<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775</id><updated>2011-08-07T07:01:25.008-07:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='dedeluv'/><category term='Emo'/><category term='Vacations'/><category term='College'/><category term='Songs'/><category term='Weddings'/><category term='Shopping'/><category term='Myself'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Foods'/><category term='Events'/><category term='Movies'/><title type='text'>me, myself and yanyan</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>*esineDenise*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>98</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-6339265349481410198</id><published>2011-01-19T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T22:57:14.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twenty-Eleven</title><content type='html'>Once, 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is always a better, and brighter day :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;esineDenise &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233568645168627775-6339265349481410198?l=deniseyanyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/feeds/6339265349481410198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233568645168627775&amp;postID=6339265349481410198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/6339265349481410198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/6339265349481410198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/2011/01/twenty-eleven.html' title='Twenty-Eleven'/><author><name>*esineDenise*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-5961564829243747805</id><published>2010-11-09T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T19:12:42.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excited!</title><content type='html'>In order to push down all the emo posts, here I am to post up some exciting happenings in my life!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta-da!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;ASSIGNMENTS !!!!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Okay I know I am living a pathetic life. Till then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233568645168627775-5961564829243747805?l=deniseyanyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/feeds/5961564829243747805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233568645168627775&amp;postID=5961564829243747805' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/5961564829243747805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/5961564829243747805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/2010/11/excited.html' title='Excited!'/><author><name>*esineDenise*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-5296408452348295265</id><published>2010-11-06T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T06:43:19.083-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><title type='text'>I Will Never Forget...</title><content type='html'>... the day when you walked out from me. (literally)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gave us space to think, but you actually given me more space to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget today.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233568645168627775-5296408452348295265?l=deniseyanyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/feeds/5296408452348295265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233568645168627775&amp;postID=5296408452348295265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/5296408452348295265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/5296408452348295265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-will-never-forget.html' title='I Will Never Forget...'/><author><name>*esineDenise*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-4749666274847887691</id><published>2010-10-27T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T20:36:06.459-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><title type='text'>The Wrong Way</title><content type='html'>Everything goes the wrong way. EVERYTHING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am lost and I don't know what to do. I might fall into depression. Who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, you don't know where I will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Life is like a box of chocolates. You won't know what you get until you opened it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life?&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233568645168627775-4749666274847887691?l=deniseyanyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/feeds/4749666274847887691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233568645168627775&amp;postID=4749666274847887691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/4749666274847887691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/4749666274847887691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/2010/10/wrong-way.html' title='The Wrong Way'/><author><name>*esineDenise*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-613401221265407098</id><published>2010-10-20T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T20:49:10.674-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><title type='text'>Disappointment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;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.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;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.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;p/s: What makes me feel disappointed? Many, many, many things which I couldn't find anyone to share with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233568645168627775-613401221265407098?l=deniseyanyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/feeds/613401221265407098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233568645168627775&amp;postID=613401221265407098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/613401221265407098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/613401221265407098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/2010/10/disappointment.html' title='Disappointment'/><author><name>*esineDenise*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-7178847226374053734</id><published>2010-10-17T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T23:45:48.332-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dedeluv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weddings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>October Filler</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/TLvr3kxFXrI/AAAAAAAABGg/8A-9XzD4_X0/s1600/IMG_5645+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/TLvoMfXu3lI/AAAAAAAABGU/8ZMCNbBkUe0/s1600/IMG_5514+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;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*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/TLvltKsYBCI/AAAAAAAABGI/QXhYaFg3ILA/s1600/IMG_4822+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/TLvltKsYBCI/AAAAAAAABGI/QXhYaFg3ILA/s400/IMG_4822+copy.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Kylie's Convocation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/TLvogylFloI/AAAAAAAABGY/UrFZGutvQNw/s1600/IMG_5284_watercolour.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/TLvogylFloI/AAAAAAAABGY/UrFZGutvQNw/s320/IMG_5284_watercolour.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Went to find Dear during National Day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*wink* *wink*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/TLvn3zIintI/AAAAAAAABGQ/eS3_ZLReCZU/s1600/IMG_5487+copy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="280" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/TLvn3zIintI/AAAAAAAABGQ/eS3_ZLReCZU/s400/IMG_5487+copy.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Karen's Wedding during Hari Raya *the Lengluis*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/TLvoMfXu3lI/AAAAAAAABGU/8ZMCNbBkUe0/s1600/IMG_5514+copy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/TLvoMfXu3lI/AAAAAAAABGU/8ZMCNbBkUe0/s400/IMG_5514+copy.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My family with Karen, Chee Seng and Grandma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/TLvr3kxFXrI/AAAAAAAABGg/8A-9XzD4_X0/s320/IMG_5645+copy.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Genting trip with Dear on October&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okay that's all! Will blog in details about all the events if I have the time :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;esineDenise &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233568645168627775-7178847226374053734?l=deniseyanyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/feeds/7178847226374053734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233568645168627775&amp;postID=7178847226374053734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/7178847226374053734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/7178847226374053734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/2010/10/october-filler.html' title='October Filler'/><author><name>*esineDenise*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/TLvltKsYBCI/AAAAAAAABGI/QXhYaFg3ILA/s72-c/IMG_4822+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-1242597522828257677</id><published>2010-08-24T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T23:45:42.431-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Public Transportation</title><content type='html'>I 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ...........................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay back to the topic. I was planning to list out things that I hate to see while boarding public transport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233568645168627775-1242597522828257677?l=deniseyanyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/feeds/1242597522828257677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233568645168627775&amp;postID=1242597522828257677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/1242597522828257677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/1242597522828257677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/2010/08/public-transportation.html' title='Public Transportation'/><author><name>*esineDenise*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-2174249735757251608</id><published>2010-07-14T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T08:09:12.482-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>I 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/TD3M_Dam_jI/AAAAAAAABF4/UA4GYOIi5D0/s1600/37459_406190609561_639654561_4626638_5378588_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/TD3M_Dam_jI/AAAAAAAABF4/UA4GYOIi5D0/s400/37459_406190609561_639654561_4626638_5378588_n.jpg" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Boon with the foods&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;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.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;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).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;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.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay got to go now. I have prediction that the next post going to be an emo post. Not only Paul can predict okay?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;esineDenise&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233568645168627775-2174249735757251608?l=deniseyanyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/feeds/2174249735757251608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233568645168627775&amp;postID=2174249735757251608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/2174249735757251608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/2174249735757251608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/2010/07/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>*esineDenise*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/TD3M_Dam_jI/AAAAAAAABF4/UA4GYOIi5D0/s72-c/37459_406190609561_639654561_4626638_5378588_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-4631461594531642856</id><published>2010-06-22T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T07:14:38.811-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><title type='text'>Clashing Dates</title><content type='html'>I am very frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very Frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very FRUSTRATED !!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my datelines are clashing like nobody's business! Stress stress stress. wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;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!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, my cousin's wedding. It falls right a day before my exam. WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I just found out that two datelines are clashing. I hope I won't be able to find another date. God bless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233568645168627775-4631461594531642856?l=deniseyanyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/feeds/4631461594531642856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233568645168627775&amp;postID=4631461594531642856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/4631461594531642856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/4631461594531642856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/2010/06/clashing-dates.html' title='Clashing Dates'/><author><name>*esineDenise*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-4773225675939895894</id><published>2010-06-15T20:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T21:58:14.122-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dedeluv'/><title type='text'>Our 4th Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;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!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;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? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for keeping up with my temper, &lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being the dearest part of my life, &lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being there when I always wanted you to, &lt;br /&gt;Thank you for cheering me up when I am not in the mood, &lt;br /&gt;Thank you for holding us together when we almost fall apart, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;br /&gt;and most of all.. &lt;br /&gt;* &lt;br /&gt;* &lt;br /&gt;* &lt;br /&gt;* &lt;br /&gt;* &lt;br /&gt;* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you for loving me so much like you do now.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Happy 4th anniversary dear, may there are more anniversaries to come in the future&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666;"&gt;Love you to the bits! Muah! &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Lots of luv,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;...BiBi...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233568645168627775-4773225675939895894?l=deniseyanyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/feeds/4773225675939895894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233568645168627775&amp;postID=4773225675939895894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/4773225675939895894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/4773225675939895894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/2010/06/our-4h-anniversary.html' title='Our 4th Anniversary'/><author><name>*esineDenise*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-4992201524778407177</id><published>2010-06-10T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T08:38:10.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Books</title><content type='html'>I 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Name of the book – Author)&lt;br /&gt;1. Fury - G. M. Ford&lt;br /&gt;2. Black River – G.M. Ford&lt;br /&gt;3. Marker – Robin Cook&lt;br /&gt;4. The Best Laid Plans – Sidney Sheldon&lt;br /&gt;5. Blind Side – Catherine Coulter&lt;br /&gt;6. When the Wind Blows – James Patterson&lt;br /&gt;7. Honeymoon – James Patterson &amp;amp; Howard Roughan&lt;br /&gt;8. The Last Bride – Sandra Landry&lt;br /&gt;9. The Wrong Wife – Carolyn McSparren&lt;br /&gt;10. Buzz Cut – James Hall&lt;br /&gt;11. The Insider – Stephen Frey&lt;br /&gt;12. Ricochet – Sandra Brown&lt;br /&gt;13. Love Lies – Adele Parks&lt;br /&gt;14. Rough Ride – John Francome&lt;br /&gt;15. In the Manor with Millionaire &amp;amp; The Lawman’s Secret Son (2 in 1)&lt;br /&gt;16. The Burning Girl – Mark Billingham&lt;br /&gt;17. Embers – Helen Kirkman&lt;br /&gt;18. Passion – Louis Bagshawe&lt;br /&gt;19. Someone to Watch Over Me – Judith McNaught&lt;br /&gt;20.  Twilight – Stephenie Meyer&lt;br /&gt;21. New Moon – Stephenie Meyer&lt;br /&gt;22. The Girl with the Dragon Tatoo – Stieg Larsson&lt;br /&gt;23. The Girl who Play with Fire – Stieg Larsson&lt;br /&gt;24. The Girl who Kicked the Hornets’ Nest – Stieg Larsson&lt;br /&gt;25. The Memory Keeper’s Daughter&lt;br /&gt;26. The Hornet’s Nest – Patricia Cornwell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s roughly all the books I owned. I also have read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Harry Potter’s series – JK Rowling&lt;br /&gt;2. Eclipse and Breaking Dawn (e-book) – Stephenie Meyer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are more, but the books are stuck in KL. Will update this post when I can get hold of the books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I think I can earn some money by selling off my books. Anyone interested?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233568645168627775-4992201524778407177?l=deniseyanyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/feeds/4992201524778407177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233568645168627775&amp;postID=4992201524778407177' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/4992201524778407177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/4992201524778407177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/2010/06/books.html' title='Books'/><author><name>*esineDenise*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-6245854371431301867</id><published>2010-05-25T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T02:35:10.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aquaria</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S_ySKZxjspI/AAAAAAAABBQ/_Fm2NM8zzdg/s1600/IMG_3562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S_ySKZxjspI/AAAAAAAABBQ/_Fm2NM8zzdg/s320/IMG_3562.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475411954390774418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Walking towards Aquaria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S_ySK-jO-KI/AAAAAAAABBY/rm2uHXMw4M4/s1600/IMG_3564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S_ySK-jO-KI/AAAAAAAABBY/rm2uHXMw4M4/s320/IMG_3564.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475411964262807714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First show: The Piranha show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S_ySLSyHsNI/AAAAAAAABBg/4A4mnRY5X8c/s1600/IMG_3567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S_ySLSyHsNI/AAAAAAAABBg/4A4mnRY5X8c/s320/IMG_3567.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475411969693954258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bamboo Shark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S_ySL3ADwJI/AAAAAAAABBo/XWmVeJ766M8/s1600/IMG_3568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S_ySL3ADwJI/AAAAAAAABBo/XWmVeJ766M8/s320/IMG_3568.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475411979416092818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The bf touching the bamboo shark&lt;br /&gt;(I took so nice picture of him and when it's my turn his hand is so shaky till all my pictures become blur :( )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S_ySMk2AmWI/AAAAAAAABBw/DOxwbEFfDxk/s1600/IMG_3574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S_ySMk2AmWI/AAAAAAAABBw/DOxwbEFfDxk/s320/IMG_3574.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475411991721974114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Electric Eel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;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:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S_yW8MSnJBI/AAAAAAAABCA/cbwo5tTNm1Y/s1600/IMG_3580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S_yW8MSnJBI/AAAAAAAABCA/cbwo5tTNm1Y/s320/IMG_3580.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475417207811286034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even me look green =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S_yW7tqUh6I/AAAAAAAABB4/8vUxQOCLmPw/s1600/IMG_3584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S_yW7tqUh6I/AAAAAAAABB4/8vUxQOCLmPw/s320/IMG_3584.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475417199589230498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This bloated frog looks funny. Dunno when the stomach will burst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;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)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S_yW8snF3EI/AAAAAAAABCI/NJOAJxq9tfg/s1600/IMG_3595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S_yW8snF3EI/AAAAAAAABCI/NJOAJxq9tfg/s320/IMG_3595.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475417216487119938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The very big tank of fish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S_yW9mBqtOI/AAAAAAAABCY/bMPsaPcPo0g/s1600/IMG_3613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S_yW9mBqtOI/AAAAAAAABCY/bMPsaPcPo0g/s320/IMG_3613.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475417231899407586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lionfish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S_ybR5RwDvI/AAAAAAAABCg/5d7ttDJOCZ8/s1600/IMG_3617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S_ybR5RwDvI/AAAAAAAABCg/5d7ttDJOCZ8/s320/IMG_3617.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475421978711035634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Different type of shark species&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;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)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S_yd9pi4siI/AAAAAAAABDg/QujmimtZNqs/s1600/IMG_3670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S_yd9pi4siI/AAAAAAAABDg/QujmimtZNqs/s320/IMG_3670.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475424929425437218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me in the tunnel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S_yd-PSu8uI/AAAAAAAABDo/y7G-d1PkH0o/s1600/IMG_3671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S_yd-PSu8uI/AAAAAAAABDo/y7G-d1PkH0o/s320/IMG_3671.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475424939558236898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The bf is so cute here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S_ybT5UL3rI/AAAAAAAABDA/P7Z6OUx6IdM/s1600/IMG_3644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S_ybT5UL3rI/AAAAAAAABDA/P7Z6OUx6IdM/s320/IMG_3644.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475422013080985266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The main attraction in the tunnel - the sharks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S_ybTfVKn_I/AAAAAAAABC4/w6REleN7h2g/s1600/IMG_3638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S_ybTfVKn_I/AAAAAAAABC4/w6REleN7h2g/s320/IMG_3638.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475422006105776114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This shark doesn't move at all even when we approach it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S_ybSgxHYjI/AAAAAAAABCo/Txnwm_bxXUg/s1600/IMG_3627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S_ybSgxHYjI/AAAAAAAABCo/Txnwm_bxXUg/s320/IMG_3627.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475421989311570482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The bf communicating with the shark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S_ybTKHAF0I/AAAAAAAABCw/nxhuDD2Sa7o/s1600/IMG_3636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S_ybTKHAF0I/AAAAAAAABCw/nxhuDD2Sa7o/s320/IMG_3636.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475422000409220930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The big big stingray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S_yd8JKrRGI/AAAAAAAABDI/mVplm7pRFws/s1600/IMG_3662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 252px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S_yd8JKrRGI/AAAAAAAABDI/mVplm7pRFws/s320/IMG_3662.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475424903554090082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Em, I don't know what kind of fish is this. I took the picture because it looks funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S_0vQzi3-II/AAAAAAAABEI/lODiVLYHrfA/s1600/IMG_3672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S_0vQzi3-II/AAAAAAAABEI/lODiVLYHrfA/s320/IMG_3672.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475584687713286274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Scary leh (by this moment I already don't care and just on the flash of my camera)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S_0w95FEvnI/AAAAAAAABEY/I2Z1bWsNoBo/s1600/IMG_3678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S_0w95FEvnI/AAAAAAAABEY/I2Z1bWsNoBo/s320/IMG_3678.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475586561804648050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shark belly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S_0vPQ8gjjI/AAAAAAAABDw/cDDEsJ1gNFs/s1600/IMG_3652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S_0vPQ8gjjI/AAAAAAAABDw/cDDEsJ1gNFs/s320/IMG_3652.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475584661245693490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Manage to catch a picture with the performing diver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S_0w-cJo9dI/AAAAAAAABEg/G--pasVDgnk/s1600/IMG_3680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S_0w-cJo9dI/AAAAAAAABEg/G--pasVDgnk/s320/IMG_3680.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475586571219039698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bf: wah..u see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S_0w-0GPlCI/AAAAAAAABEo/s0yda8vjVVM/s1600/IMG_3682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S_0w-0GPlCI/AAAAAAAABEo/s0yda8vjVVM/s320/IMG_3682.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475586577647244322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me: EEE..CUTE-NYERR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S_0w_mMF4YI/AAAAAAAABE4/TImN6lphTRQ/s1600/IMG_3697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S_0w_mMF4YI/AAAAAAAABE4/TImN6lphTRQ/s320/IMG_3697.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475586591093547394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The sunlight shone through the shark&lt;br /&gt;(yes. it is a type of shark. and throughout the journey of the tunnel I can only see its belly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S_0w_S50LSI/AAAAAAAABEw/y7iAg5mkJCM/s1600/IMG_3693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S_0w_S50LSI/AAAAAAAABEw/y7iAg5mkJCM/s320/IMG_3693.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475586585916615970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bf is having time transition to another world - the underwater world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S_0vQaTqczI/AAAAAAAABEA/7FsMAtLmDEo/s1600/IMG_3667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S_0vQaTqczI/AAAAAAAABEA/7FsMAtLmDEo/s320/IMG_3667.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475584680938599218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The fish is absolutely not that big only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S_yd8ijNZ5I/AAAAAAAABDQ/lveGjLPMiJg/s1600/IMG_3647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S_yd8ijNZ5I/AAAAAAAABDQ/lveGjLPMiJg/s320/IMG_3647.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475424910367877010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taken when we're outside the tunnel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S_yd9dr7XcI/AAAAAAAABDY/gkmLR9huRa0/s1600/IMG_3648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S_yd9dr7XcI/AAAAAAAABDY/gkmLR9huRa0/s320/IMG_3648.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475424926242135490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The diver is cleaning up the sand inside the tunnel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S_0vP_dDgGI/AAAAAAAABD4/hvhCBD_lvgU/s1600/IMG_3666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S_0vP_dDgGI/AAAAAAAABD4/hvhCBD_lvgU/s320/IMG_3666.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475584673730232418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lazy shark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S_1L8RyDQGI/AAAAAAAABFA/xJ-Zdaae320/s1600/IMG_3734+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S_1L8RyDQGI/AAAAAAAABFA/xJ-Zdaae320/s320/IMG_3734+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475616220889956450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The only clear picture of both of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S_1L83C1VrI/AAAAAAAABFI/9zmrw2OFn0I/s1600/IMG_3741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S_1L83C1VrI/AAAAAAAABFI/9zmrw2OFn0I/s320/IMG_3741.