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457664194628986274" border="0" /></a>8*<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihZt-V2Ki5V-tsG0hUkgPUFJkeoqHajtNYsDdK4DzPO_c_jMyvuQbXtNx9ejZ8Wct3rkQ16Ka_aKa89cxI6_fywuHvl93STF8WO4mlOJohh5mQKo5_zhIi63ptvKvWLzjiytOdQR0UXCCK/s1600/12032010839.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihZt-V2Ki5V-tsG0hUkgPUFJkeoqHajtNYsDdK4DzPO_c_jMyvuQbXtNx9ejZ8Wct3rkQ16Ka_aKa89cxI6_fywuHvl93STF8WO4mlOJohh5mQKo5_zhIi63ptvKvWLzjiytOdQR0UXCCK/s320/12032010839.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457664203265835730" border="0" /></a>9*Kuli of the day<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Then, around end of March I head over to Malacca to accompany Dear cause I know he can't live without me. Haha! I even skipped my class because of that. Oh, hope my lecturer won't read this :P One funny thing happened a day before I go to Malacca. The night before that, I set the alarm to wake me up at 8am. During the process, I saw a very unusual symbol right beside the clock, it's actually the Daylight Saving mode. I thought it's nothing, hence I did not check further. The next morning, the alarm rang at 8am and I lazy around the bed for like 15 min only got up and prepare to go and take the bus. When I am brushing my teeth, the sky is not quite bright yet, oh so I thought that maybe it rain yesterday. While I am on my way to bus stop, I take a look at my watch and realized it's not even 8am yet!! I was so confused, and I really don't know which is the right time (my phone and my watch), hence I called Dear and asked him what is the time, and he answered me 740am. Oh syit!!!! At first I still don't believe him, but I realized there's something wrong with the clock of my phone. So, I was an hour early. Damn. No wonder I can't wake up at all. It's all because the stupid daylight saving mode. So I actually woke Dear up at 7 something in the morning, and he keep blamed me after that.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Once I reached, he took me to the newly open Jusco right beside the Tesco which is right beside the bus station.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYJg7ghJbwe8CWtqkNXA_gSyKQe0q5RqYVrQwARuP7g32KqNXhMJT-T5AQUlqUQL73B7dfz-cbg2U52K8tFkXR-R9-mUg-Rv-XiWyF6HUdRA0_5R8XDy1jQrLbo0ao6ki7Cfj1UX8yl40l/s1600/28032010915.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYJg7ghJbwe8CWtqkNXA_gSyKQe0q5RqYVrQwARuP7g32KqNXhMJT-T5AQUlqUQL73B7dfz-cbg2U52K8tFkXR-R9-mUg-Rv-XiWyF6HUdRA0_5R8XDy1jQrLbo0ao6ki7Cfj1UX8yl40l/s320/28032010915.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457664212712928178" border="0" /></a>10*Jusco decorations<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">We headed over to Little Taiwan because Dear wants to have his lunch (I ate McD Breakfast at the bus station while waiting for him because he was late, thinking that I took the 10am bus instead of the 930am bus =.=)<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmmKkTCS0fZiTnb9HcHcj2Du1fFou5O0WUcEMrV_8t_43V9OH_Cnsn_pjMRwR45lgzBU0vJmDAfJDI_TcTg4asE_s3L9-rywAXeyC2jMQXppZ6Luf2APsnlA-yDh27Kfj7ptGPgXEmTRTy/s1600/28032010919.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmmKkTCS0fZiTnb9HcHcj2Du1fFou5O0WUcEMrV_8t_43V9OH_Cnsn_pjMRwR45lgzBU0vJmDAfJDI_TcTg4asE_s3L9-rywAXeyC2jMQXppZ6Luf2APsnlA-yDh27Kfj7ptGPgXEmTRTy/s320/28032010919.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457664225792478210" border="0" /></a>11*Dear's minced chicken rice<br />RM 4.90<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDP95vHRw4_dzxaIwyA47_ILISa6jHjlF0c3KACrmcC1U293FZU_UMaDeYW06LqVHZudzLaOuzZVohh3WN4JFneeff3la8qB3Kw5HVttKPByryL0IArBytJVj91vUa2U4LtYnaDkeDLKtW/s1600/28032010920.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDP95vHRw4_dzxaIwyA47_ILISa6jHjlF0c3KACrmcC1U293FZU_UMaDeYW06LqVHZudzLaOuzZVohh3WN4JFneeff3la8qB3Kw5HVttKPByryL0IArBytJVj91vUa2U4LtYnaDkeDLKtW/s320/28032010920.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457674680294308162" border="0" /></a>12*My all-time favourite Fried Dumpling<br />RM 6.90<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq5BcYoPeRlGb1EPzgOZmJGQjEvbv60BKo_xLaFtN5Z-Plzx_RVVd7bBGaycgOKZytZBjQ9sV7roRVsVikfKYnl9Roc2T31cdQd_HZ9rpDdPnPKsusTpFZKYmXl2Mk8zUviuvYbPMkprDL/s1600/28032010921.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq5BcYoPeRlGb1EPzgOZmJGQjEvbv60BKo_xLaFtN5Z-Plzx_RVVd7bBGaycgOKZytZBjQ9sV7roRVsVikfKYnl9Roc2T31cdQd_HZ9rpDdPnPKsusTpFZKYmXl2Mk8zUviuvYbPMkprDL/s320/28032010921.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457674697603012930" border="0" /><span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"><span class="" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyLeft" title="Align Left" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 10);ButtonMouseDown(this);"></span></span></a>13*Pearl Milk Tea<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">The rice was ok, according to Dear. Little Taiwan has a lot of varieties of food from rice to noodle and even desserts, like what I had ordered. As you can see from the picture, the cup of Pearl Milk Tea is so big and I guess it's suitable for 2 person, if you are not a heavy 'drinker' like me.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Then we started my shopping mission. After a few hours of trying clothes, reading books, trying shoes, we were exhausted and headed over to Old Town for their tea time because I want to try out their tea time set. This is what we ordered:<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSirOl8txwX7AcKanQklm5_zaVN6zCLtVmtJKTaPnUi_JtoiytONZCCyo0ir05bcIcUNM1rHS710Bv7Otzu1gj4Q_I70lBaXI_caUYrHmmNPVYv9KdCbyd1PvQ8_UugJly1a_BSVs_2xhR/s1600/28032010923.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSirOl8txwX7AcKanQklm5_zaVN6zCLtVmtJKTaPnUi_JtoiytONZCCyo0ir05bcIcUNM1rHS710Bv7Otzu1gj4Q_I70lBaXI_caUYrHmmNPVYv9KdCbyd1PvQ8_UugJly1a_BSVs_2xhR/s320/28032010923.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457674712727508226" border="0" /></a>14*My French Fries and Chicken Popcorn together with Teh Tarik<br />RM 5.90<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidCt9zkk41W2-tUphxP9CoXH6I4CK2ke5zy5y07LMVB04TP_g4L5Ar2H8dZHhyphenhyphenTpEyaUDX2l34iWnXDGpqmnrG4av4CXHOiCauglRgNEyNn9nCWxQkAYCEgFPx75dmRMVCyFfSzdd5k2yJ/s1600/28032010924.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidCt9zkk41W2-tUphxP9CoXH6I4CK2ke5zy5y07LMVB04TP_g4L5Ar2H8dZHhyphenhyphenTpEyaUDX2l34iWnXDGpqmnrG4av4CXHOiCauglRgNEyNn9nCWxQkAYCEgFPx75dmRMVCyFfSzdd5k2yJ/s320/28032010924.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457674725200783762" border="0" /></a>15*Dear's Curry Puff with Teh Tarik<br />RM 3.90<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzstD6lV9SPUNIlKf6nwcfCP3iHU5wgIPMYHwmje15LL9zJiZwZvNAFTjCwopr1-rZfF4wqh1A1TQjuxWUvs3QM2yDWGPZ1Izq85YVJsKddR5FW8fsB7lMHAKztQL69n4uuGuIbvyWNs-H/s1600/28032010925.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzstD6lV9SPUNIlKf6nwcfCP3iHU5wgIPMYHwmje15LL9zJiZwZvNAFTjCwopr1-rZfF4wqh1A1TQjuxWUvs3QM2yDWGPZ1Izq85YVJsKddR5FW8fsB7lMHAKztQL69n4uuGuIbvyWNs-H/s320/28032010925.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457674734981663794" border="0" /></a>16*Ooh..SATISFACTION!!!!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">The Teh Tarik was a little bit too sweet for me, but I like their popcorn chicken. It really tastes better than KFC's. Dear said the curry puff is nice too and I think the set is worth the price, but I am still hoping that they could give me an option to change the drink. I am not a fan of Teh Tarik, regardless it is sweet or not.<br /><br />We went back and were too full to have dinner. Hence, we ate the doughnuts and the bakeries we bought from The Baker's Cottage.<br /></div></div></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpD0FSrw6kCPbGHk_SOJfZGn2XpyitTY3esUb6iUGGJeUnqZuWHIFWIRSRtXQRaUNrqkmic5I7Db5Mr984Hwvruuh4suhQ9rjNTMLbr_DnXGQMSXKWK6JWOrFj8C7DABRaTMrwio6QlfOn/s1600/28032010926.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpD0FSrw6kCPbGHk_SOJfZGn2XpyitTY3esUb6iUGGJeUnqZuWHIFWIRSRtXQRaUNrqkmic5I7Db5Mr984Hwvruuh4suhQ9rjNTMLbr_DnXGQMSXKWK6JWOrFj8C7DABRaTMrwio6QlfOn/s320/28032010926.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457684885868386866" border="0" /></a></div>17*Bakeries from The Baker's Cottage<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeUynfMKaaF0QRF2T-VemI33aw4N983fGTGn5ZjpSqUW61bytEZeike_i1aj87c3ztH6M2R5A5U_Ba7dYOtbIYIkFtkS8N6SZLCz_-B0iEiHwhmI3gwN5fnalkW9soOtH8e2DxdNwDM3Tl/s1600/28032010942.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeUynfMKaaF0QRF2T-VemI33aw4N983fGTGn5ZjpSqUW61bytEZeike_i1aj87c3ztH6M2R5A5U_Ba7dYOtbIYIkFtkS8N6SZLCz_-B0iEiHwhmI3gwN5fnalkW9soOtH8e2DxdNwDM3Tl/s320/28032010942.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457684897726844274" border="0" /></a>18*JCo Doughnuts<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Well, nothing much to do in Malacca, lazying around at home, fight with Dear, eat and sleep. I skipped the Wednesday class, so I came back to KL on Thursday morning.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1R17yj8gKa9TL3C_NKMAQQ_CIGpw8uRMy1PczHJQbY80k5jYfOgSPlxPySXYWd-LpcFJVt5rT75EwU0xQq83k6HPNF2gGvwruEjvvPtlh7h801yAP4QlZ1RY5x6oszNbW-sydkgSX2wHJ/s1600/30032010948.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1R17yj8gKa9TL3C_NKMAQQ_CIGpw8uRMy1PczHJQbY80k5jYfOgSPlxPySXYWd-LpcFJVt5rT75EwU0xQq83k6HPNF2gGvwruEjvvPtlh7h801yAP4QlZ1RY5x6oszNbW-sydkgSX2wHJ/s320/30032010948.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457689234060411250" border="0" /></a>19*<br />One of the breakfast I ate. Dear 'tapao-ed' it for me and added extra fried wantan!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMBi8BNWiWA7JasI2461FY7LnJaQnBpXRqdvizFmvS0G6_xr-RhbgBcZq5yDkhV1UgqEjGtP1ULuE2tBsPGFcStHnj5HORp4A0onkoXS3A2PzfvLFm_SyyL_4wPqTKh7dDTeDPi6GzaIVt/s1600/01042010952.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMBi8BNWiWA7JasI2461FY7LnJaQnBpXRqdvizFmvS0G6_xr-RhbgBcZq5yDkhV1UgqEjGtP1ULuE2tBsPGFcStHnj5HORp4A0onkoXS3A2PzfvLFm_SyyL_4wPqTKh7dDTeDPi6GzaIVt/s320/01042010952.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457634109680824450" border="0" /></a>20*<br />This is one of the sweetest thing Dear did. He sneaked this Twiggies pack into my bag without I realizing it because he afraid that I will get hungry in the bus. I only know about this when the bus is already on the way to KL<br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">One of the weeks I went back to Grandpa house and it was raining heavily! The rain just pour ed without any sign. Since I was too free I thought that I might test the camera of my phone by taking a picture of the heavy rain. Proven failed :P<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFG9h4Qlao8qqMieRIqp4qjOE8jPIwpESagL6k_hkB3In6heSKlb9FymVIkkC6YahVSSF7Qqqg9hft2Aot1Z7IW6bH4Inga6kRtkCMPFskOAyWNztsFbN1Xqw040ls5aK21DvcgGEVPiTy/s1600/03042010978.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFG9h4Qlao8qqMieRIqp4qjOE8jPIwpESagL6k_hkB3In6heSKlb9FymVIkkC6YahVSSF7Qqqg9hft2Aot1Z7IW6bH4Inga6kRtkCMPFskOAyWNztsFbN1Xqw040ls5aK21DvcgGEVPiTy/s320/03042010978.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457634120472624338" border="0" /></a>21*Flood in house<br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Well, there goes the snippets of my life in March. See you in April! (I know it is already April now :P)<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"> xoxo,<br />esineDenise <3></div><br /></div><br /></div></div></div></div></div>*esineDenise*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-11260145903042967232010-03-08T06:20:00.000-08:002010-03-08T06:29:55.411-08:00Emo *_*I am so emo, but I just cant afford to spend time to sit here and type why am I so emo. I have too many things to rush and too little time, and I even dare not go to sleep. I have one due date in 3 days and I am still stuck with the damn assignment. I don't know why am I so de-motivated. I am not like this during my undergrad years. Don't know who to blame, what to blame. Ya, blame myself for procrastinating in everything. Maybe it's because of the people and surroundings around me. I just can't get satisfied with them, and they seems to be the same on me too.<br /><br />Okay, I will get back to my emo post after I finish my work, and I don't know when it's that. I have due dates every week!!!!! Wish me luck, I need it a lot. A LOT.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">xoxo,<br />esineDenise <3<br /></div>*esineDenise*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-48315771406100328832010-03-05T03:31:00.000-08:002010-03-05T03:41:23.137-08:00LibraryOkay, will do a short post before I go bath and continue with my study. Tomorrow got mid-term. Yuks!<br /><br />I actually wanna talk about what I did today. I was planning to go to the library to find for the 2 Acts statute (Company Act 1965 and Partnership Act 1961) for my mid-term tomorrow as I have not purchased the book yet. It's not that I don't want to buy it, I can't find it! Even my classmate Alan, can't find in the UM bookstore. When I reach the library I found out that they don't have Partnership Act. Literally, they have just that when I asked the librarian to check on it only they realized it had been stolen (2 copies) and they don't know about it. So, I helped them to find out their books had been stolen, on my 1st trip to my new uni's library. =.=<br /><br />Hence, I took the bus -> KL Sentral Monorail -> Imbi -> Times Square all the way from PJ to Times Square to find the book in Borders. To my dismay, they do not have Companies Act but only Partnership Act. Oh God. I bought that Partnership Act and took Imbi -> Hang Tuah Monorail -> Hang Tuah LRT -> Masjid Jamek LRT -> Asia Jaya LRT -> Rapid Bus and reached my library again. This time I borrowed their Companies Act. DUH!!!! I really don't know why I susah payah want to get that book =.=<br /><br />Now, I am home typing this post and regretting why I susah payah go al the way to get the book but ended up nothing. Luckily the book have not been borrowed by anyone during my trip to Times Square. If not, I really going to hang myself for all the effort I put through and get nothing.<br /><br />Ok lah, I am late and sleepy and headache and lazy. That's all for now. Tata!<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">xoxo,<br />esineDenise <3<br /></div>*esineDenise*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-46947212581311218062010-01-24T01:58:00.000-08:002010-01-24T02:10:38.539-08:00Ma Class Has Started!!My classes have started. New environment, new people, new way of living my life. Classes are not as horrible as I thought, lecturers are not as scary as I thought, classmates are not as un-friendly as I thought as well! I get to know one pretty and soft-spoken girl, and through out the class she is not as what I had expected. She is a lawyer, been practicing for 4 years.. Whoa? I feel so intimidated sitting next to her. Anyway she is the most friendly one I met so far tho'.<br /><br />Assignments have been given, and it's damn TOUGH! I am suppose to email the lecturer to tell him which company I had chosen, and which presentation question I chose. And the best part is I have not make up my mind!! Argh!! I am only taking 2 subjects this trimester and I already feel like I cannot cope. Duh Duh Duh.<br /><br />Found out that Rebekah is working in Jaya One. Will go and find her for yum cha as soon as possible. Haha. It's not too bad when you know someone you know is around you. Baby went back to his place already. I miss him already even though I just see him this morning. I miss you Baby, when can I see you again? Sobs :(*esineDenise*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-33758063376867806182010-01-19T22:50:00.000-08:002010-01-20T04:17:47.948-08:00The Journey of Finding RoomsI think I could do some blogging right now as I am feeling a rush to explode everything inside me. I am just too tired to keep everything by myself and assumes people to understands me and now it had causes misunderstandings which are hard to avoid and makes me feel sad about it because I feel that no one actually understands what I'm thinking and what I really need. Don't understand? Never mind.