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475616230892459698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Weird looking fish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S_1L9SWPTqI/AAAAAAAABFQ/xfCYZGWHw74/s1600/IMG_3746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S_1L9SWPTqI/AAAAAAAABFQ/xfCYZGWHw74/s320/IMG_3746.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475616238221610658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Forgot what is this called&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S_1L9xnwfwI/AAAAAAAABFY/Q6UaLRtqQxs/s1600/IMG_3768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S_1L9xnwfwI/AAAAAAAABFY/Q6UaLRtqQxs/s320/IMG_3768.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475616246616588034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bf looking at the big Araipama fish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S_1L-YOqcYI/AAAAAAAABFg/OI7dEYlbAjA/s1600/IMG_3788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S_1L-YOqcYI/AAAAAAAABFg/OI7dEYlbAjA/s320/IMG_3788.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475616256980316546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then watched Clash of the Titans and headed over to Manhattan Fish Market for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/TA9eKahNmoI/AAAAAAAABFo/x7ZoYq-UvPA/s1600/IMG_3796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/TA9eKahNmoI/AAAAAAAABFo/x7ZoYq-UvPA/s320/IMG_3796.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480702804543511170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/TA9eKxsLSaI/AAAAAAAABFw/tFEws70sJVU/s1600/IMG_3803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/TA9eKxsLSaI/AAAAAAAABFw/tFEws70sJVU/s320/IMG_3803.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480702810763512226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Strictly for sharing wor~we can't even finish half of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That ends my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;esineDenise &lt;3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233568645168627775-6245854371431301867?l=deniseyanyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/feeds/6245854371431301867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233568645168627775&amp;postID=6245854371431301867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/6245854371431301867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/6245854371431301867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/2010/05/hello-my-blog-had-been-abandoned-for.html' title='Aquaria'/><author><name>*esineDenise*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S_ySKZxjspI/AAAAAAAABBQ/_Fm2NM8zzdg/s72-c/IMG_3562.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-9053570909446940937</id><published>2010-04-12T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T02:11:03.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little boy name Ah Kang</title><content type='html'>7 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S8Lgw87sLLI/AAAAAAAABBA/8h2FJ3A1HfA/s1600/4013238_big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 204px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S8Lgw87sLLI/AAAAAAAABBA/8h2FJ3A1HfA/s320/4013238_big.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459172829921291442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S8LjGObRrRI/AAAAAAAABBI/Ja_1z9K1jkU/s1600/Little_baby_angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 304px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S8LjGObRrRI/AAAAAAAABBI/Ja_1z9K1jkU/s320/Little_baby_angel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459175394417683730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*This post is dedicated to a little cousin brother of mine who passed away on 10th April 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;esineDenise  &lt;3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233568645168627775-9053570909446940937?l=deniseyanyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/feeds/9053570909446940937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233568645168627775&amp;postID=9053570909446940937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/9053570909446940937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/9053570909446940937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/2010/04/little-boy-name-ah-kang.html' title='A little boy name Ah Kang'/><author><name>*esineDenise*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S8Lgw87sLLI/AAAAAAAABBA/8h2FJ3A1HfA/s72-c/4013238_big.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-2444162244612666013</id><published>2010-04-07T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T07:31:34.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snippets of the Month of March</title><content type='html'>It'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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I will just post up some pictures about what I had been doing for the past one month :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S71pUw8_rxI/AAAAAAAAA-A/uBL26r0Tac8/s1600/07032010794.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S71pUw8_rxI/AAAAAAAAA-A/uBL26r0Tac8/s320/07032010794.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457634128901943058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1*Durian PanCake@Sweet Chat, Berjaya Times Square&lt;br /&gt;RM 6.90&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S71rDY4siWI/AAAAAAAAA-o/lkBLscqa7Ps/s1600/07032010795.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S71rDY4siWI/AAAAAAAAA-o/lkBLscqa7Ps/s320/07032010795.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457636029406939490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2*Jackfruit and Sago ABC&lt;br /&gt;RM 5.90&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is also nice, with the thin slices of jackfruit and the crunchy sago. Will definitely try it again next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S711d1slI3I/AAAAAAAAA_A/btkCpq8S7Zw/s1600/10032010823.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S711d1slI3I/AAAAAAAAA_A/btkCpq8S7Zw/s320/10032010823.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457647478933627762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S711dFJzzAI/AAAAAAAAA-w/L6FyJ6Ji7Mg/s1600/10032010821.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S711dFJzzAI/AAAAAAAAA-w/L6FyJ6Ji7Mg/s320/10032010821.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457647465902885890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4*Sunset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S711duUuaWI/AAAAAAAAA-4/De3R2LDqZ1k/s1600/10032010822.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S711duUuaWI/AAAAAAAAA-4/De3R2LDqZ1k/s320/10032010822.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457647476954524002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;5*Bro &amp;amp; Sis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S711emzEmBI/AAAAAAAAA_I/4or9QS1SGs4/s1600/10032010829.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S711emzEmBI/AAAAAAAAA_I/4or9QS1SGs4/s320/10032010829.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457647492114192402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;6*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S71rDMuWGjI/AAAAAAAAA-g/3JfOv5bAD5M/s1600/12032010833.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S71rDMuWGjI/AAAAAAAAA-g/3JfOv5bAD5M/s320/12032010833.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457636026142300722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;7*The view from where I sit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S72Eq0g6paI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/ESmQaR2D5Qs/s1600/12032010835.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S72Eq0g6paI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/ESmQaR2D5Qs/s320/12032010835.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457664194628986274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;8*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S72ErUsGgtI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/B38nfEdCEtw/s1600/12032010839.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S72ErUsGgtI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/B38nfEdCEtw/s320/12032010839.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457664203265835730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;9*Kuli of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Once I reached, he took me to the newly open Jusco right beside the Tesco which is right beside the bus station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S72Er34ds7I/AAAAAAAAA_g/CT_2_QEHPZQ/s1600/28032010915.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S72Er34ds7I/AAAAAAAAA_g/CT_2_QEHPZQ/s320/28032010915.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457664212712928178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;10*Jusco decorations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;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 =.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S72Esom3zAI/AAAAAAAAA_w/XYiYMczSL0g/s1600/28032010919.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S72Esom3zAI/AAAAAAAAA_w/XYiYMczSL0g/s320/28032010919.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457664225792478210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;11*Dear's minced chicken rice&lt;br /&gt;RM 4.90&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S72ONKqV-UI/AAAAAAAAA_4/QnHXwOvdE8w/s1600/28032010920.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S72ONKqV-UI/AAAAAAAAA_4/QnHXwOvdE8w/s320/28032010920.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457674680294308162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;12*My all-time favourite Fried Dumpling&lt;br /&gt;RM 6.90&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S72OOLJD2UI/AAAAAAAABAA/NjDefZKbzOA/s1600/28032010921.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S72OOLJD2UI/AAAAAAAABAA/NjDefZKbzOA/s320/28032010921.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457674697603012930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;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);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;13*Pearl Milk Tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;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:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S72OPDfBVQI/AAAAAAAABAI/xbbfcMHKA10/s1600/28032010923.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S72OPDfBVQI/AAAAAAAABAI/xbbfcMHKA10/s320/28032010923.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457674712727508226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;14*My French Fries and Chicken Popcorn together with Teh Tarik&lt;br /&gt;RM 5.90&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S72OPx84aZI/AAAAAAAABAQ/MFHLoFYa4z0/s1600/28032010924.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S72OPx84aZI/AAAAAAAABAQ/MFHLoFYa4z0/s320/28032010924.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457674725200783762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;15*Dear's Curry Puff with Teh Tarik&lt;br /&gt;RM 3.90&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S72OQWY0zDI/AAAAAAAABAY/26H53poSELg/s1600/28032010925.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S72OQWY0zDI/AAAAAAAABAY/26H53poSELg/s320/28032010925.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457674734981663794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;16*Ooh..SATISFACTION!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S72XfNY0GjI/AAAAAAAABAg/m_3MNPbzGD8/s1600/28032010926.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S72XfNY0GjI/AAAAAAAABAg/m_3MNPbzGD8/s320/28032010926.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457684885868386866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;17*Bakeries from The Baker's Cottage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S72Xf5kFzXI/AAAAAAAABAo/VvwECHdL__0/s1600/28032010942.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S72Xf5kFzXI/AAAAAAAABAo/VvwECHdL__0/s320/28032010942.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457684897726844274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;18*JCo Doughnuts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S72bcTqlAXI/AAAAAAAABA4/ouUlzxajXfI/s1600/30032010948.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S72bcTqlAXI/AAAAAAAABA4/ouUlzxajXfI/s320/30032010948.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457689234060411250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;19*&lt;br /&gt;One of the breakfast I ate. Dear 'tapao-ed' it for me and added extra fried wantan!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S71pTpWUsII/AAAAAAAAA9w/c-ulAm7OK0U/s1600/01042010952.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S71pTpWUsII/AAAAAAAAA9w/c-ulAm7OK0U/s320/01042010952.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457634109680824450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;20*&lt;br /&gt;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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S71pURjSfNI/AAAAAAAAA94/aDZJikCpOI4/s1600/03042010978.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S71pURjSfNI/AAAAAAAAA94/aDZJikCpOI4/s320/03042010978.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457634120472624338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;21*Flood in house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, there goes the snippets of my life in March. See you in April! (I know it is already April now :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;                                                                                                                                                    xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;esineDenise  &lt;3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233568645168627775-2444162244612666013?l=deniseyanyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/feeds/2444162244612666013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233568645168627775&amp;postID=2444162244612666013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/2444162244612666013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/2444162244612666013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/2010/04/snippets-of-month-of-march.html' title='Snippets of the Month of March'/><author><name>*esineDenise*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S71pUw8_rxI/AAAAAAAAA-A/uBL26r0Tac8/s72-c/07032010794.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-1126014590304296723</id><published>2010-03-08T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T06:29:55.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emo *_*</title><content type='html'>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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;esineDenise  &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233568645168627775-1126014590304296723?l=deniseyanyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/feeds/1126014590304296723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233568645168627775&amp;postID=1126014590304296723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/1126014590304296723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/1126014590304296723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/2010/03/emo.html' title='Emo *_*'/><author><name>*esineDenise*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-4831577140610032883</id><published>2010-03-05T03:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T03:41:23.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Library</title><content type='html'>Okay, will do a short post before I go bath and continue with my study. Tomorrow got mid-term. Yuks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, I took the bus -&gt; KL Sentral Monorail -&gt; Imbi -&gt; 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 -&gt; Hang Tuah Monorail -&gt; Hang Tuah LRT -&gt; Masjid Jamek LRT -&gt; Asia Jaya LRT -&gt; 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 =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok lah, I am late and sleepy and headache and lazy. That's all for now. Tata!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;esineDenise &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233568645168627775-4831577140610032883?l=deniseyanyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/feeds/4831577140610032883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233568645168627775&amp;postID=4831577140610032883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/4831577140610032883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/4831577140610032883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/2010/03/library.html' title='Library'/><author><name>*esineDenise*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-4694721258131121806</id><published>2010-01-24T01:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T02:10:38.539-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ma Class Has Started!!</title><content type='html'>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'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233568645168627775-4694721258131121806?l=deniseyanyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/feeds/4694721258131121806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233568645168627775&amp;postID=4694721258131121806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/4694721258131121806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/4694721258131121806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/2010/01/ma-class-has-started.html' title='Ma Class Has Started!!'/><author><name>*esineDenise*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-3375806337686780618</id><published>2010-01-19T22:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T04:17:47.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Journey of Finding Rooms</title><content type='html'>I 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"NO MORE!! NO MORE!!"&lt;/span&gt;. WTH?? I thought that he might at least have the courtesy to implement the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;First Come First Serve&lt;/span&gt; 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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Story 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;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. &lt;/span&gt;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 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"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"&lt;/span&gt;. Wuahahahaha..sounds very scary to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Story 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;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&lt;/span&gt;". 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?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Story 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think this room is not suitable for you&lt;/span&gt;". Nemind. Again I asked whether got Internet connection or not. She repeat no facilities included and added "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think this room is not suitable for you&lt;/span&gt;". 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 "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think this room is not suitable for you&lt;/span&gt;". &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Walao eh!! &lt;/span&gt;Like this do business one meh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Story 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Got la but you have to pay for extra electricity bill la&lt;/span&gt;". 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.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Conclusion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;esineDenise   &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233568645168627775-3375806337686780618?l=deniseyanyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/feeds/3375806337686780618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233568645168627775&amp;postID=3375806337686780618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/3375806337686780618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/3375806337686780618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/2010/01/journey-of-finding-rooms.html' title='The Journey of Finding Rooms'/><author><name>*esineDenise*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-1916332577108355670</id><published>2010-01-09T00:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T08:29:31.749-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am BACK..for GOOD!</title><content type='html'>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&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. Wuahaha&lt;/span&gt;. 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whoah!&lt;/span&gt; Got so serious or not&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;No give chance :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; ♥&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S0iaOw8Ms9I/AAAAAAAAA8U/6BQG2tp89Oc/s1600-h/IMG_1325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S0iaOw8Ms9I/AAAAAAAAA8U/6BQG2tp89Oc/s320/IMG_1325.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424755329614001106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ZEN&lt;br /&gt;(feels like alot of good energy coming towards me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S0iaOepMplI/AAAAAAAAA8M/cYtpluft-o0/s1600-h/IMG_1319+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S0iaOepMplI/AAAAAAAAA8M/cYtpluft-o0/s320/IMG_1319+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424755324702467666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The BF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S0iXnrq7AFI/AAAAAAAAA7s/8u2F89ePOnQ/s1600-h/IMG_1321+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S0iXnrq7AFI/AAAAAAAAA7s/8u2F89ePOnQ/s320/IMG_1321+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424752459161206866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S0iXnDsODkI/AAAAAAAAA7k/Lkogk2deP_w/s1600-h/IMG_1317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S0iXnDsODkI/AAAAAAAAA7k/Lkogk2deP_w/s320/IMG_1317.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424752448429231682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our Chocolate cake&lt;br /&gt;(Secret Recipe's cake taste much better. This cake is tasteless for me. I thought they forgot to put in sugar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S0iY6u8A1_I/AAAAAAAAA8E/GphxE_vk6wI/s1600-h/IMG_1327+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S0iY6u8A1_I/AAAAAAAAA8E/GphxE_vk6wI/s320/IMG_1327+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424753885967341554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With our usual drinks, Iced Chocolate with Whipped Cream.&lt;br /&gt;(No, the straw did not poked into his nose =.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;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 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Christmas Carol&lt;/span&gt; by Jim Carrey. Posted about this at &lt;a href="http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/2009/11/short-peek.html"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;before (Now only I realized why the sentence sounds so familiar. Haaha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S0ic27sdX9I/AAAAAAAAA8c/J9SR9_LaiQE/s1600-h/IMG_9274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S0ic27sdX9I/AAAAAAAAA8c/J9SR9_LaiQE/s320/IMG_9274.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424758218718797778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh yes. The cute smiling face is me. I look hideous there. So..yeah. You understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S0igfMItjlI/AAAAAAAAA8k/jiACKGFA1pM/s1600-h/IMG_1372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S0igfMItjlI/AAAAAAAAA8k/jiACKGFA1pM/s320/IMG_1372.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424762208861916754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nando's never failed to make me satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;(I personally likes their Peri Chips and Meditarrenean Rice the most!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S0igfoeqFnI/AAAAAAAAA8s/7CtynFBYX4U/s1600-h/IMG_1381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S0igfoeqFnI/AAAAAAAAA8s/7CtynFBYX4U/s320/IMG_1381.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424762216470156914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yum Yum Yum munching chips. I can get full just by eating the chips =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S0iggHyM5PI/AAAAAAAAA80/16_K5NJaSD8/s1600-h/IMG_1383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S0iggHyM5PI/AAAAAAAAA80/16_K5NJaSD8/s320/IMG_1383.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424762224873628914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BF's plate. So clean (aside from the bones)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S0iggdA56oI/AAAAAAAAA88/AF-q5lCQXOQ/s1600-h/IMG_1385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S0iggdA56oI/AAAAAAAAA88/AF-q5lCQXOQ/s320/IMG_1385.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424762230572444290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See mine? Rice cannot finish, chips cannot finish, even the chicken also cannot finish (gave it to BF, I mean the chicken)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S0irmXGWy6I/AAAAAAAAA9E/oxE-S2lwEwY/s1600-h/IMG_1442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S0irmXGWy6I/AAAAAAAAA9E/oxE-S2lwEwY/s320/IMG_1442.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424774426691816354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BF Thai style Fish Fillet rice - RM 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S0irnH_Q8uI/AAAAAAAAA9M/ZVK0a75q7fE/s1600-h/IMG_1443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S0irnH_Q8uI/AAAAAAAAA9M/ZVK0a75q7fE/s320/IMG_1443.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424774439815410402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My normal fried rice - RM 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S0irovkq14I/AAAAAAAAA9c/34zEDwgL8UE/s1600-h/IMG_1468+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S0irovkq14I/AAAAAAAAA9c/34zEDwgL8UE/s320/IMG_1468+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424774467621148546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Busy singing no time entertain me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S0irn_kx_2I/AAAAAAAAA9U/Roc4dWEvYRE/s1600-h/IMG_1435+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S0irn_kx_2I/AAAAAAAAA9U/Roc4dWEvYRE/s320/IMG_1435+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424774454736715618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At last, a proper picture &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S0irpqF8S4I/AAAAAAAAA9k/U72gjN03XPc/s1600-h/IMG_1480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S0irpqF8S4I/AAAAAAAAA9k/U72gjN03XPc/s320/IMG_1480.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424774483329960834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saw the Christmas tree at the lounge. Pretty ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Stay tuned for Part 2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Not gonna start Project 52 till I finish posting all my outings starting from Christmas! Not including this, hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;esineDenise  ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233568645168627775-1916332577108355670?l=deniseyanyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/feeds/1916332577108355670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233568645168627775&amp;postID=1916332577108355670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/1916332577108355670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/1916332577108355670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am-backfor-good.html' title='I am BACK..for GOOD!'/><author><name>*esineDenise*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/S0iaOw8Ms9I/AAAAAAAAA8U/6BQG2tp89Oc/s72-c/IMG_1325.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-4329478349984061084</id><published>2010-01-06T03:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T03:43:30.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's New Year!</title><content type='html'>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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye! Give me time OK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I promise I swear I will I should and I can start Project 52 soon! Wait for it!! La~la~la~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;esineDenise  &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233568645168627775-4329478349984061084?l=deniseyanyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/feeds/4329478349984061084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233568645168627775&amp;postID=4329478349984061084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/4329478349984061084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/4329478349984061084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-new-year.html' title='It&apos;s New Year!'/><author><name>*esineDenise*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-5752916749424142790</id><published>2009-12-24T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T03:19:50.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things He did which warms my ♥</title><content type='html'>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 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ everytime you learn how to sing a song, and then sang it in front of me and asks me is it nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ all the lame jokes that you had tell which makes me laugh everytime I listen to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ everytime when you are so thoughtful, asking me to sit aside while you queue and  constantly checking whether am I tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ 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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ the times when you took the effort to come and find me, even though you are busy.&lt;br /&gt;♥ the moment you kiss my forehead and wishes me good night before I sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ during the time when you hug me from behind and tells me “I Love You, Dear”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥  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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ every time you hold my hand, wherever you go, even when I am angry, you never failed to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ finally, keeping up with my temper, whenever I lose it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some of it seems like small gestures, but all these makes me feels warm everytime he does so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;esineDenise ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233568645168627775-5752916749424142790?l=deniseyanyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/feeds/5752916749424142790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233568645168627775&amp;postID=5752916749424142790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/5752916749424142790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/5752916749424142790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/2009/12/things-he-did-which-warms-my.html' title='Things He did which warms my ♥'/><author><name>*esineDenise*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-4953188632725382853</id><published>2009-12-18T05:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T05:14:04.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I thought that..</title><content type='html'>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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233568645168627775-4953188632725382853?l=deniseyanyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/feeds/4953188632725382853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233568645168627775&amp;postID=4953188632725382853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/4953188632725382853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/4953188632725382853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-thought-that.html' title='I thought that..'/><author><name>*esineDenise*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-8692172353441991409</id><published>2009-12-09T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T08:36:53.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eling's Bash</title><content type='html'>Okay 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sx-7_5IBgpI/AAAAAAAAA5k/xlFgZNqGE_U/s1600-h/IMG_1152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sx-7_5IBgpI/AAAAAAAAA5k/xlFgZNqGE_U/s320/IMG_1152.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413251983463252626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Hall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sx-8BZhyEpI/AAAAAAAAA58/TQgCNiCXakY/s1600-h/IMG_1209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sx-8BZhyEpI/AAAAAAAAA58/TQgCNiCXakY/s320/IMG_1209.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413252009341096594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our Sticker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sx-8AtP2cBI/AAAAAAAAA5s/fBNHIFg9nHQ/s1600-h/IMG_1163+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sx-8AtP2cBI/AAAAAAAAA5s/fBNHIFg9nHQ/s320/IMG_1163+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413251997454725138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Boon Boon aka aYee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sx-8BBnrfDI/AAAAAAAAA50/0KUKwFw33zs/s1600-h/IMG_1205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sx-8BBnrfDI/AAAAAAAAA50/0KUKwFw33zs/s320/IMG_1205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413252002923379762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spot this cute guy dancing ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sx-_4txKMjI/AAAAAAAAA6M/3wXSeH8oT7A/s1600-h/IMG_1259+copy+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sx-_4txKMjI/AAAAAAAAA6M/3wXSeH8oT7A/s320/IMG_1259+copy+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413256258201989682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sx-8B4_3qmI/AAAAAAAAA6E/eRtbGSXNPdw/s1600-h/IMG_1255+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sx-8B4_3qmI/AAAAAAAAA6E/eRtbGSXNPdw/s320/IMG_1255+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413252017788791394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sx-_5ifpERI/AAAAAAAAA6U/a3DVspIa1fM/s1600-h/IMG_1283+copy+copy+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sx-_5ifpERI/AAAAAAAAA6U/a3DVspIa1fM/s320/IMG_1283+copy+copy+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413256272355594514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cam-whoring outside the toilet ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sx-_7Meed8I/AAAAAAAAA6s/-WxB4UHGMns/s1600-h/IMG_1292+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sx-_7Meed8I/AAAAAAAAA6s/-WxB4UHGMns/s320/IMG_1292+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413256300804863938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She - outside the toilet. Hahaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sx-_6A0buLI/AAAAAAAAA6c/ogJr4HOAXIM/s1600-h/IMG_1290+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sx-_6A0buLI/AAAAAAAAA6c/ogJr4HOAXIM/s320/IMG_1290+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413256280495863986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Boon with her god-mother (Yeah, outside the toilet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sx-_6kKfFqI/AAAAAAAAA6k/H3hU9nWEZEM/s1600-h/IMG_1295+copy+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sx-_6kKfFqI/AAAAAAAAA6k/H3hU9nWEZEM/s320/IMG_1295+copy+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413256289983600290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Us :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sx_BqhYEVhI/AAAAAAAAA60/YkEDu_Ei7lw/s1600-h/IMG_1301+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sx_BqhYEVhI/AAAAAAAAA60/YkEDu_Ei7lw/s320/IMG_1301+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413258213380609554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the stage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sx_Bs6D1DbI/AAAAAAAAA7U/38tLxq8vD7U/s1600-h/IMG_1308+copy+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sx_Bs6D1DbI/AAAAAAAAA7U/38tLxq8vD7U/s320/IMG_1308+copy+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413258254366346674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the stage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sx_BrNf7z2I/AAAAAAAAA68/Vkwo-0_ltoY/s1600-h/IMG_1304+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sx_BrNf7z2I/AAAAAAAAA68/Vkwo-0_ltoY/s320/IMG_1304+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413258225224765282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sx_Br054pvI/AAAAAAAAA7E/3Q9tHXGLQ44/s1600-h/IMG_1306+copy+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sx_Br054pvI/AAAAAAAAA7E/3Q9tHXGLQ44/s320/IMG_1306+copy+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413258235802593010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sx_BsbnJaxI/AAAAAAAAA7M/2NeywId8ks0/s1600-h/IMG_1307+copy+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sx_BsbnJaxI/AAAAAAAAA7M/2NeywId8ks0/s320/IMG_1307+copy+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413258246192982802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All me :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;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 &lt;3 &lt;3 It's just too good when you have BFF around you! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's all for now. Wait for my next post! Will continue about what I bought in Malacca! Adios!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;esineDenise &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233568645168627775-8692172353441991409?l=deniseyanyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/feeds/8692172353441991409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233568645168627775&amp;postID=8692172353441991409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/8692172353441991409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/8692172353441991409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/2009/12/elings-bash.html' title='Eling&apos;s Bash'/><author><name>*esineDenise*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sx-7_5IBgpI/AAAAAAAAA5k/xlFgZNqGE_U/s72-c/IMG_1152.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-6553090672950034713</id><published>2009-11-23T03:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T07:31:17.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Peek</title><content type='html'>A 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 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Christmas Carol&lt;/span&gt; instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SwqkjMEoLeI/AAAAAAAAA30/0vhlIOdRxdY/s1600/a-christmas-carol-jim-carrey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SwqkjMEoLeI/AAAAAAAAA30/0vhlIOdRxdY/s320/a-christmas-carol-jim-carrey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407315227054714338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Swqkje6rpqI/AAAAAAAAA38/1QlWxxApfqw/s1600/IMG_1413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Swqkje6rpqI/AAAAAAAAA38/1QlWxxApfqw/s320/IMG_1413.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407315232113272482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;, background-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;, computer effect-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haiya&lt;/span&gt;, whatever-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;. Me not interested at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SwqkjsPvXJI/AAAAAAAAA4E/7dEoXj40PDw/s1600/IMG_1414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SwqkjsPvXJI/AAAAAAAAA4E/7dEoXj40PDw/s320/IMG_1414.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407315235691256978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;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&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :P Oh ya, I am a member of Popular now. RM 12 for a year. Members got discounts on books and cds also !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Swqkj59S1wI/AAAAAAAAA4M/dLgaVbKezSU/s1600/IMG_1415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Swqkj59S1wI/AAAAAAAAA4M/dLgaVbKezSU/s320/IMG_1415.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407315239371986690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See the yellow colour boy bookmark? It's the free gift given by Popular because I apply to become a member.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SwqkkdeN3SI/AAAAAAAAA4U/NTDyVdfQSBc/s1600/IMG_1417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SwqkkdeN3SI/AAAAAAAAA4U/NTDyVdfQSBc/s320/IMG_1417.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407315248905313570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;esineDenise &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233568645168627775-6553090672950034713?l=deniseyanyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/feeds/6553090672950034713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233568645168627775&amp;postID=6553090672950034713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/6553090672950034713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/6553090672950034713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/2009/11/short-peek.html' title='Short Peek'/><author><name>*esineDenise*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SwqkjMEoLeI/AAAAAAAAA30/0vhlIOdRxdY/s72-c/a-christmas-carol-jim-carrey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-3436114679936956166</id><published>2009-11-09T03:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T04:16:10.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Dreamt ...</title><content type='html'>... 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! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yukssss! It's either my cousin had change her sex, or I am really a homosexual in the dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I remember I had graduated because all of them were looking my graduation photos.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Disgusting or not?&lt;/span&gt; We were hugging and smooching in front of everyone. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Walao-eh =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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'.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh my God. I don't know I still can continue this story or not.&lt;/span&gt; '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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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)? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oohh..he is my all-time favourite idol!!&lt;/span&gt; Why? Why? Why? Well, at least I did not dream of hugging another guy other than my BF :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LIKE MY LOVE ONE TO HUG ME FROM BEHIND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 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!! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;SOMEONE PLEASE SPREAD SOME LOVE TO ME NOW!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Oh, I am damn pathetic. So damn pathetic. Sad case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. No more such dreams next time, please..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;esineDenise ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233568645168627775-3436114679936956166?l=deniseyanyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/feeds/3436114679936956166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233568645168627775&amp;postID=3436114679936956166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/3436114679936956166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/3436114679936956166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-dreamt.html' title='I Dreamt ...'/><author><name>*esineDenise*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-4583455199448049725</id><published>2009-11-04T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T04:35:36.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mei and Lim's Wedding ♥</title><content type='html'>Since I can access to the Internet this early, so I think I have the duty to blog another post :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Looking back at the title*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! It's Mei and Lim's wedding day!! Well, well, well. Let's start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;23/10/2009 (Friday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.00 pm ~ Lunch at McD with Dear&lt;br /&gt;3.00 pm ~ Back at home&lt;br /&gt;5.oo pm ~ Arguing with him why he did not fetch me out for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yum-cha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.00 pm ~ Dear fetched me and we headed to Old Town Kopitiam (as usual)&lt;br /&gt;12.00 am ~ Head back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I know, I know. You all have been wondering what are all these going to do with the title above. Be patient. I am gonna type it now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.30 am ~ Had a mask treatment for Mei's tomorrow wedding dinner&lt;br /&gt;1.30 am ~ Pack my clothes and dinner-wear for tomorrow (I am so lazy until I waited last minute to pack everything :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;See! Got connection one! Last but not least, I wanted to mention the outings with Dear because that day is his last day in Temerloh too! He will be following his parents to Ampang to pray for Jiu Wang Ye. I will not be around that time as I will also be on my way to Selangor to attend Mei's wedding dinner!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ee you soon Dear :(  *Sob* *Sob* *Sob*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;24/10/2009 (Saturday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.00 am ~ Heading over to Sg. Long to fetch Kylie&lt;br /&gt;3.00 pm ~ Reached Grandpa house. Had a quick lunch&lt;br /&gt;4.00 pm ~ Make-up session started&lt;br /&gt;6.00 pm ~ Head over to restaurant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ta-da!!! Here are the pictures!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SvKwid7C4NI/AAAAAAAAAx0/vad-WU0ZALk/s1600-h/IMG_0897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SvKwid7C4NI/AAAAAAAAAx0/vad-WU0ZALk/s400/IMG_0897.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400573009364967634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Denise and Christine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Since it's my camera, so the picture must start with ME! Wuahaha!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SvKwizGOOkI/AAAAAAAAAyE/_HgmjqK2ld0/s1600-h/IMG_0901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SvKwizGOOkI/AAAAAAAAAyE/_HgmjqK2ld0/s400/IMG_0901.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400573015048993346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Next, Jase and Kylie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ignore the chopsticks. They just couldn't pose properly&lt;/span&gt; =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SvKwirlWEjI/AAAAAAAAAx8/FUZ5EhpHO1Q/s1600-h/IMG_0899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SvKwirlWEjI/AAAAAAAAAx8/FUZ5EhpHO1Q/s400/IMG_0899.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400573013032047154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next, the couple:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Bean and Jase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Next year is their turn! 12th September 2010! Woohoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SvKwjAlTDnI/AAAAAAAAAyM/e1UfxzlhEB4/s1600-h/IMG_0902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SvKwjAlTDnI/AAAAAAAAAyM/e1UfxzlhEB4/s400/IMG_0902.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400573018668994162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another couple, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Christine and Simon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When is their turn? No idea yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SvKxLdyyXwI/AAAAAAAAAyc/ncXJVEnURoo/s1600-h/IMG_0905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SvKxLdyyXwI/AAAAAAAAAyc/ncXJVEnURoo/s400/IMG_0905.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400573713704967938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The girls !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SvKxL3n6VtI/AAAAAAAAAyk/CjxVRPi-Qxo/s1600-h/IMG_0908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SvKxL3n6VtI/AAAAAAAAAyk/CjxVRPi-Qxo/s400/IMG_0908.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400573720638674642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The guys !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SvKxLzimsWI/AAAAAAAAAys/CF6aIhbCQ8U/s1600-h/IMG_0911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SvKxLzimsWI/AAAAAAAAAys/CF6aIhbCQ8U/s400/IMG_0911.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400573719542673762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jase with chopsticks. Again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SvKxMvCvu6I/AAAAAAAAAy8/QBoND7J-L5s/s1600-h/IMG_0913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 336px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SvKxMvCvu6I/AAAAAAAAAy8/QBoND7J-L5s/s400/IMG_0913.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400573735515175842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The bodyguards with the girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SvKxMc0MwiI/AAAAAAAAAy0/jtS7XohgP_U/s1600-h/IMG_0912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SvKxMc0MwiI/AAAAAAAAAy0/jtS7XohgP_U/s400/IMG_0912.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400573730622325282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kylie molesting the bodyguards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SvKxv4mpaoI/AAAAAAAAAzE/008YZiDRxEw/s1600-h/IMG_0919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SvKxv4mpaoI/AAAAAAAAAzE/008YZiDRxEw/s400/IMG_0919.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400574339377097346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kylie with Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SvKxwD6peII/AAAAAAAAAzM/HLdsZw8ZHeo/s1600-h/IMG_0921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SvKxwD6peII/AAAAAAAAAzM/HLdsZw8ZHeo/s400/IMG_0921.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400574342413777026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Denise and Kylie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SvKxwU5RbaI/AAAAAAAAAzU/iEJwE4UH0lc/s1600-h/IMG_0938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SvKxwU5RbaI/AAAAAAAAAzU/iEJwE4UH0lc/s400/IMG_0938.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400574346971409826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A self-portrait of Me !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SvKxwl8REwI/AAAAAAAAAzc/N5g06PIZTuk/s1600-h/IMG_0948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SvKxwl8REwI/AAAAAAAAAzc/N5g06PIZTuk/s400/IMG_0948.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400574351547372290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Mei and Lim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The husband and wife)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SvKxw54d1mI/AAAAAAAAAzk/lE9DYcf7j1c/s1600-h/IMG_0953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 370px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SvKxw54d1mI/AAAAAAAAAzk/lE9DYcf7j1c/s400/IMG_0953.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400574356900140642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The couple together with family members on stage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yuuumm Seeennnngggg !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SvK3OmefAmI/AAAAAAAAAzs/ox52VyY2XKY/s1600-h/IMG_0957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SvK3OmefAmI/AAAAAAAAAzs/ox52VyY2XKY/s400/IMG_0957.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400580364645106274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My 6th-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shen&lt;/span&gt; with her daughter, Qi Qi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SvK3PdKSazI/AAAAAAAAA0E/J6wPpcpsVFo/s1600-h/IMG_0969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SvK3PdKSazI/AAAAAAAAA0E/J6wPpcpsVFo/s400/IMG_0969.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400580379324345138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sisters with the bride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SvK3PIEQezI/AAAAAAAAAz8/2JlQ8_Dqk5o/s1600-h/IMG_0968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SvK3PIEQezI/AAAAAAAAAz8/2JlQ8_Dqk5o/s400/IMG_0968.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400580373661907762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christine, Jase, Simon, Bean and Keat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SvK3O1QSF5I/AAAAAAAAAz0/93WIGeLZios/s1600-h/IMG_0964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 312px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SvK3O1QSF5I/AAAAAAAAAz0/93WIGeLZios/s400/IMG_0964.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400580368612071314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With all the sisters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, not all of course. The lens can't fit everyone if ALL are here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;After the dinner, we went back and continue to chat along while looking at Mei's wedding pictures. The cousins got to choose one of the pictures to keep! :) Then me and Mun discussing what activities needed to fool the bridegroom when they arrived! Mun told me the bridegroom going to reach before 8 a.m. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What ????? That early ???? &lt;/span&gt;This means that we need to wake up before 7 a.m. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Need to make-up leh =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;25/10/2009 (Sunday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.00 am ~ Wake up and Make-up&lt;br /&gt;8.00 am ~ The bridegroom arrived. Games time. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;We did not play much as they are running out of time because they still need to rush back to Sri Petaling (bridegroom's side) before 12!!! Rush like mad!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;8.30 am ~ Tea drinking session&lt;br /&gt;8.45 am ~ Heading over to Sri Petalin&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;g&lt;br /&gt;11.00 am ~ Reached Endah Villa, Sri Petaling&lt;br /&gt;11.30 am ~ Tea drinking session&lt;br /&gt;1.00 pm ~ Lunch Buffet&lt;br /&gt;4.30 pm ~ Daddy came and pick us up&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.30 pm ~ Kylie reached Sg. Long&lt;br /&gt;7.30 pm ~ We reached Temerloh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;See!!! For that 2 days I never had enough sleep. Because I will either be in the car, or doing something else. Damn tired the day after that. Other than that, been photoshop-ing the pictures for 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Here are the pictures of next day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SvLAUf4LaSI/AAAAAAAAA0M/CWCmLSMT0xw/s1600-h/IMG_1015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SvLAUf4LaSI/AAAAAAAAA0M/CWCmLSMT0xw/s400/IMG_1015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400590361557690658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Denise and Mun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, need to start with a picture of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SvLAUidMjxI/AAAAAAAAA0U/3vYM41zsJmU/s1600-h/IMG_1017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SvLAUidMjxI/AAAAAAAAA0U/3vYM41zsJmU/s400/IMG_1017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400590362249826066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Teng, Veronica, Mun, Kylie and Denise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SvLAVFBx4OI/AAAAAAAAA0c/5IFVYKDJEx8/s1600-h/IMG_1022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SvLAVFBx4OI/AAAAAAAAA0c/5IFVYKDJEx8/s400/IMG_1022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400590371530072290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alas! He made it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Claps* *Claps* *Claps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SvLAVXWzPbI/AAAAAAAAA0k/acF9OAY10m0/s1600-h/IMG_1026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SvLAVXWzPbI/AAAAAAAAA0k/acF9OAY10m0/s400/IMG_1026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400590376450080178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SvLAVutIGJI/AAAAAAAAA0s/l6u2K-SrIqc/s1600-h/IMG_1032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SvLAVutIGJI/AAAAAAAAA0s/l6u2K-SrIqc/s400/IMG_1032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400590382717737106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The new couple ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SvLA2k3Bd5I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFVn2mjn3yI/s1600-h/IMG_1030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SvLA2k3Bd5I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFVn2mjn3yI/s400/IMG_1030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400590947010574226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yummy !! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Sluurrppsss*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SvLA20swAKI/AAAAAAAAA08/FPrmcz_CySY/s1600-h/IMG_1056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SvLA20swAKI/AAAAAAAAA08/FPrmcz_CySY/s400/IMG_1056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400590951262453922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ang Pao mari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SvLA3G8LltI/AAAAAAAAA1E/8UwxV_sNLq0/s1600-h/IMG_1057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SvLA3G8LltI/AAAAAAAAA1E/8UwxV_sNLq0/s400/IMG_1057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400590956159014610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cut Cut Cut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SvLA3biGkaI/AAAAAAAAA1M/XTx-lggF7-A/s1600-h/IMG_1060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SvLA3biGkaI/AAAAAAAAA1M/XTx-lggF7-A/s400/IMG_1060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400590961686778274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Bride's family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SvLBS0Ouu6I/AAAAAAAAA1c/y2k3wGYOfwg/s1600-h/IMG_1072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SvLBS0Ouu6I/AAAAAAAAA1c/y2k3wGYOfwg/s400/IMG_1072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400591432172878754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christine's family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SvLA3iXGl7I/AAAAAAAAA1U/CuKR1JKBj8g/s1600-h/IMG_1066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 352px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SvLA3iXGl7I/AAAAAAAAA1U/CuKR1JKBj8g/s400/IMG_1066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400590963519690674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SvLBTHc8_KI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6zElllMzY7s/s1600-h/IMG_1101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SvLBTHc8_KI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6zElllMzY7s/s400/IMG_1101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400591437332806818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At Sri Petaling ~ The sisters !