<br /><br />I might as well start this post with the story of the course of me finding rooms in Petaling Jaya. I woke up in an early Sunday, took a bus to KL with BF, watched Avatar in Pavilion, had lunch in Pepper Lunch in Pavilion as well, and head off to Taman Paramount LRT to meet my cousin straightaway. There's this one guy I called a few days ago before I headed over to KL. The room was still available, and I had actually booked a time to view the house, and I had double confirmed with him through email telling him that I will go on Sunday. This is important because the house is walking distance from my campus. But on Sunday, we called him an hour before we reached and all he said was <span style="font-style: italic;">"NO MORE!! NO MORE!!"</span>. WTH?? I thought that he might at least have the courtesy to implement the <span style="font-style: italic;">First Come First Serve</span> basis (I know la I never even pay for the deposit he definitely going to rent out the room to whoever reaches before me.) But I told him that I will pay the deposit ON SPOT if I like the room. Anyway it's not his fault la. Business are done like this isn't it? Good deals are always hot. But I still felt that even if he waited for me, and even I decided not to rent his place, he definitely can have other students to rent his place as the new intake is approaching. HUH!<br /><br />Okay, that is just the beginning of the story. Hence that NO MORE NO MORE guy rented out the room, we just have to start from zero again (I actually planned to view the room first and rent it and then I can go home.) Simon drove us and show me where is my campus. It's not as old as I imagined, and it's opposite a very nice and pretty building full of bars and restaurants (there goes my pocket money). Old Town White Coffee, Nando's, Station 1, etc. etc. is just opposite the campus!!!! Then he drove me to the nearest housing area and we start searching for Rooms to Let advertisement. Luckily for us, those owners were kindly enough to stick a paper on their gates with their phone numbers and we don't have to knock one by one asking is there any rooms for rent. Save a lot of our time as we divided the jobs. Christine and Simon will call the left row meanwhile me and BF will call the right row. This is only when the exciting part starts ;)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Story 1</span><br />This is the first house we stopped at and it is the nearest to the campus because it's at the end of the slope. One aunt, age around 50 to 60 answers our call, and came out to greet us. She looks normal to me, on the first impression. The first question she asked is who is going to rent the room. I raised my hand and she explained she only rent to girls. Okay, understood. And then she added: <span style="font-style: italic;">I have one rule in my house. Boys cannot enter this house. If you need anyone to come to repair things or anything, you must inform me first. </span>Okay, understood. When we actually stepped into the porch, I mean me and Christine, she locked the gate and left Simon and BF outside!! I almost laugh out, I know I won't be staying here but I still followed her to the staircase anyway. She actually make a door at the porch for people to go upstairs, and it is chain-locked. The chain is not the normal size chain I used on my dogs. It's 2 to 3 times bigger! We stare at each other and keeps quiet. She showed us the room, a master bedroom with two very old tables in the middle of the room. We talked awhile and we politely excuse ourselves by telling her we will call her later. We hurried to the car and Christine said <span style="font-style: italic;">"This is the kind of old lady who will suddenly quietly goes into your room after 12 pm, and asked you to switch off the lights and sleep"</span>. Wuahahahaha..sounds very scary to me.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Story 2</span><br />After the weird aunty, we proceed to another house. This time it was a young man who greeted us. The first question we asked was how many boys and girls are staying in the house (of course la need to ensure my safety. Okay I know the aunty house is alot safer because boys cannot enter the house :P). He seems to understand what we worried about, and told us that he is actually staying with his wife (Duh, did we asked that?). Okay, understood. Once we stepped inside the house, I felt that I am stepping inside a store room. There's a full set of drum in the living room, a set of old sofas which is full with things, cupboards and aquariums everywhere in the corner of the house which is also full with things. How can a husband and wife, staying in a house can stands all the rubbish? I just can't imagine their life is just in the small room they rented. Eat, sleeps. shits also in the room only (maybe my definition of husband and wife is like my dad and my mom. hahaha). He told us that only the master bedroom is for rent, and the rent is RM380 for 1 people, and RM420 for 2 people (So far, this is the most expensive room compared to others we had surveyed). He is one kind of arrogant guy from the way he speaks. This is what he told us "<span style="font-style: italic;">I know the rent is a bit high, but as you know the intake date is approaching and many are dying to rent a room in this area. You can move in first, and then get someone from your class to move in and share the rent with you. If you can't find anyone, then I guess there's some problem with your attitude</span>". Wtf? Since you don't care whether I rent your room or not why be bothered to serve us? Just sit inside the house and let the students come in and beg you to rent the room to them la. Am I just too lucky to meet so many "interesting" people in one hour?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Story 3</span><br />This story is almost the same as Story 2, but this time it is a woman. A young lady. The impression she gave me when I enter the house is that we had bothered her evening nap. She looks sleepy and talks with no energy. The house is as messy as the house in Story 2, and yes she lives with her husband. We went upstair to see the room, and was surprised that the doorknob is spoiled. Totally spoiled like there is a hole as big as my punch size and the wooden door don't know is because being chopped off or eaten by termites. The rent is normal rate includes water and electricity bill. I asked whether can she fixed the door for me. She said they are very busy, and they could buy the knob for me but I need to replace it myself. What the heck? And I guess she saw my reaction, and she just added "<span style="font-style: italic;">I think this room is not suitable for you</span>". Nemind. Again I asked whether got Internet connection or not. She repeat no facilities included and added "<span style="font-style: italic;">I think this room is not suitable for you</span>". NEMIND! Then I went downstair, and saw there are 2 fridges in the kitchen and water heater in the bathroom. Again I asked can I use it and she reply "<span style="font-style: italic;">No</span>, <span style="font-style: italic;">I think this room is not suitable for you</span>". <span style="font-style: italic;">Walao eh!! </span>Like this do business one meh??<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Story 4</span><br />This house is the most decent house among the houses I visited. It's mosaic-ed and clean. The owner is a woman, staying with her secondary school daughter. Cannot speak Mandarin, but fluent in English and Canto. The room is still occupied by the previous tenant, and the rent is the normal rate, including water and electricity bill. It's much more nicer compared to the previous 3 house. But, when I asked, is there any washing machine she answered "<span style="font-style: italic;">Got la but you have to pay for extra electricity bill la</span>". Okay. I looked around the kitchen, there's a water filter and a hot water machine which I can use. Means no need boil water already. Well, the story for this house is kinda short because this woman is not as fussy as the other 3 tenants.