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SvLBTe869uI/AAAAAAAAA1s/NRtmALHxY9Y/s1600-h/IMG_1105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SvLBTe869uI/AAAAAAAAA1s/NRtmALHxY9Y/s400/IMG_1105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400591443640907490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SvLBThuzCGI/AAAAAAAAA10/eNCCMkRGI5g/s1600-h/IMG_1112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SvLBThuzCGI/AAAAAAAAA10/eNCCMkRGI5g/s400/IMG_1112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400591444386973794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SvLBTykHfwI/AAAAAAAAA18/G6widwmeOZ4/s1600-h/IMG_1116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SvLBTykHfwI/AAAAAAAAA18/G6widwmeOZ4/s400/IMG_1116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400591448905580290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SvLB5f_zyXI/AAAAAAAAA2c/yUDSp7NN5ZQ/s1600-h/IMG_1138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SvLB5f_zyXI/AAAAAAAAA2c/yUDSp7NN5ZQ/s400/IMG_1138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400592096756484466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SvLB4g2yL0I/AAAAAAAAA2M/m439yRuM-f0/s1600-h/IMG_1135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SvLB4g2yL0I/AAAAAAAAA2M/m439yRuM-f0/s400/IMG_1135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400592079807196994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SvLB5IM_lHI/AAAAAAAAA2U/UJMBV0mF7zg/s1600-h/IMG_1137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SvLB5IM_lHI/AAAAAAAAA2U/UJMBV0mF7zg/s400/IMG_1137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400592090369332338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SvLB4Z_asPI/AAAAAAAAA2E/zl5funvfNZA/s1600-h/IMG_1134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SvLB4Z_asPI/AAAAAAAAA2E/zl5funvfNZA/s400/IMG_1134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400592077964357874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After a few days, Mei called me and told me that she forgot to give us the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ji-Mui's &lt;/span&gt;angpao as we were rushing back on that day. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Argghh! I will have extra to spend if she remembered to give me. But, never mind-lah, it's their once in a life-time moment. Forgive them :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;esineDenise ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233568645168627775-4583455199448049725?l=deniseyanyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/feeds/4583455199448049725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233568645168627775&amp;postID=4583455199448049725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/4583455199448049725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/4583455199448049725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/2009/11/mei-and-lims-wedding.html' title='Mei and Lim&apos;s Wedding ♥'/><author><name>*esineDenise*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SvKwid7C4NI/AAAAAAAAAx0/vad-WU0ZALk/s72-c/IMG_0897.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-2922745429004300204</id><published>2009-11-03T02:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T03:08:57.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bar B Q Plaza</title><content type='html'>Did I blog about Bar B Q (BBQ) Plaza before? I think not. So, I think I am gonna blog about my favourite (not only me, but also Biu Gor as well as Boon) dinner spot if I visit Berjaya Times Square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I would like to introduce the BBQ pan (I got this picture from an old folder. Hence lack of color and also watermark) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SvAFQP4rKII/AAAAAAAAAw0/dHLfX8Pqscg/s1600-h/DSC02221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SvAFQP4rKII/AAAAAAAAAw0/dHLfX8Pqscg/s400/DSC02221.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399821729917511810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then, the rice and the very important sauce. The sauce is mixed with garlic as well as chilli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SvAFQ0dqZpI/AAAAAAAAAxE/IbpDmt9F9dg/s1600-h/IMG_0820+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SvAFQ0dqZpI/AAAAAAAAAxE/IbpDmt9F9dg/s400/IMG_0820+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399821739736327826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our must have - The Pork Set. This is the Economy Pork Set, enough for 2 person. But, if Biu Gor and Boon are there, we will other 2 sets of this. They also have Family Set, but they mix it with a lot of chicken and seafoods, hence decreasing the amount of pork given. So, we like to order this, because it is purely pork!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SvAFRPC-6fI/AAAAAAAAAxM/jqYASd1-HPw/s1600-h/IMG_0810+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SvAFRPC-6fI/AAAAAAAAAxM/jqYASd1-HPw/s400/IMG_0810+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399821746872183282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The additional food, Bacon. Yes, it is pork, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SvAFRiLHTII/AAAAAAAAAxU/Bh2do1tsE6s/s1600-h/IMG_0813+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SvAFRiLHTII/AAAAAAAAAxU/Bh2do1tsE6s/s400/IMG_0813+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399821752006560898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Let us teach you how to eat. First, put the lard on the pan to let the oil wet the pan. The oil is use to cook the pork later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SvAKWH_mDnI/AAAAAAAAAxc/1kEwHAOfxEo/s1600-h/IMG_0800+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SvAKWH_mDnI/AAAAAAAAAxc/1kEwHAOfxEo/s400/IMG_0800+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399827328436407922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do it like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SvAKWT3SR3I/AAAAAAAAAxk/6bP05Qm00CM/s1600-h/IMG_0803+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SvAKWT3SR3I/AAAAAAAAAxk/6bP05Qm00CM/s400/IMG_0803+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399827331622782834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is how it looks like when we BBQ the pork on the pan. Plus, we can also add the vegetables into the soup to make the soup taste sweeter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SvAFQbb3RPI/AAAAAAAAAw8/GSYCoSIYEIg/s1600-h/IMG_0818+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SvAFQbb3RPI/AAAAAAAAAw8/GSYCoSIYEIg/s400/IMG_0818+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399821733017896178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green Tea is what we always order. Because it is bottomless!! You can also choose to have it hot or cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SvAKWvu84PI/AAAAAAAAAxs/8vpXVTGpvB8/s1600-h/IMG_0827+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SvAKWvu84PI/AAAAAAAAAxs/8vpXVTGpvB8/s400/IMG_0827+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399827339104018674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, guys and girls! That's all about my introduction for BBQ Plaza. Wanna have a try? It's on the 3rd Floor in Berjaya Times Square. They also have branches in Sunwa Pyramid and One Utama. Go google it! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WE LurVE BBQ PLAZA !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;esineDenise ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233568645168627775-2922745429004300204?l=deniseyanyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/feeds/2922745429004300204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233568645168627775&amp;postID=2922745429004300204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/2922745429004300204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/2922745429004300204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/2009/11/bar-b-q-plaza.html' title='Bar B Q Plaza'/><author><name>*esineDenise*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SvAFQP4rKII/AAAAAAAAAw0/dHLfX8Pqscg/s72-c/DSC02221.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-3095557967487891380</id><published>2009-10-31T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T04:41:00.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BF's Burfdae Celebration ♥</title><content type='html'>A simple and late celebration of BF's birthday at Pizza Hut in our hometown. No cakes, no birthday bash, no guests but with a few slices of pizza. Cozy and warm :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SurTLUjE3WI/AAAAAAAAAv8/O23izCz6uPo/s1600-h/IMG_0733+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SurTLUjE3WI/AAAAAAAAAv8/O23izCz6uPo/s400/IMG_0733+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398359294804811106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The birthday boy aka the BF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SurTLpYPvJI/AAAAAAAAAwE/gY32fdXj3Cc/s1600-h/IMG_0740+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SurTLpYPvJI/AAAAAAAAAwE/gY32fdXj3Cc/s400/IMG_0740+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398359300396530834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The BF's GF aka Me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SurTL_UiT9I/AAAAAAAAAwM/4pQlzH0ul5U/s1600-h/IMG_0730+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SurTL_UiT9I/AAAAAAAAAwM/4pQlzH0ul5U/s400/IMG_0730+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398359306286550994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;His favourite mushroom soup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SurTMewi4kI/AAAAAAAAAwc/C--LBz75jvI/s1600-h/IMG_0744+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SurTMewi4kI/AAAAAAAAAwc/C--LBz75jvI/s400/IMG_0744+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398359314725528130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Pizza~Hawaiian Supreme ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SurWOM5feXI/AAAAAAAAAws/MjzY14B3Pk4/s1600-h/IMG_0731+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SurWOM5feXI/AAAAAAAAAws/MjzY14B3Pk4/s400/IMG_0731+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398362642825836914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Extra dish~Regular Hut Platter &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SurUFXVczCI/AAAAAAAAAwk/Qr7DVVD5_Ps/s1600-h/IMG_0746+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SurUFXVczCI/AAAAAAAAAwk/Qr7DVVD5_Ps/s400/IMG_0746+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398360291985378338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Slice of pizza on my plate ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Even though it's only a simple dinner, yet it gave us the best-est memory of all. On that particular day I did not manage to prepare any present as there's nothing that can be bought in Temerloh. So, I waited until Deepavali, where I followed Boon to KL to move back all our things plus shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a white colour polo shirt froom Hang Ten and a packet of his favourite chocolate cookies from Famous Amos and gave him the next week as his birthday present (No photos. So sorry, as no time to snap one) PLUS a love letter. Wua ha ha ha! Romantic de-neh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I feel birthday will be meaningless if there are no presents. No matter how big or small the presents are, it represents the heart and wish of the sender. Anyway, I am glad he like the shirt I bought, and it fits well too!! (I have such good taste, do I?) ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next post will be my dearest cousin sister, Mei's wedding celebration! See ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;esineDenise ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233568645168627775-3095557967487891380?l=deniseyanyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/feeds/3095557967487891380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233568645168627775&amp;postID=3095557967487891380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/3095557967487891380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/3095557967487891380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/2009/10/bfs-burfdae-celebration.html' title='BF&apos;s Burfdae Celebration ♥'/><author><name>*esineDenise*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SurTLUjE3WI/AAAAAAAAAv8/O23izCz6uPo/s72-c/IMG_0733+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-2008536880203071868</id><published>2009-10-30T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T04:04:23.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Masks! Masks! Masks!</title><content type='html'>Been addicted to masks nowadays. Thanks to Boon. Every time she bought a new range of masks, she will give me 1 piece and ask me to try it. Surprisingly, it gave out good results. So, what stops me from buying this masks at RM 2.80 per piece? (Cheap not?) Let me introduce the range of masks I chosen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SurEYCijioI/AAAAAAAAAuk/KDNFmfAJHr8/s1600-h/IMG_0872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SurEYCijioI/AAAAAAAAAuk/KDNFmfAJHr8/s400/IMG_0872.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398343020634671746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;♥Pearl Extract♥&lt;br /&gt;(I tried this, my face feels smooth after trying it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SurEYdky92I/AAAAAAAAAus/9GR5qTgIwmg/s1600-h/IMG_0873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SurEYdky92I/AAAAAAAAAus/9GR5qTgIwmg/s400/IMG_0873.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398343027891828578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;♥Collagen+Menthol Extract♥&lt;br /&gt;(Haven't try. Should be cool cool gua)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SurEYlYGoRI/AAAAAAAAAu0/OEJEDcIttnk/s1600-h/IMG_0874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SurEYlYGoRI/AAAAAAAAAu0/OEJEDcIttnk/s400/IMG_0874.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398343029986074898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;♥Ginseng Extract♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SurEY2aYLVI/AAAAAAAAAu8/VXtdiLrh-E8/s1600-h/IMG_0875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SurEY2aYLVI/AAAAAAAAAu8/VXtdiLrh-E8/s400/IMG_0875.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398343034559016274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;♥L-Ascorbic Acid♥&lt;br /&gt;(I really don't know L stands for what)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SurEZF4Q1cI/AAAAAAAAAvE/91De2dOaK6Q/s1600-h/IMG_0876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SurEZF4Q1cI/AAAAAAAAAvE/91De2dOaK6Q/s400/IMG_0876.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398343038710896066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;♥Bird's Nest + Collagen♥&lt;br /&gt;(So Geng ?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SurE5u3O2RI/AAAAAAAAAvU/wHHkqyomg6A/s1600-h/IMG_0867+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SurE5u3O2RI/AAAAAAAAAvU/wHHkqyomg6A/s400/IMG_0867+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398343599468239122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;♥Bacillus Ferment♥&lt;br /&gt;(I tried this yesterday. Nice! Plus I like the colour of the packaging)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SurE5x1_CaI/AAAAAAAAAvc/gwAZvduXWBk/s1600-h/IMG_0868+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SurE5x1_CaI/AAAAAAAAAvc/gwAZvduXWBk/s400/IMG_0868+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398343600268315042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;♥Milk Extract♥&lt;br /&gt;(Put on this a day before Mei's wedding so that my face look shiny and smooth!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SurE6FdikcI/AAAAAAAAAvk/5rosDcAh6qY/s1600-h/IMG_0869+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SurE6FdikcI/AAAAAAAAAvk/5rosDcAh6qY/s400/IMG_0869+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398343605534495170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;♥Osmosoft♥&lt;br /&gt;(Have no idea it means what)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SurE6WlDbFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/abMsR4Y7MSk/s1600-h/IMG_0870+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SurE6WlDbFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/abMsR4Y7MSk/s400/IMG_0870+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398343610129411154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;♥Green Tea Extract♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SurFBtt5jOI/AAAAAAAAAv0/V0dfVlNQx30/s1600-h/IMG_0871+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SurFBtt5jOI/AAAAAAAAAv0/V0dfVlNQx30/s400/IMG_0871+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398343736599612642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;♥Q10 Collagen♥&lt;br /&gt;(For a firmer skin gua)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SurE5XpxsEI/AAAAAAAAAvM/8jc8OEe-Rps/s1600-h/IMG_0866+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SurE5XpxsEI/AAAAAAAAAvM/8jc8OEe-Rps/s400/IMG_0866+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398343593237786690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;♥My Collections !!♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;esineDenise ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233568645168627775-2008536880203071868?l=deniseyanyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/feeds/2008536880203071868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233568645168627775&amp;postID=2008536880203071868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/2008536880203071868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/2008536880203071868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/2009/10/masks-masks-masks.html' title='Masks! Masks! Masks!'/><author><name>*esineDenise*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SurEYCijioI/AAAAAAAAAuk/KDNFmfAJHr8/s72-c/IMG_0872.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-3109842960969178400</id><published>2009-10-28T02:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T09:26:03.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sri Petaling's Dim Sum</title><content type='html'>I always heard from others that Sri Petaling's dimsum is one of the best. Even though I had been staying in Sri Petaling for 3 years, seriously I don't always go to eat dimsum. I know there is one restaurant which is famous for it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gai Wo Bao&lt;/span&gt; and I had only been there twice. The second time I was there, I managed to snap some of the dimsum pictures. So, let's the photos do the talking, as I am very the lazy to type :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sum5Rz_drXI/AAAAAAAAAtc/HfWSY5VLbqw/s1600-h/IMG_0772+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sum5Rz_drXI/AAAAAAAAAtc/HfWSY5VLbqw/s400/IMG_0772+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398049344045559154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Known as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gai Wo Bao&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(it's a Lo Mai Gai wrapped in bao)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sum5SIpDM-I/AAAAAAAAAtk/nPbP7NnnccA/s1600-h/IMG_0774+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 325px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sum5SIpDM-I/AAAAAAAAAtk/nPbP7NnnccA/s400/IMG_0774+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398049349588693986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture is to let you clearly how it looks like *saliva dripping*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sum5StIB1mI/AAAAAAAAAt0/ou6HSbYJ8kc/s1600-h/IMG_0777+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 322px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sum5StIB1mI/AAAAAAAAAt0/ou6HSbYJ8kc/s400/IMG_0777+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398049359382304354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As usual, the Siu Mai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sum5SaM1zFI/AAAAAAAAAts/1JHHuSvmvWw/s1600-h/IMG_0776+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sum5SaM1zFI/AAAAAAAAAts/1JHHuSvmvWw/s400/IMG_0776+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398049354302213202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shrimp DimSum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sum5S2jYp3I/AAAAAAAAAt8/MaeJ25-eK9E/s1600-h/IMG_0778+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 310px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sum5S2jYp3I/AAAAAAAAAt8/MaeJ25-eK9E/s400/IMG_0778+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398049361912964978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fishball&lt;br /&gt;(For me, it does not taste good :( )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sum5eUi9egI/AAAAAAAAAuE/Qnj3MUGcVCw/s1600-h/IMG_0781+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sum5eUi9egI/AAAAAAAAAuE/Qnj3MUGcVCw/s400/IMG_0781+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398049558942808578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wu Kok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sum50Jl3ZQI/AAAAAAAAAuU/D__S4RTAI9I/s1600-h/IMG_0782+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sum50Jl3ZQI/AAAAAAAAAuU/D__S4RTAI9I/s400/IMG_0782+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398049933959324930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The inside of Wu Kok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SunBH8Ph-iI/AAAAAAAAAuc/85cQLV4a9V8/s1600-h/IMG_0779+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SunBH8Ph-iI/AAAAAAAAAuc/85cQLV4a9V8/s400/IMG_0779+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398057970554763810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It has shrimp inside too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As can be seen from the picture, I personally favors DimSum with shrimps. I don't eat normal Siu Mai. Hahahaha. Well, that's for this post, introducing Sri Petaling's DimSum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;p/s: Forgive me as I do not have the habit to take down the info of the restaurants and post it in my blog :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233568645168627775-3109842960969178400?l=deniseyanyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/feeds/3109842960969178400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233568645168627775&amp;postID=3109842960969178400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/3109842960969178400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/3109842960969178400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/2009/10/sri-petalings-dim-sum.html' title='Sri Petaling&apos;s Dim Sum'/><author><name>*esineDenise*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sum5Rz_drXI/AAAAAAAAAtc/HfWSY5VLbqw/s72-c/IMG_0772+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-3005395395176298556</id><published>2009-10-07T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T00:49:16.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What else is better than....</title><content type='html'>... sitting at home, enjoying a piece of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Ss2R956ls1I/AAAAAAAAAs0/MYoi4Nn7_tg/s1600-h/IMG_0631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Ss2R956ls1I/AAAAAAAAAs0/MYoi4Nn7_tg/s400/IMG_0631.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390124821736960850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cake from Secret Recipe !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What cake ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Ss2R-WCMsJI/AAAAAAAAAs8/LL47rFloNZc/s1600-h/IMG_0634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Ss2R-WCMsJI/AAAAAAAAAs8/LL47rFloNZc/s400/IMG_0634.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390124829285068946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="down" 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);"&gt;&lt;img src="img/blank.gif" alt="Align Left" class="gl_align_left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My favourite Chocolate Strawberry !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ooh, I missed this cake so much. I had forgotten when is the last time I ate this cake. So, when I know Kylie is going to Secret Recipe to celebrate her friend's birthday I forced her to bring back this cake for me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, well, well. These few days me and my sisters are obsessed with Facebook games. I am even worst. I play 3 games at 1 time. Thanks to my BF who keep challenged me (If he did not challenge me, I won't be so dedicated in upgrading all my levels =.=). These are the games I played currently:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Ss2R-zxfnbI/AAAAAAAAAtE/xuU_ENlqPG0/s1600-h/untitled1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Ss2R-zxfnbI/AAAAAAAAAtE/xuU_ENlqPG0/s400/untitled1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390124837268069810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Restaurant City&lt;br /&gt;(Obssessively upgrading the levels. This is the only game that I am way ahead of my BF)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Ss2R_mCyRAI/AAAAAAAAAtU/s5mK4BEUfis/s1600-h/untitled3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Ss2R_mCyRAI/AAAAAAAAAtU/s5mK4BEUfis/s400/untitled3.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390124850762368002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Farmville&lt;br /&gt;(I wanted to make my farm look pretty, but I think it takes time for me to harvest everything and plant it all over again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Ss2R_X_xeGI/AAAAAAAAAtM/-ACDlakLYAc/s1600-h/untitled2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Ss2R_X_xeGI/AAAAAAAAAtM/-ACDlakLYAc/s400/untitled2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390124846991636578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pet Society&lt;br /&gt;(I had played this games for such a long time, but still I am still behind my BF. Frust!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That's all the thing I am currently doing now. Feeding my workers, planting tress and shopping. Deepavali is next week, and I am not sure whether our (me and Boon) plans are still on as so many things had happened recently (No, it's not about me and Boon, I swear!). The week after Deepavali will be my "sugar" sister, May's wedding. The 1st wedding ceremony of the Wong's family! I bet it will be grand (Duh, I still have not figure out what am I going to wear on the morning and as well as dinner at night). Hope there will be lotsa picture to blog about, and also dresses for me to wear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;esineDenise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233568645168627775-3005395395176298556?l=deniseyanyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/feeds/3005395395176298556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233568645168627775&amp;postID=3005395395176298556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/3005395395176298556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/3005395395176298556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-else-is-better-than.html' title='What else is better than....'/><author><name>*esineDenise*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Ss2R956ls1I/AAAAAAAAAs0/MYoi4Nn7_tg/s72-c/IMG_0631.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-2317527695518759550</id><published>2009-10-01T03:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T05:03:03.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Me Life</title><content type='html'>In me life (till the day I am living now), I really don't have many friends around me. I know it's because of my own attitude. I am a very self-conscious person, do not talk to strangers, do not mix well in newly joined groups, does not talk much, bla..bla..and bla. Ya, ya, ya it's all my problem. From primary school, until I finish my degree, my ten fingers are enough to count it all :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the Zoo Gang (I am lucky to know them since primary):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jumbo♥the generous one plus the one who can joke around within the group and make everyone happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hippo♥is known as Hippo because of it's size :) Together with Jumbo, they will make the group laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penyu♥gather once awhile with him, shares secrets with him and I can say he is the one within the group who understands me the most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beaver♥has beaver teeth,expert in tennis and tell dirty jokes alot. We missed him alot when he migrated ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mammoth♥an extinct animal :) Organized sleep-overs, parties, gatherings alot with her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Mac♥I know this is not an animal, it's the food for the Zoo Gang. Petite, and soft. Laughed alot together with her (sometimes without reason) in the class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SsSaMJEbb2I/AAAAAAAAAss/RHSCSW-AiRs/s1600-h/friendship131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SsSaMJEbb2I/AAAAAAAAAss/RHSCSW-AiRs/s320/friendship131.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387600587625557858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, moving on to Secondary, I get to know:&lt;br /&gt;D the Listener♥I shared alot secrets with her (even crushes and ex's), goes to her house during CNY and finish up all the biscuits,dance together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J the Mother♥I'm sorry to call her this, but she is the one who will nag and nag and nag if we had done something improper. But now, she is not around to nag us as she's located in oversea now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R the Teaser♥I did not get to know him well during school time, but eventually I don't know how but we became close after we leave the school (thanks to MSN)! Will come out once awhile if we are in hometown, and exchange news&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N the Companion♥She accompanied me throughout the journey of walking back after class, ate lunch together. We lost contact for awhile, but meet again during college. How awesome is that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S the Big Baby♥Naive, funny, speak through her heart. Always get scolding from us because she just cannot grow up!The age is increasing year by year but her personality remains at the baby stage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T the Bird♥Can't stop talking and tease people when he opens his mouth. Oh, and also my ex-neighbour when I was small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, these are not the only friends I make throughout my secondary school life. It's just that these are the ones who I had been keeping in-touch till now :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SsSaLEVjloI/AAAAAAAAAsc/RB4X2a_H8ZM/s1600-h/friendship.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SsSaLEVjloI/AAAAAAAAAsc/RB4X2a_H8ZM/s320/friendship.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387600569175348866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Secondary Low and High, I moved on to college and get to know the IBM gang :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.D♥the classmates since Year 2, and had been sticking with her till the last day of the exam. I miss you girl, we really should meet up soon ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S.K♥the shy one in class, but when you really get to know her, she is not as shy as you think. Plus, she always bring laughter to us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z.R♥the intelligent one. Normally, we only speak intelligent things when he is around. But, it don't hurt to joke once awhile in the class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than IBM, I got to know:&lt;br /&gt;Biu Gor♥laughs alot with him. A great friend to be around and bring sunshine to others life.One of the Makan gang. Never take and always give. I am glad that I get to know such great person :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamesi♥the potential leader among us. Always organize trips and gatherings for us. Help us to keep in touch once awhile, if not always :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultraman♥Never hesitate to help, always be there when anyone needs him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei Jem Jem♥the enemy in the class.Fight too much and cause the lecturers to misunderstand that we are a couple (touch wood!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Lui♥the 1st person I get to know when I just joined college (she is my roommate back then). Hardworking is the only word to describe her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SsSaLodqmWI/AAAAAAAAAsk/c9RDqZk8nWw/s1600-h/friendship2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SsSaLodqmWI/AAAAAAAAAsk/c9RDqZk8nWw/s320/friendship2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387600578873039202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I get to know some great friends through the Internet as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Ju♥We met in ICQ and then MSN and then Friendster and of course now Facebook. The 1st get together was few years back, after I known him for almost 5 years through the net. We come out once awhile to chat, gossips, and exchange dramas. Is a good listener, as well as a good entertainer. I am glad our friendship can last till now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoon♥Known him through Friendster, and we met up after a year chatting through MSN. A great guy, hardworking and smart :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mason♥A brother in the Internet. Always gives advices like my dad. Never met him before though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To conclude, I want to clarify all the above are not my only friends. But, I just want to say these people above had contributed to the changes in my life. I will never be me, without them.Thank you guys, for giving sunshine in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;esineDenise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233568645168627775-2317527695518759550?l=deniseyanyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/feeds/2317527695518759550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233568645168627775&amp;postID=2317527695518759550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/2317527695518759550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/2317527695518759550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-me-life.html' title='In Me Life'/><author><name>*esineDenise*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SsSaMJEbb2I/AAAAAAAAAss/RHSCSW-AiRs/s72-c/friendship131.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-1129930939372997680</id><published>2009-09-07T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T06:02:02.425-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><title type='text'>Shop, Shop and Shop</title><content type='html'>Every time when me and Boon went for shopping, we definitely will not go home with empty hands (is this good, or bad?) 2 days before my graduation, I drag Boon along with me to go and shop for clothes that I am going to wear during the graduation ceremony. Well, as usual I always ended up buying other things as well :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SqJS_IYIhLI/AAAAAAAAAr0/7ggGmU-v0vY/s1600-h/DSC05111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SqJS_IYIhLI/AAAAAAAAAr0/7ggGmU-v0vY/s400/DSC05111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377952149567734962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bought this "Papaya Shape" dress in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Can't control myself as it's half-price !!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SqJS_hnnbaI/AAAAAAAAAr8/Z46UPBV13_w/s1600-h/DSC05112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SqJS_hnnbaI/AAAAAAAAAr8/Z46UPBV13_w/s400/DSC05112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377952156343561634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bought this half transparent blouse in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nichii &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I wore this on my graduation ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The other day when we went to Mid Valley, we passed by World of Fengshui and tempted to go in as they are having big sales. Well, you know what's the conclusion. Both of us bought crystal bracelets which have 60% discount on it! How rare is it, right????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SqJS_5FCOLI/AAAAAAAAAsE/gehPQppyfF0/s1600-h/DSCF0416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SqJS_5FCOLI/AAAAAAAAAsE/gehPQppyfF0/s400/DSCF0416.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377952162640967858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My white crystal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SqJTASOSAdI/AAAAAAAAAsM/xkm5xP9Yt5Q/s1600-h/DSCF0417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SqJTASOSAdI/AAAAAAAAAsM/xkm5xP9Yt5Q/s400/DSCF0417.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377952169390637522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As usual, the crystal lover bought 2 bracelets, red crystal and smokey black crystal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SqJTA2_zfdI/AAAAAAAAAsU/ObzO23XheEw/s1600-h/DSCF0419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SqJTA2_zfdI/AAAAAAAAAsU/ObzO23XheEw/s400/DSCF0419.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377952179262029266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Flourite Stones (assorted colours)&lt;br /&gt;Bought this for my mom as a birthday gift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;esineDenise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233568645168627775-1129930939372997680?l=deniseyanyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/feeds/1129930939372997680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233568645168627775&amp;postID=1129930939372997680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/1129930939372997680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/1129930939372997680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/2009/09/shop-shop-and-shop.html' title='Shop, Shop and Shop'/><author><name>*esineDenise*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SqJS_IYIhLI/AAAAAAAAAr0/7ggGmU-v0vY/s72-c/DSC05111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-2261539432982396449</id><published>2009-09-06T03:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T06:02:28.066-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><title type='text'>After my Graduation...I did...</title><content type='html'>... alot of things in KL. But mostly it will be associated with foods. Haha!! We (me and Boon) went to find Fai Fai for a lunch together, and we decided to eat in Pepper Lunch, Pavillion. I heard about this restaurant from one of my friend in Australia, and I guess this is the only branch in Malaysia. We were so lucky, as they had started the lunch promotion !!!! It's quite cheap (well, don't expect too much in Pavillion)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SqI8vkahBiI/AAAAAAAAAqc/1F9N93975ZM/s1600-h/DSC05049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SqI8vkahBiI/AAAAAAAAAqc/1F9N93975ZM/s400/DSC05049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377927692960204322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our reservation number&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SqI8wFpkwQI/AAAAAAAAAqk/Jr8KF-ntmEU/s1600-h/DSC05054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SqI8wFpkwQI/AAAAAAAAAqk/Jr8KF-ntmEU/s400/DSC05054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377927701881733378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Chicken Pepper set which cost RM 12.80/ set&lt;br /&gt;It comes together with a drink, ice lemon tea or orange juice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SqI8wYv27yI/AAAAAAAAAqs/j7pAG-HgNBc/s1600-h/DSC05056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SqI8wYv27yI/AAAAAAAAAqs/j7pAG-HgNBc/s400/DSC05056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377927707008364322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fai Fai's Cut Steak with Egg cost RM 16.80/set&lt;br /&gt;(Comes together with drinks, and also rice or soup)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SqI8w-VsYRI/AAAAAAAAAq0/o-p1mR_Wi9w/s1600-h/DSC05057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SqI8w-VsYRI/AAAAAAAAAq0/o-p1mR_Wi9w/s400/DSC05057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377927717099168018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Boon's Hamburger Steak which also cost RM 16.80/set&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SqI8xcsjPEI/AAAAAAAAAq8/dlSKJ-pF81o/s1600-h/DSC05059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SqI8xcsjPEI/AAAAAAAAAq8/dlSKJ-pF81o/s400/DSC05059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377927725248101442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How the whole set looks like. Tempting, isn't it ? *saliva dripping*&lt;br /&gt;(Comes together with drinks, and also rice or soup)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After the lunch, me and Boon continue our journey of shopping!! After a long day of shopping, we found a place to give our legs a rest, the newly opened Food and Tea Restaurant in Sg. Wang. The decorations are way beautiful than the one in Times Square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SqJKw14NcsI/AAAAAAAAArs/-S_3udTuFtw/s1600-h/DSC05079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SqJKw14NcsI/AAAAAAAAArs/-S_3udTuFtw/s400/DSC05079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377943107990811330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our usuals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(my Tong Yuen, Boon's Guai Ling Gou in Green Bean soup, and not forgetting the newly introduced Jelly Puding with Ice-Cream on-top)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So happen Cold Storage is having the Japanese Fair again (I started to like Japanese Snacks after I tried their Soy Flavor Rice Biscuit) thus, we purchased, this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SqJApivbRQI/AAAAAAAAArM/FPiD7iu21Mg/s1600-h/DSCF0367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SqJApivbRQI/AAAAAAAAArM/FPiD7iu21Mg/s400/DSCF0367.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377931987478332674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Strawberry flavor Pucca Pretzel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SqJAqK5mesI/AAAAAAAAArU/4vl7ZDCgTr0/s1600-h/DSCF0369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SqJAqK5mesI/AAAAAAAAArU/4vl7ZDCgTr0/s400/DSCF0369.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377931998258428610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Double Choco Pucca Pretzel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SqJAqrc_bLI/AAAAAAAAArc/Ek8rnePmGNI/s1600-h/DSCF0372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SqJAqrc_bLI/AAAAAAAAArc/Ek8rnePmGNI/s400/DSCF0372.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377932006996798642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Coffee-Sugar Flavor Rice Biscuit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AND MY FAVOURITE&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SqJAqw2ogsI/AAAAAAAAArk/sj-Axz6f6e4/s1600-h/DSCF0373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SqJAqw2ogsI/AAAAAAAAArk/sj-Axz6f6e4/s400/DSCF0373.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377932008446526146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;THE SOY FLAVOR RICE BISCUIT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt that I am the happiest person in the world when I was chewing all these delicious snacks while watching the latest TVB drama, 仁心解码 in a very, very cold air-conditioned room aka Boon's room (of course, when she is busy-ing in the college). Wuahahahaaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;esineDenise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233568645168627775-2261539432982396449?l=deniseyanyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/feeds/2261539432982396449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233568645168627775&amp;postID=2261539432982396449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/2261539432982396449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/2261539432982396449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/2009/09/after-my-graduationi-did.html' title='After my Graduation...I did...'/><author><name>*esineDenise*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SqI8vkahBiI/AAAAAAAAAqc/1F9N93975ZM/s72-c/DSC05049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-5722285714376641191</id><published>2009-09-04T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T00:13:02.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My new Camera !!</title><content type='html'>I had bought a new camera!!!! Well, precisely is my dad who bought the camera :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, let me introduce the old camera of mine. It's Sony Cyber-shot DSC-S40 (I only know the model of this camera when I wanted to Google for the picture to put it her) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pai-seh&lt;/span&gt;. We bought it during our trip to Penang, like 3 years back. It was kept in the cupboard, until recently when I wanted to take it out to use it on my graduation day, I found out it's spoilt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SqD_dfJu2CI/AAAAAAAAAqM/QePPaG0EZfg/s1600-h/sony_dsc_s40_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 337px; height: 375px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SqD_dfJu2CI/AAAAAAAAAqM/QePPaG0EZfg/s400/sony_dsc_s40_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377578837123979298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's not that now only I realized it's spoiled &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;, I know it long time ago. Technically, it's not spoilt like spoilt till cannot on the camera. Just the lense had a bit of problem, where every picture I took is in a "rough" state. Who wants to keep a blur picture of the once-in-a lifetime ceremony??!! It's too late to fix it, as graduation is around the corner! Thus, the idea of purchasing a new camera came into mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, the story comes into an end, when my mom managed to borrow a camera from my dad's friend. A Fujifilm camera. It's a newly bought camera as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SqEB9tJqY6I/AAAAAAAAAqU/0JoTCHdfBAA/s1600-h/fujifilm_z33wp_green.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 246px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SqEB9tJqY6I/AAAAAAAAAqU/0JoTCHdfBAA/s400/fujifilm_z33wp_green.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377581589660853154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very stressful to handle new thing, especially when it's belong to someone else. But, this camera managed to capture attention of some people, as the colour is so bright! I got to keep this camera for almost 2 weeks, and I had used to have a camera with me everywhere I go! Especially during outings and food-searching with my best buddy, Boon! Finally, it's time to return the camera back to the owner. Sad :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, the intention of buying a new camera popped into my mind again! *Giggles* I had been thoroughly searching information of respective camera, but one brand keep sticked into my mind, Canon. Both me and Kylie felt in love with Canon cameras after we get to use Fai@Fai's camera. It's clear, and stylish, and...and.. well..NICE !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was comparing both Canon Ixus 100 with Canon Ixus 110. Both have same specifications, with the only difference is Canon Ixus 110 can capture wide-screen pictures with a price different of extra RM 200. So, I make a decision to choose Canon Ixus 100 and convey my decision to dad :D&lt;br /&gt;Welcoming my new camera....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta-da !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SqD-1Hfn46I/AAAAAAAAAp8/DyICmBQHuww/s1600-h/10134-ixus100isfsl500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SqD-1Hfn46I/AAAAAAAAAp8/DyICmBQHuww/s400/10134-ixus100isfsl500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377578143578579874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Front View&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SqD-1i7WZOI/AAAAAAAAAqE/atbSbWWHsys/s1600-h/canon-ixus-100-is-back.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 380px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SqD-1i7WZOI/AAAAAAAAAqE/atbSbWWHsys/s400/canon-ixus-100-is-back.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377578150942631138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Back View&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nice or not? Nice or not? It's Stylish Black in colour !!!! So yeng leh !!! Okay, some brief information of the specification of my new camera:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥Black Colour&lt;br /&gt;♥12.1 Mega Pixels&lt;br /&gt;♥3x Zoom&lt;br /&gt;♥2.5" Pure II LCD&lt;br /&gt;♥Features like i-Contrast, Face Self Timer, Blink Detection [&gt;&lt;]&lt;br /&gt;♥DIGIC 4 Imaging Processor&lt;br /&gt;♥Different mode of shooting eg. Auto, Portrait, Night Snapshot, Kids &amp;amp; Pets, Indoor, Sunset, Fireworks, Long Shutter, Beach, Underwater, Aquarium, Foliage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, well, well. I think that's all for now. Am busy trying out my new camera now ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;esineDenise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233568645168627775-5722285714376641191?l=deniseyanyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/feeds/5722285714376641191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233568645168627775&amp;postID=5722285714376641191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/5722285714376641191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/5722285714376641191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-new-camera.html' title='My new Camera !!'/><author><name>*esineDenise*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SqD_dfJu2CI/AAAAAAAAAqM/QePPaG0EZfg/s72-c/sony_dsc_s40_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-2124116017634298766</id><published>2009-09-02T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T06:21:14.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh my, it's my GRADUATION !</title><content type='html'>Oh my, oh my, been neglecting my blog for one whole month. Been busy doing many things on the month of August. What is the thing? It's the month of my graduation !! Yay!! So let the pictures do the talking (will upload the pic in medium size so that it is easier to load) !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sp5dDNpeWPI/AAAAAAAAAnE/OGA-h8FGfWM/s1600-h/DSCF0183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sp5dDNpeWPI/AAAAAAAAAnE/OGA-h8FGfWM/s320/DSCF0183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376837314911557874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me, fully dressed with my robe ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sp5dDtP5whI/AAAAAAAAAnM/YrFuPOgX4yQ/s1600-h/DSCF0187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sp5dDtP5whI/AAAAAAAAAnM/YrFuPOgX4yQ/s320/DSCF0187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376837323394236946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With Dad and Mom outside the Grand Ballroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sp5arcG50-I/AAAAAAAAAls/ieVLKt7EpdM/s1600-h/5251_113311439561_639654561_2385415_6116170_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sp5arcG50-I/AAAAAAAAAls/ieVLKt7EpdM/s320/5251_113311439561_639654561_2385415_6116170_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376834707452974050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With dearest Biu Gor aka FaiFai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sp5deDKhATI/AAAAAAAAAnk/3pFO1vpHZto/s1600-h/DSCF0194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sp5deDKhATI/AAAAAAAAAnk/3pFO1vpHZto/s320/DSCF0194.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376837775953822002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With Jun Kit :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sp5dCgRIDnI/AAAAAAAAAm8/CVhQv2NTBeg/s1600-h/DSCF0179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sp5dCgRIDnI/AAAAAAAAAm8/CVhQv2NTBeg/s320/DSCF0179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376837302729838194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With the only male representative from IBM, Zaim !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sp5cmRBl4JI/AAAAAAAAAmU/2wgCADQ1cfY/s1600-h/6409_119931456798_638851798_2413153_6905165_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sp5cmRBl4JI/AAAAAAAAAmU/2wgCADQ1cfY/s320/6409_119931456798_638851798_2413153_6905165_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376836817601814674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With James James :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sp5d-GbFr8I/AAAAAAAAAok/FlKkymSKiGg/s1600-h/DSCF0242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sp5d-GbFr8I/AAAAAAAAAok/FlKkymSKiGg/s320/DSCF0242.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376838326584455106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With another UCTI-ian, Jeffrey and Big Bear Bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sp5fuiEr3UI/AAAAAAAAApk/eY0-CF1HgdQ/s1600-h/DSCF0257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sp5fuiEr3UI/AAAAAAAAApk/eY0-CF1HgdQ/s320/DSCF0257.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376840258152029506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With best buddy and housemate, Boon Boon :D&lt;br /&gt;(Thanks for coming just to take pictures ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sp5arJFo-6I/AAAAAAAAAlk/SgP7wgBr8c4/s1600-h/5251_113311409561_639654561_2385411_6908268_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sp5arJFo-6I/AAAAAAAAAlk/SgP7wgBr8c4/s320/5251_113311409561_639654561_2385411_6908268_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376834702347402146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The 5 Wonders !&lt;br /&gt;(Me, Biu Gor, Nicole, Junior Pan, Jun Kit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sp5aryTfO-I/AAAAAAAAAl0/i47PbHYz0_E/s1600-h/5251_113311649561_639654561_2385453_882237_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sp5aryTfO-I/AAAAAAAAAl0/i47PbHYz0_E/s320/5251_113311649561_639654561_2385453_882237_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376834713411337186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jet came and say Hi :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sp5asJEAFqI/AAAAAAAAAl8/BGh9iVcpk0w/s1600-h/5251_113311654561_639654561_2385454_5256208_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sp5asJEAFqI/AAAAAAAAAl8/BGh9iVcpk0w/s320/5251_113311654561_639654561_2385454_5256208_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376834719520396962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Makan Gang !!!&lt;br /&gt;(So, where is our next station ?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sp5cmytl5XI/AAAAAAAAAmc/o1Cvu_AZrIQ/s1600-h/6409_119931461798_638851798_2413154_530575_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sp5cmytl5XI/AAAAAAAAAmc/o1Cvu_AZrIQ/s320/6409_119931461798_638851798_2413154_530575_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376836826644735346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Us helping to promote APIIT-UCTI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sp5de2GlURI/AAAAAAAAAn0/aSRkFtVD1_s/s1600-h/DSCF0202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sp5de2GlURI/AAAAAAAAAn0/aSRkFtVD1_s/s320/DSCF0202.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376837789627535634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With Mr. Hew, the 2nd marker of my FYP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sp5degLlSmI/AAAAAAAAAns/jxuTKa14wXw/s1600-h/DSCF0199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sp5degLlSmI/AAAAAAAAAns/jxuTKa14wXw/s320/DSCF0199.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376837783742925410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I lurve this picture the most !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sp5asjeaT4I/AAAAAAAAAmE/mle43UA7LLo/s1600-h/5616_120291762865_584717865_2273863_1196444_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sp5asjeaT4I/AAAAAAAAAmE/mle43UA7LLo/s320/5616_120291762865_584717865_2273863_1196444_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376834726610489218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All the UCTI-ians with Prof. Les Trustum, the founder of UCTI !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sp5cl1l5b4I/AAAAAAAAAmM/MMHKoLFyZ_A/s1600-h/5616_120291792865_584717865_2273869_1984190_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sp5cl1l5b4I/AAAAAAAAAmM/MMHKoLFyZ_A/s320/5616_120291792865_584717865_2273869_1984190_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376836810237898626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yay! We finally graduated !