<span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Conclusion<br /></span></span>After the 4 houses, I discussed with those who came with me which one to rent. Obviously I only have 2 choices, the young lady with the spoil door knob and the woman with washing machine. Christine actually prefers the young lady because she is direct and would not hide her emotions and I will have less problems in the future. I personally feels that the house with washing machine is too high on the slope and it's kinda tiring for me to walk up and down the slope. Lazy me. And so I decided to rent the young lady's room, but when I called she told me that the room had already been rent out! What? We was like away for less than 30 minutes and it's rented out!<br /><br />What to do, we went back to the house on the hill. This time, she was nicer than usual. I actually negotiated the amount I needed to pay for the waching machine. At first she said RM 2o, but then I manage to reduce it to RM 1o since I told her I won't be around the house for the whole week. Then she offered me to use the bathroom downstair because there's a water heater! Thank god. So, I paid the deposit, and she is kindly enough to ask me to pay only half month of the rent because I moved in on the mid of the month! Yay!! Oh ya, she also said I can watch Astro together with her if I want to but I cannot on it myself.<br /><br />Well, I guess that concludes the story of my course in finding rooms in PJ. Somehow rather I feel the peoples here are more calculative than those I met in Bukit Jalil. Maybe this is just my perceptions. Maybe all these will change when I am used to them. Maybe? Well.. I guess. Till then..wait for my next post!<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">xoxo,<br />esineDenise <3<br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span>*esineDenise*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-19163325771083556702010-01-09T00:49:00.000-08:002010-01-09T08:29:31.749-08:00I am BACK..for GOOD!After 3 days, from the previous post, I am HERE again. You know I am so sucked up till I need to go and re-read my blog again to see what is the last post I posted<span style="font-style: italic;">. Wuahaha</span>. The last 3 posts were all emo posts. So I think I might as well write something meaningful otherwise this blog will become emo blog. Maybe I will start by breaking up some latest news of myself.<br /><br />1) I got accepted for my MASTERS DEGREE!! After constant emails bombarding to UTAR, I finally got a call from Ms. Kiew (person in-charge) yesterday. They will courier me the offer letter + bill ASAP (intake starting in a week time =.=) because I need to pay my fees to get a student ID. So many things to do and so many things to worry about (Refer #2). So STRESS<br /><br />2) I am worry about where am I going to stay and how many subjects I am going to take this semester. Ms Kiew reminded me so many times that I must at least get a B for all the subjects; or gpa 3.o and above. IF, I say let's say IF I failed to reach 3.0 on this semester, I will be put under probation. During the probation period, IF I failed to pull my gpa up to 3.o again, I will be terminated. <span style="font-style: italic;">Whoah!</span> Got so serious or not<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">? </span></span></span>No give chance :P<br /><br />3) Hmm..what else? Can't find anymore latest news of myself. Okay. Shall start the post with where I stopped. Eh? Where? Wait..Okay, after the Eling's Bash Party.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> ♥<br />♥<br />♥<br />♥<br />♥<br />♥<br />♥<br />♥<br />♥<br />♥<br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br />A few days after the party (I think) I went to KL to collect my degree certificates. AT LAST! This is also after constant bombarding the college admins with phone calls I finally get to collect my cert. I need it to apply for my master's degree ok. Delay so long makes me so late only get to apply then now last minute only know the result.<br /><br />OK I make my story short. I reach KL early in the morning, collect my cert, then rushed to Plaza Rakyat to board the bus to Malacca to meet BF. Then I am spending the whole week with him! Yeah!<br /><br />Once I reached, we headed over to one Indian Restaurant nearby Jonker Street to have their famous Cheese Naan as dinner. Too busy to eat, hence forgot to take pictures. Then we headed over to Dataran Pahlawan as BF's friend wanted to buy a camera. Since we were tired (Me rushing all the way from KL, BF rushed to rent the car right after his exam) we find a place to sit. Saw ZEN (a subsidiary of Secret Recipe), never visited before so we decided to give it a try.<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /></span></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWzdj_LhRAP02fHZDKZo_tooYPaDyFWS-mkQi_H3GvnfnEvVbokhx-Kra_wByIgHo6PJVdCPfWGzRMFq_mYrOVUXzlreqcvFo75D_dOQAnz4RKP5M9HWXRH6hhLADTkRc5CptNXd2GDw5v/s1600-h/IMG_1325.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWzdj_LhRAP02fHZDKZo_tooYPaDyFWS-mkQi_H3GvnfnEvVbokhx-Kra_wByIgHo6PJVdCPfWGzRMFq_mYrOVUXzlreqcvFo75D_dOQAnz4RKP5M9HWXRH6hhLADTkRc5CptNXd2GDw5v/s320/IMG_1325.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424755329614001106" border="0" /></a>ZEN<br />(feels like alot of good energy coming towards me)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggtJTKjZH2B19nxfyil11tO1a5QgMk1ybeAvsJA7tg8mFP03seG1cl-zmSe1j_JOIXcVdFXHwgl7yi9EVa7A96x3iwphBqxdKlgOZvVx7B7gbEbGdedL4vb_COekLTOG3pfyZQr8-VEDSe/s1600-h/IMG_1319+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggtJTKjZH2B19nxfyil11tO1a5QgMk1ybeAvsJA7tg8mFP03seG1cl-zmSe1j_JOIXcVdFXHwgl7yi9EVa7A96x3iwphBqxdKlgOZvVx7B7gbEbGdedL4vb_COekLTOG3pfyZQr8-VEDSe/s320/IMG_1319+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424755324702467666" border="0" /></a>The BF<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9RbUsW4TxtjThSonhKBsaYc1Yw_VmlrEaq69MchGaQFnTExfQlHp_rphuLPu-GgElyMmt9W4_2xOtDkEAr7rKFf9coB_qkGTWd0Bv5FuX3oXIHix_f0ZEFdjl4QvanwCDR2itm4xpzqit/s1600-h/IMG_1321+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9RbUsW4TxtjThSonhKBsaYc1Yw_VmlrEaq69MchGaQFnTExfQlHp_rphuLPu-GgElyMmt9W4_2xOtDkEAr7rKFf9coB_qkGTWd0Bv5FuX3oXIHix_f0ZEFdjl4QvanwCDR2itm4xpzqit/s320/IMG_1321+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424752459161206866" border="0" /></a>Me<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYa_egwZUZP7SgCUlKKvxtMdZOElKu9cnbEXqSvGf2bJR-rv6vmO5BX1xBXfyTQ6QVOmiLqCnV9DJAGJlpQI5zMkAN5L4IFuWZ48g8O6qKuRH2AWFTiEwQh-wLSYA8uR1j4PKfnFlRNojL/s1600-h/IMG_1317.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYa_egwZUZP7SgCUlKKvxtMdZOElKu9cnbEXqSvGf2bJR-rv6vmO5BX1xBXfyTQ6QVOmiLqCnV9DJAGJlpQI5zMkAN5L4IFuWZ48g8O6qKuRH2AWFTiEwQh-wLSYA8uR1j4PKfnFlRNojL/s320/IMG_1317.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424752448429231682" border="0" /></a>Our Chocolate cake<br />(Secret Recipe's cake taste much better. This cake is tasteless for me. I thought they forgot to put in sugar)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPPuhc3d4r8vRzjOU4Vlf1NGSzxHz9lhKH6mA0vitRglHJbGlEdgFVQ0VHIRNSldFAPMjMavhlnn_JSnB8lHvm7Hb5xdM-Of48wfH170OXY5xf2JPnP4DauEjhvggUBkbizyi4f13Wqcdf/s1600-h/IMG_1327+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPPuhc3d4r8vRzjOU4Vlf1NGSzxHz9lhKH6mA0vitRglHJbGlEdgFVQ0VHIRNSldFAPMjMavhlnn_JSnB8lHvm7Hb5xdM-Of48wfH170OXY5xf2JPnP4DauEjhvggUBkbizyi4f13Wqcdf/s320/IMG_1327+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424753885967341554" border="0" /></a>With our usual drinks, Iced Chocolate with Whipped Cream.<br />(No, the straw did not poked into his nose =.=)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Since we have nothing to do, so we decided to watch movie. BF's friend wanted to watch 2012, but I don't want. So I chose <span style="font-style: italic;">A Christmas Carol</span> by Jim Carrey. Posted about this at <a href="http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/2009/11/short-peek.html">here </a>before (Now only I realized why the sentence sounds so familiar. Haaha!)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik6RTjMIOQmk1h8cgGYgE4uRvpeg0MC9IbyPtsSTxGnvkBOdP1K0UBeXYCvVBa8bB7n4W3EIy2eBbSIUDsB6aTQf4Yz_7rPkD5PxPWZAoKAYl7IPiC3IpFpWHPvo3nenlLBObzto4xlZZb/s1600-h/IMG_9274.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik6RTjMIOQmk1h8cgGYgE4uRvpeg0MC9IbyPtsSTxGnvkBOdP1K0UBeXYCvVBa8bB7n4W3EIy2eBbSIUDsB6aTQf4Yz_7rPkD5PxPWZAoKAYl7IPiC3IpFpWHPvo3nenlLBObzto4xlZZb/s320/IMG_9274.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424758218718797778" border="0" /></a>BF likes this chipmunk so much he wanted to pose with it! He looks just like a school boy here with the bagpack and the popcorns.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Oh yes. The cute smiling face is me. I look hideous there. So..yeah. You understand.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">After a few days, headed over to another smaller mall to look for books. After that went to Nando's for dinner. That's the only decent place to eat after KFC and McDonalds but since I am so bored with McD (go where also eat McD!!) so Nando's is the best choice!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibcvmpRH2NVZdxlkWe5tLuSdkW8I4Xau5XrP08H0qgMg3yCgPfplQfe4S5xdBKhNf37zOQgrovT3qU82CPy3Mo28vSEQmKrNVf6uR8XEYP7nu1tLJD9wL9ID8ASQWjF4l9eCgwPcgUwp0R/s1600-h/IMG_1372.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibcvmpRH2NVZdxlkWe5tLuSdkW8I4Xau5XrP08H0qgMg3yCgPfplQfe4S5xdBKhNf37zOQgrovT3qU82CPy3Mo28vSEQmKrNVf6uR8XEYP7nu1tLJD9wL9ID8ASQWjF4l9eCgwPcgUwp0R/s320/IMG_1372.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424762208861916754" border="0" /></a>Nando's never failed to make me satisfied.<br />(I personally likes their Peri Chips and Meditarrenean Rice the most!)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVT3F-KZl6awucAAraeWkiyn403R8e4ku6Mk-NKJF5Fu66Z8oxbpJ5pbrnYnHpz2kHASlxn_SYuz2yMAn7tY19dmy0qsyuUx5nyEek7y2Z62BVtLl_HGbNawkkfmnOId_b8i9x3sbxkhGI/s1600-h/IMG_1381.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVT3F-KZl6awucAAraeWkiyn403R8e4ku6Mk-NKJF5Fu66Z8oxbpJ5pbrnYnHpz2kHASlxn_SYuz2yMAn7tY19dmy0qsyuUx5nyEek7y2Z62BVtLl_HGbNawkkfmnOId_b8i9x3sbxkhGI/s320/IMG_1381.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424762216470156914" border="0" /></a>Yum Yum Yum munching chips. I can get full just by eating the chips =.=<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTPdhdQYnejj_lkGOoy_jBUcs_Po8F6MBZpmDCZglXWXiUGNLEro_HTZklZJ2FPLbywQazyZ2lpi7vTLFrsAidxjMJIguPR8Ds4SLXOate8BYlrHgB255ss0n5FjBVVO70T_4gzk8AHsN-/s1600-h/IMG_1383.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTPdhdQYnejj_lkGOoy_jBUcs_Po8F6MBZpmDCZglXWXiUGNLEro_HTZklZJ2FPLbywQazyZ2lpi7vTLFrsAidxjMJIguPR8Ds4SLXOate8BYlrHgB255ss0n5FjBVVO70T_4gzk8AHsN-/s320/IMG_1383.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424762224873628914" border="0" /></a>BF's plate. So clean (aside from the bones)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJjN1zzzdmDN8X5ztU_s3VMmXDn8kaF3lL9hIFytJjbBsPHeDFqbT4whQeLfJU-lKbnRZSEUxaLUrTDwlYxUEH8rDlx-kt-vJp24KSeUavKAvH3z9b9RWNQn9RJsYWm41UKOSRMoI4onrF/s1600-h/IMG_1385.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJjN1zzzdmDN8X5ztU_s3VMmXDn8kaF3lL9hIFytJjbBsPHeDFqbT4whQeLfJU-lKbnRZSEUxaLUrTDwlYxUEH8rDlx-kt-vJp24KSeUavKAvH3z9b9RWNQn9RJsYWm41UKOSRMoI4onrF/s320/IMG_1385.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424762230572444290" border="0" /></a>See mine? Rice cannot finish, chips cannot finish, even the chicken also cannot finish (gave it to BF, I mean the chicken)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">At don't know which day, we headed over to Dataran Pahlawan again (I am only interested in shopping malls. Got it?). Since there are no nice movies to watch, we decided to go and sing. Headed to Dream Box, and took their Lunch Time package. The amount to pay is depending on which set of lunch we ordered.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgugdl7sikaLwIPBI-abvYzMahYgTu4lbCjdVSqo3dQ8x8_eQy0IW57rF0g-qaghhuSFPL3bcL7ndt6I2iYFjMMWRRxK1KT2y0D1OdW67agahG3X96rxsc7zrD6Se6Sgd3sgkr6C00MnVAE/s1600-h/IMG_1442.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgugdl7sikaLwIPBI-abvYzMahYgTu4lbCjdVSqo3dQ8x8_eQy0IW57rF0g-qaghhuSFPL3bcL7ndt6I2iYFjMMWRRxK1KT2y0D1OdW67agahG3X96rxsc7zrD6Se6Sgd3sgkr6C00MnVAE/s320/IMG_1442.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424774426691816354" border="0" /></a>BF Thai style Fish Fillet rice - RM 9<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxkOKFgCUIlrdGvXDWKtk2bsHJC6a0sDYFHLz-TOuRT8-4w3mJAdEIneMrJEr9i129VyAEagxrJzFJ629buIzx_bU1TEP_jlwGKeeAVdceq9jJqoU6xcmV4T56iGcmlB0vyYHmwffDCup7/s1600-h/IMG_1443.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxkOKFgCUIlrdGvXDWKtk2bsHJC6a0sDYFHLz-TOuRT8-4w3mJAdEIneMrJEr9i129VyAEagxrJzFJ629buIzx_bU1TEP_jlwGKeeAVdceq9jJqoU6xcmV4T56iGcmlB0vyYHmwffDCup7/s320/IMG_1443.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424774439815410402" border="0" /></a>My normal fried rice - RM 8<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZXr2a8G7aLNFsOGMmTD6vUA9mZkvj_fRSIMotzYUJU64-x8s1wHJPX5YcsKjtau6sNh250clDeXTB72OWWAWwCHwt31Z5V_cMdQBE4Oa81L8c7QOo7Hx2XFFwXO4NgXS4llIif9zH1gno/s1600-h/IMG_1468+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZXr2a8G7aLNFsOGMmTD6vUA9mZkvj_fRSIMotzYUJU64-x8s1wHJPX5YcsKjtau6sNh250clDeXTB72OWWAWwCHwt31Z5V_cMdQBE4Oa81L8c7QOo7Hx2XFFwXO4NgXS4llIif9zH1gno/s320/IMG_1468+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424774467621148546" border="0" /></a>Busy singing no time entertain me<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTPdJHHC3WuCZNMn4Z-1GWS764NJ3EfLl2mu9MLw9jk9WD_2NwDBijSgqMAqGroQ6DxDB3INYpWwRQvexSqjOs8Q0Drkzpdhw2IbRDq0BgvVExWUYxhpt3acPAO3ILd7f7w1eEI_ylFc84/s1600-h/IMG_1435+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTPdJHHC3WuCZNMn4Z-1GWS764NJ3EfLl2mu9MLw9jk9WD_2NwDBijSgqMAqGroQ6DxDB3INYpWwRQvexSqjOs8Q0Drkzpdhw2IbRDq0BgvVExWUYxhpt3acPAO3ILd7f7w1eEI_ylFc84/s320/IMG_1435+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424774454736715618" border="0" /></a>At last, a proper picture <3<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPI4p2z7FdwgEArWsK8H0dBmJlyohpyPr1aPrVA9fFBma5qhav1MymrCezcVjL-N1sFHG-6qnREzw4Vryr3q7U9Y6v1wPvhil2VDBnt9N30Lpj8hiB_5fp-qsqJKStZyWIvWscIFk5DJCU/s1600-h/IMG_1480.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPI4p2z7FdwgEArWsK8H0dBmJlyohpyPr1aPrVA9fFBma5qhav1MymrCezcVjL-N1sFHG-6qnREzw4Vryr3q7U9Y6v1wPvhil2VDBnt9N30Lpj8hiB_5fp-qsqJKStZyWIvWscIFk5DJCU/s320/IMG_1480.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424774483329960834" border="0" /></a>Saw the Christmas tree at the lounge. Pretty ;)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:180%;">Stay tuned for Part 2!<br /></span></div><br />Sorry-lah I am very sleepy ok. Tomorrow need to wake up early take bus go KL and go search for my new house ah (no, is room :P)<br /><br />p/s: Not gonna start Project 52 till I finish posting all my outings starting from Christmas! Not including this, hahaha!<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">xoxo,<br />esineDenise ♥<br /></div><br /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>*esineDenise*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-43294783499840610842010-01-06T03:36:00.000-08:002010-01-06T03:43:30.931-08:00It's New Year!It's new year!! And I don't have time to post anything even a Christmas post. I am so so lazy :P Anyway I did not celebrate New Year also-lah. Thanks to HY Tan la. Ruin my new year mood. Bleah. OK-lah. I will try to finish editing all the pictures on Christmas celebration.<br /><br />Bye! Give me time OK?<br /><br />p/s: I promise I swear I will I should and I can start Project 52 soon! Wait for it!! La~la~la~<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">xoxo,<br />esineDenise <3<br /></div>*esineDenise*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-57529167494241427902009-12-24T00:01:00.000-08:002009-12-24T03:19:50.177-08:00Things He did which warms my ♥I was thinking back to the things which he had done that warmth my heart, so I decided to post up things which he did that really touches me :)<br /><br />♥ everytime you learn how to sing a song, and then sang it in front of me and asks me is it nice.<br /><br />♥ all the lame jokes that you had tell which makes me laugh everytime I listen to it.<br /><br />♥ everytime when you are so thoughtful, asking me to sit aside while you queue and constantly checking whether am I tired<br /><br />♥ everytime when you plan our future, like which dog to have, how many dogs we should keep in our home, where should we stay, etc etc<br /><br />♥ the times when you took the effort to come and find me, even though you are busy.