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sp5dCXPdAII/AAAAAAAAAm0/SP6KN-IBTkE/s1600-h/6409_119931571798_638851798_2413172_7319526_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 263px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sp5dCXPdAII/AAAAAAAAAm0/SP6KN-IBTkE/s320/6409_119931571798_638851798_2413172_7319526_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376837300306903170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me, Boon Boon, Nicole and James&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sp5dff7blAI/AAAAAAAAAn8/FaPRtPn8Jdc/s1600-h/DSCF0210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sp5dff7blAI/AAAAAAAAAn8/FaPRtPn8Jdc/s320/DSCF0210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376837800855049218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With Zaim after taking our scrolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sp5d8mCXvYI/AAAAAAAAAoE/pVnjHCQ_XCc/s1600-h/DSCF0230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sp5d8mCXvYI/AAAAAAAAAoE/pVnjHCQ_XCc/s320/DSCF0230.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376838300710976898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me with my flower and scroll !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sp5dEaCXk5I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ptEWKWNjEQ8/s1600-h/DSCF0188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sp5dEaCXk5I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ptEWKWNjEQ8/s320/DSCF0188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376837335417066386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me, Biu Gor, Nicole and Jun Kit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sp5cngYyf5I/AAAAAAAAAmk/74M_20ni1Ns/s1600-h/6409_119931551798_638851798_2413168_1547143_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 276px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sp5cngYyf5I/AAAAAAAAAmk/74M_20ni1Ns/s320/6409_119931551798_638851798_2413168_1547143_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376836838905511826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With Boon Boon (ignore the fella behind us)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sp5coMX6enI/AAAAAAAAAms/QvuVRYv0m4k/s1600-h/6409_119931566798_638851798_2413171_2750639_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sp5coMX6enI/AAAAAAAAAms/QvuVRYv0m4k/s320/6409_119931566798_638851798_2413171_2750639_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376836850713000562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A picture of us with James James :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sp5d89wTw4I/AAAAAAAAAoM/UuJiCz50HzM/s1600-h/DSCF0232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sp5d89wTw4I/AAAAAAAAAoM/UuJiCz50HzM/s320/DSCF0232.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376838307077669762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kylie with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sp5d9-xXSvI/AAAAAAAAAoc/1EXNx-GC27I/s1600-h/DSCF0240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sp5d9-xXSvI/AAAAAAAAAoc/1EXNx-GC27I/s320/DSCF0240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376838324530399986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dad, Me and Mom inside the hall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sp5d9ZzLFfI/AAAAAAAAAoU/lATjN_c4WCU/s1600-h/DSCF0237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sp5d9ZzLFfI/AAAAAAAAAoU/lATjN_c4WCU/s320/DSCF0237.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376838314605876722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kylie, Me and Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sp5ft6xOSWI/AAAAAAAAApU/HF6foyof_Lg/s1600-h/DSCF0226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sp5ft6xOSWI/AAAAAAAAApU/HF6foyof_Lg/s320/DSCF0226.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376840247601416546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Family :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sp5fuNxBwbI/AAAAAAAAApc/I8MGPXaRyU4/s1600-h/DSCF0251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sp5fuNxBwbI/AAAAAAAAApc/I8MGPXaRyU4/s320/DSCF0251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376840252700869042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Throwing hat time !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sp5fu2pA_0I/AAAAAAAAAps/pSB0AFKVH1w/s1600-h/DSCF0260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sp5fu2pA_0I/AAAAAAAAAps/pSB0AFKVH1w/s320/DSCF0260.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376840263673118530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sp5fvTLuUsI/AAAAAAAAAp0/4XnFnv7mpbQ/s1600-h/DSCF0262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 271px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sp5fvTLuUsI/AAAAAAAAAp0/4XnFnv7mpbQ/s320/DSCF0262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376840271334888130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He is a very lucky guy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There goes the 3 years of my degree study life. I miss those study moments, though it's stressed and hectic I won't forget the sweats and tears that I had shared with my dearest classmates :) Hope to gather with you guys again soon. Love ya all !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;esineDenise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233568645168627775-2124116017634298766?l=deniseyanyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/feeds/2124116017634298766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233568645168627775&amp;postID=2124116017634298766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/2124116017634298766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/2124116017634298766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-my-its-my-graduation.html' title='oh my, it&apos;s my GRADUATION !'/><author><name>*esineDenise*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sp5dDNpeWPI/AAAAAAAAAnE/OGA-h8FGfWM/s72-c/DSCF0183.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-7769064820510325717</id><published>2009-08-03T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T01:34:37.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Pet Shop + Cute Doggies</title><content type='html'>As had been promised..the doggie post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 months ago (I know it's been awhile :p) I accidentally found out a newly opened pet shop here in Mentakab. Me and my family members always have soft spots for doggies ;) Here are the pictures of those cuties..Aww.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Snaenn_RCYI/AAAAAAAAAfs/IN7VTgjf9Zk/s1600-h/DSC04549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Snaenn_RCYI/AAAAAAAAAfs/IN7VTgjf9Zk/s320/DSC04549.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365650409644951938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the Golden Retriever..Cutttteeeee ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SnaenyxIs2I/AAAAAAAAAf0/V_Jzz4S1WWM/s1600-h/DSC04550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SnaenyxIs2I/AAAAAAAAAf0/V_Jzz4S1WWM/s320/DSC04550.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365650412538475362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another male Golden, Dragon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SnaeoCIQ9eI/AAAAAAAAAf8/X8u3pDrsWfc/s1600-h/DSC04553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SnaeoCIQ9eI/AAAAAAAAAf8/X8u3pDrsWfc/s320/DSC04553.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365650416662017506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They got so excited when they saw the leads..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SnaeoQugU9I/AAAAAAAAAgE/kEFubC8oAl0/s1600-h/DSC04556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SnaeoQugU9I/AAAAAAAAAgE/kEFubC8oAl0/s320/DSC04556.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365650420580504530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OMG, they are so cute. I am so going to have one for myself :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Snae6KcMASI/AAAAAAAAAgM/x5zCklZ64I0/s1600-h/DSC04559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Snae6KcMASI/AAAAAAAAAgM/x5zCklZ64I0/s320/DSC04559.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365650728130707746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Rottweiler Puppy&lt;br /&gt;(My dad loves Rottweilers...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Snae6XIr8_I/AAAAAAAAAgU/1nNb2wL6vXQ/s1600-h/DSC04561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Snae6XIr8_I/AAAAAAAAAgU/1nNb2wL6vXQ/s320/DSC04561.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365650731538576370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isn't he cute?? But they don't look like this when they are all grown-up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Recently I went back to the pet shop, and the 2 big Golden Retrievers are gone..Sad :( But yesterday when I passed the shop, I saw many small cages in the shop. Guess they are bringing in more puppies..Will go there once more to snap more cute puppies pictures ;)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233568645168627775-7769064820510325717?l=deniseyanyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/feeds/7769064820510325717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233568645168627775&amp;postID=7769064820510325717' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/7769064820510325717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/7769064820510325717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-pet-shop-cute-doggies.html' title='New Pet Shop + Cute Doggies'/><author><name>*esineDenise*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Snaenn_RCYI/AAAAAAAAAfs/IN7VTgjf9Zk/s72-c/DSC04549.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-3786288621843998179</id><published>2009-07-22T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T08:07:51.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life without Exams... Part 2</title><content type='html'>Okay, let's continue to the Part 2 of the story. Previously, in Part 1 I was still in KL, and had done a little of shopping. Now, this part marks my second station, Malacca (as usual =.=) and what I did throughout my stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Smc1lv32k3I/AAAAAAAAAec/u9DDVs-eIkU/s1600-h/DSC04378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Smc1lv32k3I/AAAAAAAAAec/u9DDVs-eIkU/s320/DSC04378.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361312804030026610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The first night, we had dinner in Nando's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;During the stay in Malacca, I was chasing a Singaporean drama, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Little Nyonya&lt;/span&gt;, fully recommended by Nicole. Here's the casting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Smc3iZwD-hI/AAAAAAAAAe8/8K8hcirFgLc/s1600-h/little+nyonya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Smc3iZwD-hI/AAAAAAAAAe8/8K8hcirFgLc/s320/little+nyonya.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361314945575418386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I think, everyone from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mediacorp&lt;/span&gt; participated in this drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This drama talks about the life and the love of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baba and Nyonya&lt;/span&gt;. This story starts with a scene in Malacca and one the descendants from one of the Baba family flashbacks the story of her great-great-grandma..This story revolves around woman, love and foods, and of course Nyonya foods. Thus after watching this drama, I have the urge to try out the foods, and so happen I am in Malacca, and so happen there was night market nearby, and so happen there were hawkers selling Nyonya &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kueh&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Hence, I bought some of these &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nyonya Kueh&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SmhXnI7PAVI/AAAAAAAAAfE/Jv6dVnxGLec/s1600-h/DSC04394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SmhXnI7PAVI/AAAAAAAAAfE/Jv6dVnxGLec/s320/DSC04394.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361631686307021138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The most famous kueh in the drama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SmhZb_s5d_I/AAAAAAAAAfM/XQKdDI5Rljk/s1600-h/DSC04397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SmhZb_s5d_I/AAAAAAAAAfM/XQKdDI5Rljk/s320/DSC04397.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361633693875664882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since small, I call it as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kueh Koci&lt;/span&gt;. I don't know whether this is the right name for this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kueh&lt;/span&gt; or not. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pai-seh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SmhZcFKA8UI/AAAAAAAAAfU/HW1RowEc3pQ/s1600-h/DSC04401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SmhZcFKA8UI/AAAAAAAAAfU/HW1RowEc3pQ/s320/DSC04401.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361633695339966786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Where's another one? Inside someone's mouth =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I did nothing much in Malacca, just went to Padini's Concept Store to buy a purse for myself. I actually wanna buy a purse which is a match to my BF's one (from SEED), but they are out-of-stock, or maybe I guess it's discontinued since I bought his wallet 2 to 3 years back. Sad :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, during that few days, my family received the wedding biscuit delivered by my uncle. His daughter (my closest cousin sister) is going to get marry soon. Jane and Heng :) Can't wait to attend their wedding dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SmhaTHFdC7I/AAAAAAAAAfc/u_yKCDj06lE/s1600-h/DSC04420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SmhaTHFdC7I/AAAAAAAAAfc/u_yKCDj06lE/s320/DSC04420.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361634640750513074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The box&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SmhaTQMqm4I/AAAAAAAAAfk/mw8NSuUFm0Q/s1600-h/DSC04421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SmhaTQMqm4I/AAAAAAAAAfk/mw8NSuUFm0Q/s320/DSC04421.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361634643196681090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The wedding biscuit. It's quite delicious ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Will blog about the recently newly opened pet shop in Mentakab soon :) We are dog-lovers.. Lurvveeee doggies.... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233568645168627775-3786288621843998179?l=deniseyanyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/feeds/3786288621843998179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233568645168627775&amp;postID=3786288621843998179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/3786288621843998179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/3786288621843998179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/2009/07/life-without-exams-part-2.html' title='Life without Exams... Part 2'/><author><name>*esineDenise*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Smc1lv32k3I/AAAAAAAAAec/u9DDVs-eIkU/s72-c/DSC04378.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-8493090170263001206</id><published>2009-07-21T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T01:47:05.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life without Exams... Part 1</title><content type='html'>As everyone knows, I am currently back in hometown, and have nothing much to do, other than waiting for my results to come out. Thus, I had been relax-ing around like accompany my mom to the market, shopping, attend functions, dinners, bla bla bla. Actually, my schedule is quite packed, starting from the month of July (yea, I know, it's the month of my birthday). Anyway, this post is about what I had done for the past few weeks in my life without exams :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, camwhore a bit of myself using my sis's handphone, as mine had been sent to repair (the hash button had gone haywire :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SmV3fQTR7iI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Y4KWs_9k9kk/s1600-h/DSC04319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 354px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SmV3fQTR7iI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Y4KWs_9k9kk/s400/DSC04319.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360822310289927714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SmV3fbRa56I/AAAAAAAAAcU/G4VPdQg5KVQ/s1600-h/DSC04316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 333px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SmV3fbRa56I/AAAAAAAAAcU/G4VPdQg5KVQ/s400/DSC04316.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360822313234917282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SmV3f5MvH2I/AAAAAAAAAck/yKxQxEnJmq4/s1600-h/DSC04324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 325px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SmV3f5MvH2I/AAAAAAAAAck/yKxQxEnJmq4/s400/DSC04324.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360822321268334434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next, I was back in KL to pack my things, as I am moving out from Vista Komanwel. Anyway, before packing up, I manage to squeeze some time, not some time, is lotsa time, like 2 days to shop for my dress for Jane's wedding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SmV5A4cgkJI/AAAAAAAAAcs/IOGSAN3bscM/s1600-h/DSC04345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 338px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SmV5A4cgkJI/AAAAAAAAAcs/IOGSAN3bscM/s400/DSC04345.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360823987513364626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tried this at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Voir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SmV5BItwGjI/AAAAAAAAAc0/t1z9Mi72eUk/s1600-h/DSC04347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 345px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SmV5BItwGjI/AAAAAAAAAc0/t1z9Mi72eUk/s400/DSC04347.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360823991880653362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the end, I bought this :) ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The next day, as we had nothing to do, again, BF suggest we go out for a walk. Woah. First time he asked me wanna go shopping or not. Normally he is the one who complaint I shop to much. Weird, weird, weird. Anyway, who cares. We headed to Mid Valley &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jalan-jalan&lt;/span&gt; and then we had our dinner in Manhattan Fish Market. Always my favourite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SmV647sgx_I/AAAAAAAAAc8/HDGgePEXrs0/s1600-h/DSC04357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 258px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SmV647sgx_I/AAAAAAAAAc8/HDGgePEXrs0/s320/DSC04357.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360826049970096114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Starter picture, ignore my swollen eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SmV65G56r1I/AAAAAAAAAdE/LQ3BOqmbf-4/s1600-h/DSC04360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SmV65G56r1I/AAAAAAAAAdE/LQ3BOqmbf-4/s320/DSC04360.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360826052979109714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our starter, Crispy Whitebait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Delicious deep fried Whitebait on a bed of Coleslaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SmV6521wnwI/AAAAAAAAAdU/pRZV_s0o80c/s1600-h/DSC04367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SmV6521wnwI/AAAAAAAAAdU/pRZV_s0o80c/s320/DSC04367.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360826065846574850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mushroom soup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SmV65VhIeYI/AAAAAAAAAdM/88VNxMvLhoc/s1600-h/DSC04362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SmV65VhIeYI/AAAAAAAAAdM/88VNxMvLhoc/s320/DSC04362.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360826056901687682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Strictly for Sharing - Manhattan Seafood Platter for Two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Deep fried fish fillet, calamari, oysters, flaming prawns with chips and garlic rice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Since both of us don't fancy oysters, we asked to change it to Calamari.&lt;br /&gt;So, we have extra Calamari! My fave! ♥)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SmV66OiXSHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/mBWAd38X_C4/s1600-h/DSC04368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SmV66OiXSHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/mBWAd38X_C4/s320/DSC04368.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360826072207673458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After 20 minutes.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SmV-hTYI1aI/AAAAAAAAAeM/9KdzhO6mcVw/s1600-h/DSC04372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SmV-hTYI1aI/AAAAAAAAAeM/9KdzhO6mcVw/s320/DSC04372.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360830042056742306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another 10 minutes..&lt;br /&gt;Both of us really can't finish the whole plate of it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SmV-JuXwkcI/AAAAAAAAAds/dP5JbONf68M/s1600-h/DSC04373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SmV-JuXwkcI/AAAAAAAAAds/dP5JbONf68M/s320/DSC04373.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360829636986048962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just now cannot finish the chips, now wanna eat burger &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pulak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SmV-JwmNu9I/AAAAAAAAAd0/AqdydcNmjDk/s1600-h/DSC04374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SmV-JwmNu9I/AAAAAAAAAd0/AqdydcNmjDk/s320/DSC04374.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360829637583551442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I thought you were very full just now??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There goes the shopping journey of mine. Need to come back to the reality. Moving out soon. I'm gonna miss here so much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SmV-KC2bCfI/AAAAAAAAAd8/MHctpQFXrYw/s1600-h/DSC04375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 371px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SmV-KC2bCfI/AAAAAAAAAd8/MHctpQFXrYw/s320/DSC04375.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360829642483370482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SmV-KUQkNYI/AAAAAAAAAeE/FJSRYmgIm40/s1600-h/DSC04376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 332px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SmV-KUQkNYI/AAAAAAAAAeE/FJSRYmgIm40/s320/DSC04376.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360829647156426114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One sad case :(&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SmV-KUQkNYI/AAAAAAAAAeE/FJSRYmgIm40/s1600-h/DSC04376.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, there goes the story of my life in KL for that few days. Gonna miss KL so much. Never mind, I will be back SOON!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Wait for the Part 2 of this post!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233568645168627775-8493090170263001206?l=deniseyanyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/feeds/8493090170263001206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233568645168627775&amp;postID=8493090170263001206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/8493090170263001206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/8493090170263001206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/2009/07/life-without-exams-part-1.html' title='Life without Exams... Part 1'/><author><name>*esineDenise*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SmV3fQTR7iI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Y4KWs_9k9kk/s72-c/DSC04319.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-7476620703428651728</id><published>2009-07-21T00:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T00:49:10.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Loving Memory of Michael Jackson, 29 August 1958 - 25 June 2009</title><content type='html'>I watched the repeat show of Michael Jackson (MJ) Memorial Service yesterday night at 8tv, as I had missed out the live show a day before (can’t wake up at 1 am to watch it). From the show, one must admit that MJ is really the King of Pop, and no one, no one will be able to replace his place in our heart. Many big celebrities and superstars attended, and even performed in front of MJ (he was place right in front of the stage of the hall). Superstars like Mariah Carey, Stevie Wonder, Lionel Richie, Jennifer Hudson, Queen Latifah, Usher, John Mayer, even Kobe Bryant and Mike Tyson!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MJ’s friends and relatives gave their speech, one by one on the stage. I personally was touched by the speech given by Brooke Shields, an ex-girlfriend of MJ (Just knew it from the today’s paper J). The way she expressed how she and MJ were life-long friends, things that they did together, and all the happy moments they had shared together had touched me. I am surprised that I actually felt really sad while watching the show. I cannot say I am the biggest fan of MJ, yes I listened to his songs, yes I sang his songs, yes I like his songs, but I know I am nothing compared to those who really really adores him, but still, I felt sad. I felt sad for him, felt sad for what he had gone through, felt sad for what he had been feeling. But now, all of us know, he is free from everything, and will be watching us from the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the ending of the memorial service, everyone went up on stage and sang “We are the World” and “Heal the World”. Both songs are very meaningful and touching, especially “Heal the World”:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Heal the world, make it a better place,&lt;br /&gt;For you and for me and the entire human race&lt;br /&gt;There are people dying, if you care enough for the living,&lt;br /&gt;make a better place for you and for me, you and for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, the lyrics will forever be remembered by his fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SmVydPD8iiI/AAAAAAAAAcM/UtkHm3CaY-U/s1600-h/Michael-Jackson-Moonwalk-Tribute-Poster-576.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SmVydPD8iiI/AAAAAAAAAcM/UtkHm3CaY-U/s400/Michael-Jackson-Moonwalk-Tribute-Poster-576.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360816778039298594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;God Bless You, Michael. You will always be in our heart, always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233568645168627775-7476620703428651728?l=deniseyanyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/feeds/7476620703428651728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233568645168627775&amp;postID=7476620703428651728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/7476620703428651728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/7476620703428651728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-loving-memory-of-michael-jackson-29.html' title='In Loving Memory of Michael Jackson, 29 August 1958 - 25 June 2009'/><author><name>*esineDenise*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SmVydPD8iiI/AAAAAAAAAcM/UtkHm3CaY-U/s72-c/Michael-Jackson-Moonwalk-Tribute-Poster-576.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-8588498229430384835</id><published>2009-06-30T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T23:10:10.295-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Changing blog's layout</title><content type='html'>I had been changing the layout for my blog for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nth &lt;/span&gt;time but still I am not satisfied with all the layouts. The biggest problem with the layouts is where I can't edit anything inside it. I need to stick with the things inside the layout, whether I like it or not. Just because I had changed the whole HTML thingy, the things which I had included previously had been deleted completely. My background pictures, my picture slides are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all gone&lt;/span&gt; because of the new layout I had uploaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, I had been choosing a few layouts and I am still not satisfied with it. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sweat&lt;/span&gt;. And thus, I am using this layout called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dezembro1&lt;/span&gt;. I think for the time being, I will not add anything to my blog, as I have not decide which layout to use. I still feel templates provide by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blogger&lt;/span&gt; is still the best, even though it's a bit dull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found out that one can actually set the timing to post their blog. Anyway, I haven't have the time to explore it yet. Will do it soon! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adios&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233568645168627775-8588498229430384835?l=deniseyanyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/feeds/8588498229430384835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233568645168627775&amp;postID=8588498229430384835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/8588498229430384835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/8588498229430384835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/2009/06/changing-blogs-layout.html' title='Changing blog&apos;s layout'/><author><name>*esineDenise*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-3733060889440813132</id><published>2009-06-02T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T23:42:04.839-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>:::Makan Makan:::</title><content type='html'>BEWARE!! There will be lots of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;makan makan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;pictures in different places as I am too lazy to blog one by one, and hence the pictures are stacking up like mountain. Thus, because of my laziness, I will only post a few pictures from each locations.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Bleh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to the main topic. First station, Restoran Talipon. Had a mixed of BBQ and steamboat buffet dinner with the usuals, James, Nic, and aYee. Let the picture do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SiTj38YExiI/AAAAAAAAAXU/TqnvVmDNNTc/s1600-h/IMG_2916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SiTj38YExiI/AAAAAAAAAXU/TqnvVmDNNTc/s320/IMG_2916.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342645608207664674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;An introduction picture of our table :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SiTj3XjGNzI/AAAAAAAAAW8/Lh9eVbryrbI/s1600-h/DSC03407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SiTj3XjGNzI/AAAAAAAAAW8/Lh9eVbryrbI/s320/DSC03407.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342645598321784626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lamb, pork, chicken, squid, ham, hotdogs, mushrooms, and the list goes on and on and on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SiTj3pKtsVI/AAAAAAAAAXM/wnb75wm1WtA/s1600-h/IMG_2911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SiTj3pKtsVI/AAAAAAAAAXM/wnb75wm1WtA/s320/IMG_2911.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342645603051352402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dai dai bui&lt;/span&gt; carrot juice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SiTj3RUpn1I/AAAAAAAAAXE/n1BoNFps05U/s1600-h/IMG_2912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SiTj3RUpn1I/AAAAAAAAAXE/n1BoNFps05U/s320/IMG_2912.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342645596650577746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me with my food :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SiTkHot7MRI/AAAAAAAAAXk/WPDAUW3pdWg/s1600-h/IMG_2918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SiTkHot7MRI/AAAAAAAAAXk/WPDAUW3pdWg/s320/IMG_2918.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342645877808509202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;aYee with her big mug of carrot juice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SiTkH1jiQvI/AAAAAAAAAXs/mRZIOlZpudc/s1600-h/IMG_2919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SiTkH1jiQvI/AAAAAAAAAXs/mRZIOlZpudc/s320/IMG_2919.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342645881254593266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nic with the carrot juice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SiTj3-cyLbI/AAAAAAAAAXc/6RJHpjRziJY/s1600-h/IMG_2917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SiTj3-cyLbI/AAAAAAAAAXc/6RJHpjRziJY/s320/IMG_2917.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342645608764288434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;James busy eating and no time to look at the camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Second station: Seoul Garden in Mahkota Parade, Malacca. Another mixture of BBQ and steamboat buffet at a student price, RM 17 per person. The restaurant is named after a place in Korea, so i thought it will be something like Korean BBQ, but what I saw was all different types of marinated chicken, beef and lamb. Well, I thought I was having a chicken fiesta there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SiTmn2hXA8I/AAAAAAAAAYs/Do5NIsGD8fc/s1600-h/DSC03548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SiTmn2hXA8I/AAAAAAAAAYs/Do5NIsGD8fc/s320/DSC03548.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342648630292972482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seoul Garden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SiTmSB2g1wI/AAAAAAAAAX0/pX0nTnZN-SM/s1600-h/DSC03532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SiTmSB2g1wI/AAAAAAAAAX0/pX0nTnZN-SM/s320/DSC03532.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342648255377364738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our grilled pot (I don't know what should I called this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SiTmSEyGCxI/AAAAAAAAAX8/IMSnvlqWueU/s1600-h/DSC03533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SiTmSEyGCxI/AAAAAAAAAX8/IMSnvlqWueU/s320/DSC03533.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342648256164137746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SiTmSmxFVQI/AAAAAAAAAYM/ls4ZcN64sb8/s1600-h/DSC03538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SiTmSmxFVQI/AAAAAAAAAYM/ls4ZcN64sb8/s320/DSC03538.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342648265286702338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While waiting for the meat to cooked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SiTmSQaesXI/AAAAAAAAAYE/xMtOEFe5oW0/s1600-h/DSC03537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SiTmSQaesXI/AAAAAAAAAYE/xMtOEFe5oW0/s320/DSC03537.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342648259286315378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Drinking orange juice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SiTmSsjDdrI/AAAAAAAAAYU/tlF75EO3xII/s1600-h/DSC03542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SiTmSsjDdrI/AAAAAAAAAYU/tlF75EO3xII/s320/DSC03542.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342648266838472370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Waiting impatiently for the meal to cook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SiTmn7vjnbI/AAAAAAAAAYk/Udh_mmq8628/s1600-h/DSC03551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SiTmn7vjnbI/AAAAAAAAAYk/Udh_mmq8628/s320/DSC03551.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342648631694695858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our meal includes a free flow of drinks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SiTmnsjF4aI/AAAAAAAAAYc/FSFRlkgja28/s1600-h/DSC03547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SiTmnsjF4aI/AAAAAAAAAYc/FSFRlkgja28/s320/DSC03547.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342648627615883682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And also unlimited desserts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Overall, I am not quite happy with this restaurant, as the services are bad. When the drinks are finished at the counter, not one of the staffs care to refill it, and caused me to drink other juices other than orange juice. While I am eating, all I see is the staffs nicely enjoying their food behind my table, and laughing like nobody business. Can't even care for the feelings of the customers. And whenever we put some meat to the pot to be grilled, the drops of oil &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;splash&lt;/span&gt; out and hurt my hand. This can't be happening!It is not user-friendly at all. Compared to this, BBQ Plaza is 100th times better! At least, I won't get burned by grilling the meat. No second time for this restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next station, MMU's Creative Art Club Annual Dinner at Emperor Hotel, Malacca. The truth is I don't know anyone from this club and I attend this dinner because of my BF, and another reason is I thought I can dressed up nicely to attend some high-class dinner function. But, who knows the dinner ended up at a 3-star hotel's cafe (not even in the conference hall). Dissapointed, but what to do, I am already there. Initially I thought of wearing a dress, but I ended up wearing a blouse and long pants as I am being told no one will wear formally for the dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SiTss1d8R1I/AAAAAAAAAY8/sjS53tjYRag/s1600-h/DSC03587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SiTss1d8R1I/AAAAAAAAAY8/sjS53tjYRag/s320/DSC03587.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342655312979314514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A snapshot of us while waiting his friend to come and fetch us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SiTstHMMdXI/AAAAAAAAAZM/gLFuvEaFIc4/s1600-h/DSC03598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SiTstHMMdXI/AAAAAAAAAZM/gLFuvEaFIc4/s320/DSC03598.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342655317736715634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The settings inside the cafe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SiTsstGS5fI/AAAAAAAAAY0/lYofm8-VaxY/s1600-h/DSC03595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SiTsstGS5fI/AAAAAAAAAY0/lYofm8-VaxY/s320/DSC03595.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342655310732649970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Foods&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SiTstPyOLiI/AAAAAAAAAZE/EcKfBsPCO_U/s1600-h/DSC03597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SiTstPyOLiI/AAAAAAAAAZE/EcKfBsPCO_U/s320/DSC03597.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342655320043695650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The desserts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SiTstWxEMWI/AAAAAAAAAZU/jURN1qBLEpA/s1600-h/DSC08808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SiTstWxEMWI/AAAAAAAAAZU/jURN1qBLEpA/s320/DSC08808.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342655321917895010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Start to wallop all the foods&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SiUKFHjIZGI/AAAAAAAAAZk/clIcqOoNHxM/s1600-h/DSC03611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SiUKFHjIZGI/AAAAAAAAAZk/clIcqOoNHxM/s320/DSC03611.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342687615986984034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trying out the scene outside the cafe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SiUKE-jEh8I/AAAAAAAAAZc/NfTNcWGdT7M/s1600-h/DSC03605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SiUKE-jEh8I/AAAAAAAAAZc/NfTNcWGdT7M/s320/DSC03605.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342687613570811842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Relaxing in the hotel's lobby couch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Next station: Penang Village in Berjaya Times Square. Had gone to a one-day shopping trip with my mom and sis, Kylie. Thus we ended up eating in Penang Village as Christine (currently working in Penang Village as an assistant accountant) asked us to go and have a try. Well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Si33Sx-yIcI/AAAAAAAAAZs/Rk7xPGUJUDU/s1600-h/DSC03765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Si33Sx-yIcI/AAAAAAAAAZs/Rk7xPGUJUDU/s320/DSC03765.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345200234785022402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Early in the morning before head to the bus station&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Si33TBgAinI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/aKjpkj6nfHk/s1600-h/DSC03766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Si33TBgAinI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/aKjpkj6nfHk/s320/DSC03766.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345200238950910578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Decorations inside Penang Village&lt;br /&gt;(can't get the connection between Aladdin's magic lamp and Penang =.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Si33TE4t9vI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/rbEH9ZyLIzo/s1600-h/DSC03767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Si33TE4t9vI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/rbEH9ZyLIzo/s320/DSC03767.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345200239859857138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can't wait to taste the food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Si33TZ1vd6I/AAAAAAAAAaE/TMXfLA341oI/s1600-h/DSC03768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Si33TZ1vd6I/AAAAAAAAAaE/TMXfLA341oI/s320/DSC03768.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345200245484517282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Si33TY44F6I/AAAAAAAAAaM/w1hk8FCzC8w/s1600-h/DSC03769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Si33TY44F6I/AAAAAAAAAaM/w1hk8FCzC8w/s320/DSC03769.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345200245229229986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lighthings..beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Si33xTcD8NI/AAAAAAAAAaU/Ly0gbAFcn2U/s1600-h/DSC03775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Si33xTcD8NI/AAAAAAAAAaU/Ly0gbAFcn2U/s320/DSC03775.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345200759162269906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mother's Day promotion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Si33xmAjaXI/AAAAAAAAAac/64ScheAimyU/s1600-h/DSC03772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Si33xmAjaXI/AAAAAAAAAac/64ScheAimyU/s320/DSC03772.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345200764147165554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Self-taken shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Si33xuxOYTI/AAAAAAAAAak/cvlV-pIKfaw/s1600-h/DSC03774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Si33xuxOYTI/AAAAAAAAAak/cvlV-pIKfaw/s320/DSC03774.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345200766498791730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Act cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Si33x4e-5oI/AAAAAAAAAa0/XkcgEZP6pMw/s1600-h/DSC03776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Si33x4e-5oI/AAAAAAAAAa0/XkcgEZP6pMw/s320/DSC03776.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345200769106634370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;looks artistic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Si34Lgnyr2I/AAAAAAAAAa8/Nv3gNIjqkUo/s1600-h/DSC03778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Si34Lgnyr2I/AAAAAAAAAa8/Nv3gNIjqkUo/s320/DSC03778.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345201209377730402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Soya Cincau, comes with the set meal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Si34L4tL4wI/AAAAAAAAAbE/itJ13phJuEo/s1600-h/DSC03779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Si34L4tL4wI/AAAAAAAAAbE/itJ13phJuEo/s320/DSC03779.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345201215842804482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Penang Fried Kueh Tiao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The set meal cost RM 9.90 and after tax, it cost more than 10 bucks. You can judge yourselves whether it is expensive. Taste-wise, ok-ok lah. The kueh tiao comes in a bundle-like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Next next station: Miu Kai, Sri Petaling. Had dinner with James and aYee and I just took the picture of my own dish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Si37-Nejn1I/AAAAAAAAAbk/dVmxdnxdINc/s1600-h/DSC03843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Si37-Nejn1I/AAAAAAAAAbk/dVmxdnxdINc/s320/DSC03843.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345205378946932562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lightings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Si37-RoJyxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4EpFGD_XM9w/s1600-h/DSC03847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Si37-RoJyxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4EpFGD_XM9w/s320/DSC03847.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345205380060924690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My ginger fish fillet rice.Taste very nice :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Si38OBMNzpI/AAAAAAAAAb0/4JHKdKTo_Vo/s1600-h/DSC03848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Si38OBMNzpI/AAAAAAAAAb0/4JHKdKTo_Vo/s320/DSC03848.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345205650526686866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The reflection of lightings on the table..artistic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Next next next station: Yeh Lai Shiang, Mentakab. It's a mother's day celebration dinner, and supposingly we planned to eat in Tong Kiew, but as usual, it is closed so we ended up eating here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Si379spC_PI/AAAAAAAAAbM/P1sPb8PSsSc/s1600-h/DSC03801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Si379spC_PI/AAAAAAAAAbM/P1sPb8PSsSc/s320/DSC03801.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345205370132561138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sweet and sour fish (i don't know what is this fish called in English)&lt;br /&gt;We called it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hong Shao She Pan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Si3797ZRzEI/AAAAAAAAAbU/9vNGLaIHPVw/s1600-h/DSC03802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Si3797ZRzEI/AAAAAAAAAbU/9vNGLaIHPVw/s320/DSC03802.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345205374092954690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All the dishes of that day&lt;br /&gt;Clockwise: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hong Shao She Pan, Suan Mei Pai Gu, Diao Pian &lt;/span&gt;inYam&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, Jiang Chong Tian Ji, &lt;/span&gt;Salted Fish with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cai Dan&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jiang Pao Sheng Chan&lt;/span&gt;g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Si37-HOR7KI/AAAAAAAAAbc/Yv2c3EgeVxk/s1600-h/DSC03804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Si37-HOR7KI/AAAAAAAAAbc/Yv2c3EgeVxk/s320/DSC03804.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345205377268051106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We keep on wondering what is this, and at first we thought it is the tortoise shell.&lt;br /&gt;Well, at the end, we conclude it should be the Water-fish shell :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Overall, the dishes taste nice, and there goes the Mother's Day Celebration with our lovely mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Due to some other technical problem, this post had been kept for at least a week in the draft box and now, at last I managed to post it up. But I kinda forgotten whether there is still any pictures which I haven't posted. Anyway, will put up the updates if I found any. Hate the life without internet connection *grrr*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233568645168627775-3733060889440813132?l=deniseyanyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/feeds/3733060889440813132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233568645168627775&amp;postID=3733060889440813132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/3733060889440813132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/3733060889440813132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/2009/06/makan-makan.html' title=':::Makan Makan:::'/><author><name>*esineDenise*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SiTj38YExiI/AAAAAAAAAXU/TqnvVmDNNTc/s72-c/IMG_2916.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-2019105268479320844</id><published>2009-06-02T00:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T01:20:39.633-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>.::Movie Updates::.</title><content type='html'>At last, I managed to squeeze some time to watch 2 movies after the last movie I watched in Malacca, Fast and Furious 4. Forget to blog about it tho'. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pai-seh&lt;/span&gt;. This time, I watched Night at the Museum 2, in Malacca also with my BF. We had quite an expectation on this movie, as we also had watched Night at the Museum 1. Overall, this movie is funny, but not as funny as I had expected. I felt the only funny part is the character of the Prince of Egypt, Kahmunrah who wanted to have his throne back. Everytime he started to speak, I started to laugh :D Oh ya, I am impressed with the big museum where they filmed the movie. When can I go there......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Night at the Museum 2: Battle of the Smithsonian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SiTfwLdqvpI/AAAAAAAAAWs/vXdrcG3zJ4k/s1600-h/night_at_the_museum_2_battle_of_the_smithonian_movie_poster_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SiTfwLdqvpI/AAAAAAAAAWs/vXdrcG3zJ4k/s320/night_at_the_museum_2_battle_of_the_smithonian_movie_poster_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342641076772191890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had watched Angels and Demons too, in KL, despite being stopped by my BF. I don't care. I am a fan of Dan Brown's novels, and I wanted to watch this movie badly (I had watched Da Vinci Code, too). Surprisingly, this movie is not as boring as the Da Vinci Code, even though I am not familiar with all the churches being mentioned in the movie, but I still vaguely remember the storyline of this movie, based on my understanding on the novel. It's quite a long movie tho', but I am satisfied. Anyway, need to thank Esha again and again, for lending me her books, both Da Vince Code and Angels and Demons way back years ago. Now, I am able to watch the movie. Satisfied to the max!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Angels and Demons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SiTfwdbqv5I/AAAAAAAAAW0/kIdHG8DuTus/s1600-h/angels_and_demons_poster_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 182px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SiTfwdbqv5I/AAAAAAAAAW0/kIdHG8DuTus/s320/angels_and_demons_poster_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342641081595641746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's all bout the movie updates. Will blog about my trip to the Elephant Farm soon..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233568645168627775-2019105268479320844?l=deniseyanyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/feeds/2019105268479320844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233568645168627775&amp;postID=2019105268479320844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/2019105268479320844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/2019105268479320844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/2009/06/movie-updates.html' title='.::Movie Updates::.'/><author><name>*esineDenise*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SiTfwLdqvpI/AAAAAAAAAWs/vXdrcG3zJ4k/s72-c/night_at_the_museum_2_battle_of_the_smithonian_movie_poster_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-5676469518115730689</id><published>2009-05-25T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T08:06:42.928-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>am BACK!</title><content type='html'>Sorry for neglecting the blog for such a long time. Lack of internet connection at home. Will posting up few posts soon, as pictures are still not available for the time being. Soon! Soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates of me:&lt;br /&gt;1) Been starting to wear contact lenses, felt great and have full freedom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Since I'm wearing lenses, I can wear sunglasses too! Shopped in Vincci and bought a pink sunglass! Waiting to wear it in PD trip this weekend! Syiok-nyer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I've been lepak-ing in Malacca now, and will be back to Kl in few more days. had stomach-ache today and BF gave me some medicines. Was shocked, and only realised he bought it purposely for me just in-case, as I always have stomach-ache while I am in Malaca. Is it just me, or the food here have problem? Anyway, am touched for the medicines. Am drinking the dehydration salt water now (orange flavour)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Bought a pair of sandals in Vincci as well, for the trip! 50% discount, thus can't resist myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Bought another scarf, as I left it in my hometown. Jackets and sweaters are way too heavy to bring around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Bought a new handbag, as my old ones had spoilt :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Tried Nandos for the first time in Malaca with BF. Not bad :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Bought a pair of odm watches. Fake-ones (no money-lah) :P Pink one for me, and white one for BF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Watched Night at the Museum 2 in Dataran Pahlawan, and looking forward to watch Angels and Demons in KL soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Watched a lame movie at home name Austin Powers. Wonder who will be so retarded to watch this movie in the cinema =="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now! Will be back soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233568645168627775-5676469518115730689?l=deniseyanyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/feeds/5676469518115730689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233568645168627775&amp;postID=5676469518115730689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/5676469518115730689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/5676469518115730689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/2009/05/am-back.html' title='am BACK!'/><author><name>*esineDenise*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-6015629456925619601</id><published>2009-05-04T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T02:31:04.053-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>my Final Year Project</title><content type='html'>Spare me some time to give space to my Final Year Project! I know, I submitted long time ago, but I only get to blog today. So, forgive me :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sf6ub6HYDdI/AAAAAAAAAWE/ilYPaw5uNrk/s1600-h/DSC03207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sf6ub6HYDdI/AAAAAAAAAWE/ilYPaw5uNrk/s320/DSC03207.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331890803333139922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my comb-bind version of FYP&lt;br /&gt;(just come out from the photostat machine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sf6ub8UDDHI/AAAAAAAAAWM/NhqylgOw1LA/s1600-h/DSC03211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sf6ub8UDDHI/AAAAAAAAAWM/NhqylgOw1LA/s320/DSC03211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331890803923160178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shi Kit with her FYP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sf6ucDhriTI/AAAAAAAAAWU/XhnLL5xAGhw/s1600-h/DSC03213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sf6ucDhriTI/AAAAAAAAAWU/XhnLL5xAGhw/s320/DSC03213.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331890805859387698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me with my FYP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After we were done printing and photostat-ing our FYP, we headed towards the next mamak shop to have a drink and went back home, enjoying the remaining of the day as I still have 2 assignments to be submitted on the next week. My life is full of assignments. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sien dao&lt;/span&gt; ==||. After a week, I went back to college to collect my FYP hardbound! Snapshots of my hardbound in the library :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sf6ucSfW6NI/AAAAAAAAAWk/mRS5Z_B8UyU/s1600-h/DSC03328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sf6ucSfW6NI/AAAAAAAAAWk/mRS5Z_B8UyU/s320/DSC03328.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331890809876179154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a week, my hardbound version of FYP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sf6ucIl8A3I/AAAAAAAAAWc/LOipxrWfogE/s1600-h/DSC03338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sf6ucIl8A3I/AAAAAAAAAWc/LOipxrWfogE/s320/DSC03338.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331890807219422066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Posing nicely with my FYP :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now, as to date 04/05/2009 I am officially free from assignments, but I still have another FYP presentation to go. The admin haven't post up the schedule. Blah. I don't know I need to wait until when. Been making spider webs in my room lately, got nothing to do. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SIEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: oh ya, I have not start doing my presentation slides and I am complaining I have nothing to do. Wuahahaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233568645168627775-6015629456925619601?l=deniseyanyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/feeds/6015629456925619601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233568645168627775&amp;postID=6015629456925619601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/6015629456925619601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/6015629456925619601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-final-year-project.html' title='my Final Year Project'/><author><name>*esineDenise*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sf6ub6HYDdI/AAAAAAAAAWE/ilYPaw5uNrk/s72-c/DSC03207.