<br />♥ the moment you kiss my forehead and wishes me good night before I sleep.<br /><br />♥ during the time when you hug me from behind and tells me “I Love You, Dear”.<br /><br />♥ when everytime I tell you that I am sad, you will always send me funny texts which will make me laugh just by reading it.<br /><br />♥ every time you hold my hand, wherever you go, even when I am angry, you never failed to do so.<br /><br />♥ finally, keeping up with my temper, whenever I lose it.<br /><br />I know some of it seems like small gestures, but all these makes me feels warm everytime he does so..<br /><br />p/s: Oh, I think I am gonna start Project 52 soon so that I can keep my blog updated. Project 52 is about posting interesting happenings once a week, together with a picture, until the week 52 (literally, it means I will be constantly posting every week, aside from my blog, for one whole year) I hope I can make it..Haha..<br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">xoxo,<br />esineDenise ♥<br /></div>*esineDenise*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-49531886327253828532009-12-18T05:01:00.000-08:002009-12-18T05:14:04.142-08:00I thought that..I am just human. When I am happy, I laugh. When I am sad, I cry. At the same time I also can pretend that I have nothing in my mind even though I have tons and tons of things to think about. I can tell the whole world that I am not sad, even though I am crying in my heart. Yes, this is what I am doing now. And yes, I am doing this to you now.<br /><br />When we are in best term, I always feel that I am the most blissful person in this world. The amount of caring and love I get is enough to make me feel that you are willing to do everything and do really care about me. But when we argue, or should I say when I am angry (as you do not like to argue with me), all the bad things, anything and everything will start floating in my mind. I always think that this is normal, as when a person is in a bad mood, he or she will start thinking about negative things. Yes, I think like this all the time.<br /><br />But now, I am not able to think like that anymore. I don’t know how to put in sentence about what I am thinking right now. I felt that whenever I wanted to do something together with you, you will give me reasons and excuses which I could not deny at all and you get your way. Yes, this means we won’t be doing things which I wanted us to do. But why? Why when there are others who asked you to do the same thing which I had previously asked you to and you rejected, and now you agreed to do it with them? Who am I to be compared with them?<br /><br />I know it’s unfair for me to judge you so as you sometimes did tried your best to satisfy me. You tried your best to satisfy me, but I think you tried a hundred times better to satisfy the others. Again, I lose to them. Take travelling as an example. All this while, all the 3 and the half years I spent together with you, I really want to find a travelling memory which is just belongs to you and me. I can’t. I can’t find any. I did rake my brain to think. I just can’t find any. All this while, we are stuck in my place, or your place, and the furthest, the top of the mountain. Once, we planned to visit the famous hill (yes we failed again), but the excuses and reasons you gave really makes me want to forget all about the hill (so that I won’t be that sad). Once when you are so excited to ask me to book the budget airline ticket and after when I confirmed with you again, the reasons and excuses you gave to cancel it, makes me speechless again. Once when I showed you the latest water park opened nearby, you did try to convince me that you wanted to bring me there. But as usual, the plan goes behind your head again. Once when I told you I wanted to go to the nearby neighboring country for a visit, you told me to go with my friends. Once..it will always be once..once upon a time.<br /><br />And now, now you told me you are going to the neighboring country with your friends. You are going to climb the mountain with your friends. You are going to the water park I mentioned to you with your family. You are doing all these things, and all these things do not involve me at all! Why is that when I told you that I wanted to do all this with you, you can give me such effective and clever reasons to reject it, and when it’s your friends you can easily with just in a second you can agree to do it with them without even thinking. I feel that I am such a loser. I can’t be even compared with your so-call friends. I really want to find a reason for myself not to be sad. I really want to find a reason for myself to stop the tears from rolling down. I really want to find a reason for myself to forgive you. I am trying so so hard to understand you, and yet you disappoint me again and again. <br /><br />I wanted you to come back to see me. You tell me your parents wanted to visit you. I got angry and you thought that I need you to bring me to watch the fireworks. I got angry again and you thought I want to celebrate some occasion with you. I give up. I really give up. Do you know why when every time you asked me what I want, I will get angry and stop talking to you? That is because I don’t want to be a sad case in front of you. I know I am definitely going to cry if we talked about it. I don’t want that to happen. I don’t want you to know that I always cry just because of you. It’s not that I am afraid that you will feel guilty; I just wanna save my face. Well, you want to know, but I don’t want to tell. That’s is why all these are happening now.<br /><br />I am so sorry. I really thought that you care. I really tried to find all the evidence to show me that you care as I really hope that you really do care for me. I am still trying. Or maybe this is just the negative thoughts that are lingering in my mind because I am angry at you. I hope these thoughts won’t last, as I am still putting hopes on you, hoping you to understand what I feel and what I want.<br /><br />I don’t know whether I want you to read this. Maybe after you read this you can sort of know what I am thinking. Even if you don’t get to read this, it’s okay because I know everything will be back to normal again tomorrow and if I am not angry anymore, all these thoughts will disappear. And my travelling plans together with you will disappear, again, like usual. Yes, I am not going to show you that I am sad about that.*esineDenise*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-86921723534419914092009-12-09T06:56:00.000-08:002009-12-09T08:36:53.596-08:00Eling's BashOkay I am so damn bored so I might as well blog about the part I attend..err..on 15th November. Yeah approximately a month ago. Eling's Bash is a line dance party organized by the teacher herself, Eling. She had been teaching line dance in many different places other than my hometown aka Temerloh. So, this party is held to gather all her students to have fun together and at the same time donating money for the charity. A small amount of each ticket being sold will be contributed to orphanage. Each ticket cost 60 bucks. Not cheap, mind you. My mom was one of the commitee members (nope, I did not get the ticket cheaper. Even she needed to pay for the ticket) so I followed. Well another reason is because BFF was going too. Her god-mother (also the commitee) bought her a ticket as well.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8bogtzOxpoVNycUDS1vYy7nuKoT_HfjRkYszCGjxsYNL3xtyK-tXYgR-GHscAt2pohc_2T6U1MzcS9_-p55vrega-qrMCTibX5X3nuOBCB_wrMhRLUKXumd2gcxriuyl1wZFrv9sKM_Bq/s1600-h/IMG_1152.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8bogtzOxpoVNycUDS1vYy7nuKoT_HfjRkYszCGjxsYNL3xtyK-tXYgR-GHscAt2pohc_2T6U1MzcS9_-p55vrega-qrMCTibX5X3nuOBCB_wrMhRLUKXumd2gcxriuyl1wZFrv9sKM_Bq/s320/IMG_1152.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413251983463252626" border="0" /></a>The Hall<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIPq_gQ4tXLIrM0QpYFGulmQXxaleoAv6BuhSR6fup7rMvbCd0YfZe_TGRVXw3YDc19wkBKN9Lut4fp-5wU1OSTVMlYLX_L04WLqIXm4SKN90AR-k4qrAxM655Lnk1PLE1dr6j5Y_DUWyT/s1600-h/IMG_1209.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIPq_gQ4tXLIrM0QpYFGulmQXxaleoAv6BuhSR6fup7rMvbCd0YfZe_TGRVXw3YDc19wkBKN9Lut4fp-5wU1OSTVMlYLX_L04WLqIXm4SKN90AR-k4qrAxM655Lnk1PLE1dr6j5Y_DUWyT/s320/IMG_1209.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413252009341096594" border="0" /></a>Our Sticker<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrviMkyyeO1adllza7wNlMuEn6b6OPQvBzQju48rLSstSjdeBRSWsvt1H8UfaqsvSkT0jyxOEpAY7_Tq_KUdxj99vyWSpXUhMgMadf7JCxt7279O6pUx2KfSb-3J3GWPfyH1ZkCZxleXLQ/s1600-h/IMG_1163+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrviMkyyeO1adllza7wNlMuEn6b6OPQvBzQju48rLSstSjdeBRSWsvt1H8UfaqsvSkT0jyxOEpAY7_Tq_KUdxj99vyWSpXUhMgMadf7JCxt7279O6pUx2KfSb-3J3GWPfyH1ZkCZxleXLQ/s320/IMG_1163+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413251997454725138" border="0" /></a>Boon Boon aka aYee<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT2_DYNv0iWqne6c_8-6Hj6pIvj7I6quPEOmXQ9NV5XzXahwam1nVHtqnOOei-0Ia46UUAEGfsF8HwIIIEhiha29cZ4icaVw5xwDg5S9jKM5OoNKoq90DCMh-Bh7SP3qoAwaq2iNIq53_u/s1600-h/IMG_1205.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT2_DYNv0iWqne6c_8-6Hj6pIvj7I6quPEOmXQ9NV5XzXahwam1nVHtqnOOei-0Ia46UUAEGfsF8HwIIIEhiha29cZ4icaVw5xwDg5S9jKM5OoNKoq90DCMh-Bh7SP3qoAwaq2iNIq53_u/s320/IMG_1205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413252002923379762" border="0" /></a>Spot this cute guy dancing ;)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqFnu3ewogx9cjZnFo6uKiuOS0lisxwfVZ6cemVbb5c-63MUhajf1Efq3eP2yMPcC86Hd54Rihwv5Y2_aS3MevMraMhuFeUN6siSo8b7VTnrXxMjkgI20ivjbiqkctv7pvbJW_kK4rmHMi/s1600-h/IMG_1259+copy+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqFnu3ewogx9cjZnFo6uKiuOS0lisxwfVZ6cemVbb5c-63MUhajf1Efq3eP2yMPcC86Hd54Rihwv5Y2_aS3MevMraMhuFeUN6siSo8b7VTnrXxMjkgI20ivjbiqkctv7pvbJW_kK4rmHMi/s320/IMG_1259+copy+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413256258201989682" border="0" /></a>Me :D<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZIaADdaH3edgOdH97uJQ3BbSdmGpXXHMkzu1dJGoJu0lpn1NXhWX6F7TVLLDxxYI5glAI0OMFmqvX0NI4rCMcHV4LaV-GXaiBkpINn9CLtWDCBjHVT8mF0WE_XT9wClXk-hAAHlknQWfQ/s1600-h/IMG_1255+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZIaADdaH3edgOdH97uJQ3BbSdmGpXXHMkzu1dJGoJu0lpn1NXhWX6F7TVLLDxxYI5glAI0OMFmqvX0NI4rCMcHV4LaV-GXaiBkpINn9CLtWDCBjHVT8mF0WE_XT9wClXk-hAAHlknQWfQ/s320/IMG_1255+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413252017788791394" border="0" /></a>She<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil9a3O8EC6yhx0Yhazm7iPVXbDkMpI2DI4H5cWS0EIhOhFjmXCgLk6z-4D464jTbrk_0kXnpD9sbB4kmhtuCDrf9-X3sQELyrrtCcUlqotqgDvKf6wCnN4PFneUpT91ii2iDzaes8kE76c/s1600-h/IMG_1283+copy+copy+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil9a3O8EC6yhx0Yhazm7iPVXbDkMpI2DI4H5cWS0EIhOhFjmXCgLk6z-4D464jTbrk_0kXnpD9sbB4kmhtuCDrf9-X3sQELyrrtCcUlqotqgDvKf6wCnN4PFneUpT91ii2iDzaes8kE76c/s320/IMG_1283+copy+copy+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413256272355594514" border="0" /></a>Cam-whoring outside the toilet ;)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1Av-5RRUW49GPEghTgp0HzJz4C0qjjEtQwZleJbcVCmOAJ7thzIn1gQHZdn4IroUA_LQMH-QwkuX62ByxVoy8pcP0rXg8Xq_pGKowcKdHL440SK_IkMVQXrA3J2qOI6fgRvIOHBUafJbG/s1600-h/IMG_1292+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1Av-5RRUW49GPEghTgp0HzJz4C0qjjEtQwZleJbcVCmOAJ7thzIn1gQHZdn4IroUA_LQMH-QwkuX62ByxVoy8pcP0rXg8Xq_pGKowcKdHL440SK_IkMVQXrA3J2qOI6fgRvIOHBUafJbG/s320/IMG_1292+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413256300804863938" border="0" /></a>She - outside the toilet. Hahaha~<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwNMjL_OHf8zKUB16EpBx96rrMdQXndPQICM4kNsW5lCnm5oWgxPViyf-ZZwQbgyX8sa2pjmgL1TTopGoRQ0NzJ-ZRpoIobVbqd8IKKOvu73fkUKRGmeqHALsqZiOYCWb2DZKRtBIeuIw6/s1600-h/IMG_1290+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwNMjL_OHf8zKUB16EpBx96rrMdQXndPQICM4kNsW5lCnm5oWgxPViyf-ZZwQbgyX8sa2pjmgL1TTopGoRQ0NzJ-ZRpoIobVbqd8IKKOvu73fkUKRGmeqHALsqZiOYCWb2DZKRtBIeuIw6/s320/IMG_1290+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413256280495863986" border="0" /></a>Boon with her god-mother (Yeah, outside the toilet)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGc9YBgySlD0HbAA1kaRgRUwPjnVN0U5nf7WyvQOCB2wyuaMXCxEyCUJ5H1MRKhjEESHLgnDjU4olhiM3xhvPLQ-TaFJqjWcmD8PQ8uyPwm2ukjoGZ435Q9C5_X8Svnk0zrrbvkxltMLKr/s1600-h/IMG_1295+copy+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGc9YBgySlD0HbAA1kaRgRUwPjnVN0U5nf7WyvQOCB2wyuaMXCxEyCUJ5H1MRKhjEESHLgnDjU4olhiM3xhvPLQ-TaFJqjWcmD8PQ8uyPwm2ukjoGZ435Q9C5_X8Svnk0zrrbvkxltMLKr/s320/IMG_1295+copy+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413256289983600290" border="0" /></a>Us :D :D :D<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx7rTTaVHcbwf6vKOHz5pf1JMynBWIAsZ6z97DlunJXXHDbwKIBou5MftnQzO5wKA2KibY5ouVIicwRp2FkRco34Rb506EX4kWDz72WL-LvrmzDcgGqLMpXnXZdOh88RR_EkyU2XLHUyiG/s1600-h/IMG_1301+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx7rTTaVHcbwf6vKOHz5pf1JMynBWIAsZ6z97DlunJXXHDbwKIBou5MftnQzO5wKA2KibY5ouVIicwRp2FkRco34Rb506EX4kWDz72WL-LvrmzDcgGqLMpXnXZdOh88RR_EkyU2XLHUyiG/s320/IMG_1301+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413258213380609554" border="0" /></a>On the stage<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ780PCTH9AZMyqK5U6XVQwq_fg8hRebApobF2WY71JaQcRKtzrMq94R67cEmU2RMoAK6lYB8EPbqywd1fO71HDH4Y88Ayz0920RTDFxLmry7XMB6NHnIZm69ho-SwRlnalPa0QEuPoDll/s1600-h/IMG_1308+copy+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ780PCTH9AZMyqK5U6XVQwq_fg8hRebApobF2WY71JaQcRKtzrMq94R67cEmU2RMoAK6lYB8EPbqywd1fO71HDH4Y88Ayz0920RTDFxLmry7XMB6NHnIZm69ho-SwRlnalPa0QEuPoDll/s320/IMG_1308+copy+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413258254366346674" border="0" /></a>On the stage<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRW7DaNPxuPm_P4IuWZUrJyr_WmD8OPOuxMrt8598OmOhpJmKJxwwPbzYBiDyigEtHKUIgaBvRa1hExvcvhmhWanMpLg-cfIzxiEtojQ7P24RgmNWum4HT0JYCVfQA1dwV8s04T1wjhRIY/s1600-h/IMG_1304+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRW7DaNPxuPm_P4IuWZUrJyr_WmD8OPOuxMrt8598OmOhpJmKJxwwPbzYBiDyigEtHKUIgaBvRa1hExvcvhmhWanMpLg-cfIzxiEtojQ7P24RgmNWum4HT0JYCVfQA1dwV8s04T1wjhRIY/s320/IMG_1304+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413258225224765282" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2dSG48xgaa6zJ_ielHhVc16fQ1Sc53SYZ4ZM-9u9WcvaRwIqeqoFgI8XD2m6EqCYyEWqQyiqKLz2n0FODWxdQzFQAzIiWeWrzGg2aCx4U1oPwVKaAW1IKEVTGmIUD4tEGrz68kXKur0cW/s1600-h/IMG_1306+copy+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2dSG48xgaa6zJ_ielHhVc16fQ1Sc53SYZ4ZM-9u9WcvaRwIqeqoFgI8XD2m6EqCYyEWqQyiqKLz2n0FODWxdQzFQAzIiWeWrzGg2aCx4U1oPwVKaAW1IKEVTGmIUD4tEGrz68kXKur0cW/s320/IMG_1306+copy+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413258235802593010" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2B1QiBSICLzxXbTzctRXzItJ5bKYM-MsZeOEXdvovNUNL30MobI0Hx0DE4BURfOu7wtsye6bh0vFLhKdKZpMPR0QM07k8ZHFHkzwG8kVEa-ItVYLZdIMHn18h-2S8mQlm0tXsoFItfw7M/s1600-h/IMG_1307+copy+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2B1QiBSICLzxXbTzctRXzItJ5bKYM-MsZeOEXdvovNUNL30MobI0Hx0DE4BURfOu7wtsye6bh0vFLhKdKZpMPR0QM07k8ZHFHkzwG8kVEa-ItVYLZdIMHn18h-2S8mQlm0tXsoFItfw7M/s320/IMG_1307+copy+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413258246192982802" border="0" /></a>All me :) :)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Well, well. I must say we get a lil' boring during the party, as we don't know how to dance their dance at all. But, there are other things which occupied our loneliness. FOODS! We had a 8 dish meal, like the usual banquet, and then additional Fried Kueh Teow, all sorts of Kuih, Nasi Lemak, and even the Indo Coffee van is there! So we can get as many ice coffee we want!! Woohoo!! Oh ya, it's quite a long party. It started at 3pm and ended approximately 11 pm. I went back earlier, as Boon came and fetch me (she went back early because she need to send her mom back) for second round of yumcha session. Love my life <3 <3 It's just too good when you have BFF around you! :)<br /><br />Okay, that's all for now. Wait for my next post! Will continue about what I bought in Malacca! Adios!!<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">xoxo,<br />esineDenise <3<br /></div></div><br /><br /></div>*esineDenise*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-65530906729500347132009-11-23T03:57:00.000-08:002009-11-23T07:31:17.828-08:00Short PeekA short peek of what I had been doing while I am in Malacca this few days. Right after I reached Malacca bus station, BF together with his friends fetched me and we drove to Dataran Pahlawan. Initially they wanted to watch 2012, but I told BF that I am not interested in the movie, hence we chose to watch <span style="font-style: italic;">A Christmas Carol</span> instead.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHhsdRbEFSyhPGn4CpmL1ozA56i3ZePaGpzJSXUp6QI_Pszu83u75MAe6GG0f-eGmTnDoJb0LxVx5yA_F5C_tI7XngvXd6nRCTQNimOpr6wMZtY33INX2B-mqg-b8EtH8gCvztIJJwU2-7/s1600/a-christmas-carol-jim-carrey.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHhsdRbEFSyhPGn4CpmL1ozA56i3ZePaGpzJSXUp6QI_Pszu83u75MAe6GG0f-eGmTnDoJb0LxVx5yA_F5C_tI7XngvXd6nRCTQNimOpr6wMZtY33INX2B-mqg-b8EtH8gCvztIJJwU2-7/s320/a-christmas-carol-jim-carrey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407315227054714338" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2DrBsOf_aoy9HqItoVMVm7YII-N7_fVqD8lJ8L7OOVe-4YWxN3KxX_dVQ11sDwS77RqvyWfiDCqYWN7lMuN0Y_ygOlKXP3gjBEkNSFLjt-hQBincY-kCs-3ohyphenhyphen1EaJAPhv9PTMZo_dEgq/s1600/IMG_1413.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2DrBsOf_aoy9HqItoVMVm7YII-N7_fVqD8lJ8L7OOVe-4YWxN3KxX_dVQ11sDwS77RqvyWfiDCqYWN7lMuN0Y_ygOlKXP3gjBEkNSFLjt-hQBincY-kCs-3ohyphenhyphen1EaJAPhv9PTMZo_dEgq/s320/IMG_1413.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407315232113272482" border="0" /></a><br />His friends ended up watching the movie with us because 2012 is fully booked. Got that nice huh that movie. I am not interested in watching it also. What so nice watching how the world end? You know the storyline gonna be the end of the world, bla bla bla, but you still want to watch it? Well, some says wanna watch the sound effect-<span style="font-style: italic;">lah</span>, background-<span style="font-style: italic;">lah</span>, computer effect-<span style="font-style: italic;">lah</span>, <span style="font-style: italic;">haiya</span>, whatever-<span style="font-style: italic;">lah</span>. Me not interested at all.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfL_nI5ubnYhOIex34QOAMxZE7dia70oiBGx4_WL5ks3UBXF3oct_wsNC69l4vyjeq7pOaVZ87jSaWq1cKuI1Nw1-uHdVUiDCiNll4riVKSo1x86wgCg5JVG1zpR87RS-aF1dzb-9XphsJ/s1600/IMG_1414.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfL_nI5ubnYhOIex34QOAMxZE7dia70oiBGx4_WL5ks3UBXF3oct_wsNC69l4vyjeq7pOaVZ87jSaWq1cKuI1Nw1-uHdVUiDCiNll4riVKSo1x86wgCg5JVG1zpR87RS-aF1dzb-9XphsJ/s320/IMG_1414.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407315235691256978" border="0" /></a>Went to Popular and bought this book. Got attracted by the cover again. This time plus the thickness of the book. Hahahaa, like this only worth it la<span style="font-style: italic;"></span> :P Oh ya, I am a member of Popular now. RM 12 for a year. Members got discounts on books and cds also !!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMcGCMjndLho1bsUscjYid2-o6NPIK4tRrXdmvzf2mpLX9pukdRHRh_B0Z97CuHB0vmCdtEl857zKUzpiB7cKMSopFe_x6nPBixS557Ke0dHzR127npfJF2b_v6eoAgGzT99etXvU_vHBM/s1600/IMG_1415.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMcGCMjndLho1bsUscjYid2-o6NPIK4tRrXdmvzf2mpLX9pukdRHRh_B0Z97CuHB0vmCdtEl857zKUzpiB7cKMSopFe_x6nPBixS557Ke0dHzR127npfJF2b_v6eoAgGzT99etXvU_vHBM/s320/IMG_1415.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407315239371986690" border="0" /></a>See the yellow colour boy bookmark? It's the free gift given by Popular because I apply to become a member.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-UwKikVZDzVTbnNBBBzFO6GdqPHQvVToEasiirtFwSiZVJtL-DynnPSUh9FEiwfTISXLvzoU-Er9w4dvp3dB9X-hteF5hbSeneZbrar-4uSuNWjH5uwMKlRGCdP2YoJoD4CrR7BkFGOFR/s1600/IMG_1417.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-UwKikVZDzVTbnNBBBzFO6GdqPHQvVToEasiirtFwSiZVJtL-DynnPSUh9FEiwfTISXLvzoU-Er9w4dvp3dB9X-hteF5hbSeneZbrar-4uSuNWjH5uwMKlRGCdP2YoJoD4CrR7BkFGOFR/s320/IMG_1417.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407315248905313570" border="0" /></a>My dinner for today. BF tapao it for me because I lazy to go out and eat. One thing I really don't understand is why foods in Malacca are always in a very big portion =.= See the mountain high of the rice? I can't even finish half of it. And Malacca hawkers like to mix and match their foods. I found few pieces of fried fish fillet in the fried rice. A combination of which I clearly do not understand =.= Maybe that's their culture.<br /><br />Anyways, there goes the short peek (not that short) of days I spent in Malacca. Next post will be the full one! Will blog about the things I bought!!<br /><br />p/s: Me going shopping again tomorrow!!! Hurray!!! Hurray!!! Got addicted of buying things. Girls just like to shop, don't they? :D :D :D :D :D See ya!!<br /><br />p/p/s: Haven't finish editing pictures for Eling's Bash. Will upload it to Facebook and blog soon right after I get hold of my laptop back in my hometown. Stay tune!<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">xoxo,<br />esineDenise <3<br /></div>*esineDenise*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-34361146799369561662009-11-09T03:34:00.000-08:002009-11-09T04:16:10.648-08:00I Dreamt ...... that I am a homosexual. Not exactly homosexual, but I dream that I am hugging some other girl. And the most scary thing is the girl is a very close cousin sister of mine! <span style="font-style: italic;">Yukssss! It's either my cousin had change her sex, or I am really a homosexual in the dream.</span><br /><br />The background of the dream was some other people/relatives house as all the family members were having a some sort of family reunion/gathering activities plus celebration of my graduation. <span style="font-style: italic;">I remember I had graduated because all of them were looking my graduation photos.</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"> </span><br /><br />Then the background changed again. Me and my cousin were in a room. A ROOM! A room full of peoples. We were hugging each other and lying on the bed. <span style="font-style: italic;">Disgusting or not?</span> We were hugging and smooching in front of everyone. <span style="font-style: italic;">Walao-eh =.=</span><br /><br />Background changed again. I was in a living room, and then someone called me. It's my darling aka cousin sister. Why am I so sure it's my darling (in the dream)? Because I can feel a sense of blissful-ness when I am walking towards 'her'. <span style="font-style: italic;">Oh my God. I don't know I still can continue this story or not.</span> 'She' was sitting on a swing and asked me to sit with her. I sat ON 'her' lap, and 'she' hugged me from behind and we swing together. Dream ENDS.<br /><br />Oh my God! Oh my God! When I woke up, I felt so disgusting with myself. Not because that I dreamt of hugging and smooching other people and not BF in my dream, but why a GIRL? Why can't it be err.. Zax Wang (Wang Ren-Fu)? <span style="font-style: italic;">Oohh..he is my all-time favourite idol!!</span> Why? Why? Why? Well, at least I did not dream of hugging another guy other than my BF :P<br /><br />I told BF about this dream. Guessed what he said? He said that I actually wanted to all the things I did in my dream. Like, hugging my love one in front of everyone, smooching and acted lovingly in front of everyone, and the most importantly, <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">I LIKE MY LOVE ONE TO HUG ME FROM BEHIND</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">!</span></span> Sounds weird? Well, I don't know why, I damn like BF hug me from behind lor. The sense of blissful-ness will reach the MAXIMUM level!!!!! But hor, he seldom do such thing. Too bad :( Okay, back to his analysis, maybe he is right. Me is LACK of love NOW!! <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">SOMEONE PLEASE SPREAD SOME LOVE TO ME NOW!!</span></span> Oh, I am damn pathetic. So damn pathetic. Sad case.<br /><br />Okay. No more such dreams next time, please..<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">xoxo,<br />esineDenise ♥<br /></div><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>*esineDenise*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322noreply@blogger.com0