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-3221719011708167280</id><published>2009-05-04T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T01:55:15.690-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>DInner @ Station 1 Cafe</title><content type='html'>OMG, I have so much to blog. I wonder whether I have the enthusiasm to do so or not. Haha. I even wonder can I finish blogging this post. As from the title above, the post is about dinner at Station 1 Cafe around Kuchai Lama. As usual, the gang is my housemates, Nic and aYee together with James. It's a nice and long dinner, chatting as much as we can as usual :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sf6qb2J1pjI/AAAAAAAAAU0/3y2RA8YTB_k/s1600-h/DSC03370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sf6qb2J1pjI/AAAAAAAAAU0/3y2RA8YTB_k/s320/DSC03370.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331886404223215154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As usual, the introduction~aYee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sf6q4gV1SuI/AAAAAAAAAVk/QlSvs8Sy8-Y/s1600-h/DSC03381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sf6q4gV1SuI/AAAAAAAAAVk/QlSvs8Sy8-Y/s320/DSC03381.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331886896584149730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The environment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sf6qcNTjfXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/DlBeDfUYcNo/s1600-h/DSC03372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sf6qcNTjfXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/DlBeDfUYcNo/s320/DSC03372.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331886410437983602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;their Jasmine tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sf6qcfkEhfI/AAAAAAAAAVU/qZWX5SSTPmY/s1600-h/DSC03378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sf6qcfkEhfI/AAAAAAAAAVU/qZWX5SSTPmY/s320/DSC03378.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331886415339095538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me with my white coffee&lt;br /&gt;(need to stay awake to study at that time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sf6qcJCipuI/AAAAAAAAAVE/snkT9zWLnEc/s1600-h/DSC03373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sf6qcJCipuI/AAAAAAAAAVE/snkT9zWLnEc/s320/DSC03373.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331886409292883682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;James~always busy with his phone (big business)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sf6q41bk41I/AAAAAAAAAV8/kmGdVEnPY6E/s1600-h/DSC03388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sf6q41bk41I/AAAAAAAAAV8/kmGdVEnPY6E/s320/DSC03388.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331886902245385042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;aYee's Special Chicken Chop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sf6q4e3IdEI/AAAAAAAAAVc/gaF0pPq3H2Q/s1600-h/DSC03391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sf6q4e3IdEI/AAAAAAAAAVc/gaF0pPq3H2Q/s320/DSC03391.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331886896186946626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;James and mine's Grilled Chicken Chop rice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sf6q4jExUVI/AAAAAAAAAVs/1y0_vv_cjQI/s1600-h/DSC03394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sf6q4jExUVI/AAAAAAAAAVs/1y0_vv_cjQI/s320/DSC03394.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331886897317892434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nic's tomyam meehoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sf6q44HT4DI/AAAAAAAAAV0/y1rvIxM-pvc/s1600-h/DSC03397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sf6q44HT4DI/AAAAAAAAAV0/y1rvIxM-pvc/s320/DSC03397.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331886902965690418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;aYee~enjoying her meal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sf6qcRBrncI/AAAAAAAAAVM/0_wKvoXaH1k/s1600-h/DSC03375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sf6qcRBrncI/AAAAAAAAAVM/0_wKvoXaH1k/s320/DSC03375.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331886411436760514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cam-whoring (we're already used to it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The food was okay-okay only-lah. Nothing much to brag about. When we reached, the customers are not that much, but towards the later night, more and more people came, and it's full of smokes (as usual). Opposite of the restaurant is the Kuchai Lama night market. We intended to go for a walk, but at the end we decided not too, as we are too full and lazy to move :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233568645168627775-3221719011708167280?l=deniseyanyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/feeds/3221719011708167280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233568645168627775&amp;postID=3221719011708167280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/3221719011708167280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/3221719011708167280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/2009/05/dinner-station-1-cafe.html' title='DInner @ Station 1 Cafe'/><author><name>*esineDenise*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sf6qb2J1pjI/AAAAAAAAAU0/3y2RA8YTB_k/s72-c/DSC03370.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-5971125688692428203</id><published>2009-04-27T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T23:04:21.446-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>Finished with my Exams!</title><content type='html'>I am done with my exams! So happy :D Indescribable happiness. Haha. I headed towards Malacca right after my last paper on Friday. Been taking a few photos inside the exam hall, since that's the last time we will be stepping inside the exam hall. Wuahaha~ So damn happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SfaYxhaAm1I/AAAAAAAAAT8/tvYALXTD3NY/s1600-h/2845_75425247423_665677423_1814271_3201464_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SfaYxhaAm1I/AAAAAAAAAT8/tvYALXTD3NY/s320/2845_75425247423_665677423_1814271_3201464_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329615185588034386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jeffrey and Me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SfaYx9b4cAI/AAAAAAAAAUU/pnu8PkJdNRI/s1600-h/2845_75425272423_665677423_1814276_4019547_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SfaYx9b4cAI/AAAAAAAAAUU/pnu8PkJdNRI/s320/2845_75425272423_665677423_1814276_4019547_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329615193112080386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aisha and Me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SfaYx2Rwk9I/AAAAAAAAAUc/kt6AUw6PXF0/s1600-h/2845_75425277423_665677423_1814277_1814645_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SfaYx2Rwk9I/AAAAAAAAAUc/kt6AUw6PXF0/s320/2845_75425277423_665677423_1814277_1814645_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329615191190574034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shi Kit, Aisha and Me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SfaYx1f-ELI/AAAAAAAAAUM/AYL-UITObaw/s1600-h/2845_75425267423_665677423_1814275_1380797_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SfaYx1f-ELI/AAAAAAAAAUM/AYL-UITObaw/s320/2845_75425267423_665677423_1814275_1380797_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329615190981742770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From behind: Ms. Chew, Priya, Zaim&lt;br /&gt;Front: Aisha, Jeffrey, Me and Shi Kit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SfaYxj0IcWI/AAAAAAAAAUE/EECYvjLYnXM/s1600-h/2845_75425252423_665677423_1814272_1943339_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SfaYxj0IcWI/AAAAAAAAAUE/EECYvjLYnXM/s320/2845_75425252423_665677423_1814272_1943339_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329615186234470754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me, Aisha, Ms. Chew, Priya, Zaim and Shi Kit :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sfabj0KRw1I/AAAAAAAAAUk/SWmT40i5-oE/s1600-h/2845_75425282423_665677423_1814278_8369928_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/Sfabj0KRw1I/AAAAAAAAAUk/SWmT40i5-oE/s320/2845_75425282423_665677423_1814278_8369928_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329618248639038290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The IBM gang: Me, Priya and Ms. Chew :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SfabjzchwGI/AAAAAAAAAUs/Z3uBZ4uVZfM/s1600-h/2845_75426442423_665677423_1814308_867224_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SfabjzchwGI/AAAAAAAAAUs/Z3uBZ4uVZfM/s320/2845_75426442423_665677423_1814308_867224_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329618248447148130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last but not least, the most fearful exam hall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There goes some of the snapshots in the exam hall. During the photo session, we were being warned by the exam invigilator because we were too noisy and there are still other students who haven't finished their exam. So, we were rushed out from the exam hall and forced to take pictures outside the hall. Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233568645168627775-5971125688692428203?l=deniseyanyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/feeds/5971125688692428203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233568645168627775&amp;postID=5971125688692428203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/5971125688692428203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/5971125688692428203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/2009/04/finished-with-my-exams.html' title='Finished with my Exams!'/><author><name>*esineDenise*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SfaYxhaAm1I/AAAAAAAAAT8/tvYALXTD3NY/s72-c/2845_75425247423_665677423_1814271_3201464_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-1431560415426818969</id><published>2009-04-18T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T07:06:40.747-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>me @ 1 Utama (and my pic slideshow too =P)</title><content type='html'>I had uploaded the slideshow of my pictures at the bottom of my blog. Initially, I wanted to put it below my profile picture, but it looks out of order there. Thus, there goes the slideshow at the bottom of the blog. No one will realized it's there tho'. Hahaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently am busy with studies, as exams are around the corner. But the thing that I am looking forward the most is the day of my last paper, where I will "fly" to Malacca right after I finished my paper! Yeah!!!!!! Forget about the exams =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, for the past few days am very busy with outings, haha, despite the study week I am in. I went to 1 Utama tried out Mr. Baoz. While waiting for the other, 3 of us felt hungry after the movie, so aYee suggested us to go for Auntie Anne's Pretzel! (it's her fave actually, haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SenYZGzxVWI/AAAAAAAAARk/9Up1rn14NXc/s1600-h/IMG_2761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SenYZGzxVWI/AAAAAAAAARk/9Up1rn14NXc/s320/IMG_2761.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326025960178406754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, a picture of us having Auntie Anne's Choc Sticks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, after everyone arrived, we headed to Mr. Baoz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SenTiJucCxI/AAAAAAAAAQc/_Wzu1Xn0NVc/s1600-h/IMG_2766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SenTiJucCxI/AAAAAAAAAQc/_Wzu1Xn0NVc/s320/IMG_2766.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326020618022030098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't know what it's called. Sorry :)&lt;br /&gt;(But, it's one of the bestsellers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SenTiIQ6E-I/AAAAAAAAAQs/VhUccgokaoQ/s1600-h/IMG_2770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SenTiIQ6E-I/AAAAAAAAAQs/VhUccgokaoQ/s320/IMG_2770.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326020617629733858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chicken Curry Bao ~ Bestsellers :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SenTiB2mr6I/AAAAAAAAAQk/ps-X40sDcqo/s1600-h/IMG_2769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SenTiB2mr6I/AAAAAAAAAQk/ps-X40sDcqo/s320/IMG_2769.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326020615908798370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One box for each of us ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SenTiaJC7nI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/1UItDLKfWLE/s1600-h/IMG_2773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SenTiaJC7nI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/1UItDLKfWLE/s320/IMG_2773.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326020622428597874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me, aYee and Dilys @ Mr. Baoz, 1 Utama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After tasting the pao, which is just our appetizer, we went to Wong Kok Char Chan Teng for a real meal, although we were already half full by that time. Greedy us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SenYZQpvAwI/AAAAAAAAAR0/JfIbWwkCn04/s1600-h/IMG_2775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SenYZQpvAwI/AAAAAAAAAR0/JfIbWwkCn04/s320/IMG_2775.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326025962820666114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wong Kok Char Chan Teng @ 1 Utama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SenTuCBruTI/AAAAAAAAARE/eTVaoxXHj-Q/s1600-h/IMG_2807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SenTuCBruTI/AAAAAAAAARE/eTVaoxXHj-Q/s320/IMG_2807.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326020822113696050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me, aYee and Dilys @ Wong Kok =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SenTikyOMRI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/rBDDWhi3KUg/s1600-h/IMG_2777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SenTikyOMRI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/rBDDWhi3KUg/s320/IMG_2777.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326020625285656850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Teoh and James&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SenYZqDn-CI/AAAAAAAAAR8/nwu7cN_HX_c/s1600-h/IMG_2779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SenYZqDn-CI/AAAAAAAAAR8/nwu7cN_HX_c/s320/IMG_2779.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326025969640142882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My red bean sago drink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SenYZhmAQZI/AAAAAAAAASE/zDNMKbXatcc/s1600-h/IMG_2781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SenYZhmAQZI/AAAAAAAAASE/zDNMKbXatcc/s320/IMG_2781.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326025967368421778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;aYee's drink~it's called Gentleman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SenYZZF4BYI/AAAAAAAAARs/4zasICwT9Xg/s1600-h/IMG_2792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SenYZZF4BYI/AAAAAAAAARs/4zasICwT9Xg/s320/IMG_2792.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326025965086180738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Teoh's Double Side Face drink&lt;br /&gt;(If I'm not wrong with the name :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After the dinner in Wong Kok, we planned to go to Rainforest to enjoy enjoy before going back, but at the end it's cancelled, as Dilys needs to head back home to finish up her work. Thus, this set of pictures existed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SenTuO-lXTI/AAAAAAAAARM/g9xo4Eah5SQ/s1600-h/IMG_2819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SenTuO-lXTI/AAAAAAAAARM/g9xo4Eah5SQ/s320/IMG_2819.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326020825590357298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me syok posing in the washroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SenTuSMOFXI/AAAAAAAAARU/E0vXgXANtyU/s1600-h/IMG_2831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SenTuSMOFXI/AAAAAAAAARU/E0vXgXANtyU/s320/IMG_2831.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326020826452858226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like this pic :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This concludes my one day trip in 1 Utama! Other activities will be blogged soon. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adioss!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233568645168627775-1431560415426818969?l=deniseyanyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/feeds/1431560415426818969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233568645168627775&amp;postID=1431560415426818969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/1431560415426818969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/1431560415426818969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-pic-slideshow.html' title='me @ 1 Utama (and my pic slideshow too =P)'/><author><name>*esineDenise*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SenYZGzxVWI/AAAAAAAAARk/9Up1rn14NXc/s72-c/IMG_2761.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-5648816963619893484</id><published>2009-04-13T07:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T07:23:57.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flickr</title><content type='html'>This is a test post from &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/r/testpost"&gt;&lt;img alt="flickr" src="http://www.flickr.com/images/flickr_logo_blog.gif" width="41" height="18" border="0" align="absmiddle" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, a fancy photo sharing thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233568645168627775-5648816963619893484?l=deniseyanyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/feeds/5648816963619893484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233568645168627775&amp;postID=5648816963619893484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/5648816963619893484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/5648816963619893484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/2009/04/flickr.html' title='Flickr'/><author><name>*esineDenise*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-5791716807146999714</id><published>2009-04-12T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T20:04:29.918-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Movies I Watched =)</title><content type='html'>Despite my busy-ness with my FYP and assignments, I still managed to squeeze some time to watch movies either with my BF or my friends. Feel lucky tho' compared to my other friends who had missed so much of movies. These are the list of movies I had watched:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SeKikvx_01I/AAAAAAAAAQM/g1JPyY5gRuk/s1600-h/racetowitchmountain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SeKikvx_01I/AAAAAAAAAQM/g1JPyY5gRuk/s320/racetowitchmountain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323996461690508114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Race to the Witch Mountain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I watch this movie with my BF. It's a Disney movie, so what you expect? Everything is cute inside the movie, including Dwayne Johnson aka The Rock. A cab driver who assumes that aliens should be greenish in colour, not like children. This movie is simple and understandable, with lots of fighting scenes which are not disgusting, because it's a Disney Movie. It's worth watching this movie :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SeKijwI8kYI/AAAAAAAAAPs/beCHj_X4DhM/s1600-h/dragonball-evolution-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SeKijwI8kYI/AAAAAAAAAPs/beCHj_X4DhM/s320/dragonball-evolution-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323996444606894466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Dragonball Evolution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I watched this Dragonball with FaiFai and Boon at Pavilion. Initially, we were planning to watch Love Matters but tickets are selling out fast, and Dragonball is the only choice, compared to Watchmen and Sayang You Can Dance (hahahahaha). I knew a bit of story of Dragonball (who does not?) but I still need to consult FaiFai who is Piccolo and his helper cause I don't remember reading them in the comic. I felt that this movie move too fast, where in a short time they managed to collect the dragon balls, summon the dragon to give the life back to Master Roshi. It is not what I had expected, but still the only bonus of watching this movie is Goku is handsome here :)))) I prefer the Burma in the comic rather than in the movie. I will not choose this movie if I get a second chance to choose what I am going to watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SeKikNoLOjI/AAAAAAAAAP0/g9ewJzhW4sI/s1600-h/k20poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SeKikNoLOjI/AAAAAAAAAP0/g9ewJzhW4sI/s320/k20poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323996452522506802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;K-20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;OMG, thanks to me, James and Boon need to watch this Japanese movie. We watched this is 1 Utama, and initially me and Boon wanted to watch Fast and Furious 4, but James had already watch it. So, we were discussing to watch Confession of a Shopaholic or not. Then we accidentally saw this K-20 poster, and that day was the first day GSC showing the movie. So, we decided to go with it. We don't know this movie is a Japanese movie, until everyone in the movie speaks in Japanese. It's quite troublesome in the beginning because I need to read the subtitle and watch at the same time but initially I get used to it. This is a nice movie, excludes the language. There are humors, fightings, "wow" looking technology things, and most of all the handsome Takeshi Kaneshiro with his lame jokes makes me laugh. I don't mind watching this movie again, with Cantonese or English translation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SeKikDRSHcI/AAAAAAAAAP8/Gtv2rDlkjtY/s1600-h/knowing_ver3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SeKikDRSHcI/AAAAAAAAAP8/Gtv2rDlkjtY/s320/knowing_ver3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323996449742134722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Knowing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I watch this with Wiliam, in Times Square after a good recommendations from Boon. It's a nice movie, scary at some part (for me) and exciting. It's worth watching because of the incredible scene and stunts, eg: plane dropping from the sky, train going out of it's lane. We was like "Wah..so geng meh" and "OMG!!" throughout the whole movie. It's a sad movie, because at the end everyone is going to die, and Nicolas Cage need to be separated with his son. Nice movie ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SeKikX8i_AI/AAAAAAAAAQE/df1UJeyqM3Q/s1600-h/marley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SeKikX8i_AI/AAAAAAAAAQE/df1UJeyqM3Q/s320/marley.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323996455292304386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Marley and Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;OMG, the movie that I longed to watch!! At last I get to watch it with my BF!! I always have soft spots for dogs, especially cute little adorable puppy!! Wiliam spoilt my mood by telling me the dog will die in the end of the movie (hit hit hit you). Marley is so so so so cute, and naughty, and adorable and and and... CUTE!!!! Okay, stop whining. This movie is adopted from a real story, where it shows the journey of Marley with the couple till he dies. It was fun in the middle of the story, but towards the end, when Marley got old, and sick and dies, I cried like mad inside the cinema. I hope the kids sitting far beside me did not realize that I cried. I was sobbing non-stop, even till the end. Gosh, how am I going to go out from the cinema. And the heartless BF was pointing and laughing at me. It's a nicccceeee movie for dog lovers =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SeKjJ2LMGKI/AAAAAAAAAQU/s_3QI_thX2Q/s1600-h/lovematters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SeKjJ2LMGKI/AAAAAAAAAQU/s_3QI_thX2Q/s320/lovematters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323997099061942434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Love Matters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This movie is selling hot even towards the end of the screening but I manage to catch it. It's a Singaporean movie, but I felt it's too Malaysianize maybe because it's filmed in Malaysia with a lot of Malaysians star in it. The movie is too long (I felt like it's dragging), and I kinda don't like Benny (their son) in the movie. I felt that he look damn dumb and idiot in it. The movie is all about sex and love. I still prefers The Wedding Game or Money Not Enough 2 compared to this movie. If you are a Jack Neo's or Singapore movie fan, worth watching :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's all the movie I watched for the past few weeks. I personally recommend Marley and Me and Knowing out of the 6 movies. Looking forward to watch BOLT! (you know where :P). Chiaozzzz!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233568645168627775-5791716807146999714?l=deniseyanyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/feeds/5791716807146999714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233568645168627775&amp;postID=5791716807146999714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/5791716807146999714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/5791716807146999714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/2009/04/movies-i-watched.html' title='Movies I Watched =)'/><author><name>*esineDenise*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SeKikvx_01I/AAAAAAAAAQM/g1JPyY5gRuk/s72-c/racetowitchmountain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-2544853737663963563</id><published>2009-04-12T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T09:01:10.684-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>done with FYP but is still busy with assignments</title><content type='html'>I don't know why every time I was copying some things from the Word document, I can't publish my blog. It says something wrong with my HTML template. Grrr..what the heck is HTML template also I don't know. Jargons. Hate jargons. Hence, I need to type everything from beginning till the end. Again. Then, I am lazy, so I give up in publishing it. There goes another post which can't see the sun. Blueek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am actually doing my assignment now but I felt damn bored so thought of blogging something which I had done just now. I was trying all sorts of dresses (I don't have many tho') which I could wear to an annual dinner end of this month. I can't find anything which I like. Need to re-furnish my closets? Good idea :) I always think so too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SeIOlg0x0iI/AAAAAAAAAO8/8t_E5mQL6SQ/s1600-h/DSC03320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SeIOlg0x0iI/AAAAAAAAAO8/8t_E5mQL6SQ/s320/DSC03320.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323833747134599714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I look fat in this black dress T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SeIOlqe1YII/AAAAAAAAAO0/GH8V_to_2RM/s1600-h/DSC03319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SeIOlqe1YII/AAAAAAAAAO0/GH8V_to_2RM/s320/DSC03319.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323833749726912642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wore this for too many times already!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SeIOlqe1YII/AAAAAAAAAO0/GH8V_to_2RM/s1600-h/DSC03319.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SeIOleVy8iI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Mvj1KxN282Y/s1600-h/DSC03308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SeIOleVy8iI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Mvj1KxN282Y/s320/DSC03308.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323833746467779106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Somehow I feel this looks like night gown more than a dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And it's too short, and too low cut.&lt;br /&gt;It don't look nice with a black tube inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Those are the best 3 dresses which I had picked up! And I am not satisfied with all 3 of it. Argh! Shopping! Shopping! Shopping! I want shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: oh yea, and I haven't gotten the bags and sandals to match with those dresses. Another reason for me to go shopping right? wuahahaahhah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233568645168627775-2544853737663963563?l=deniseyanyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/feeds/2544853737663963563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233568645168627775&amp;postID=2544853737663963563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/2544853737663963563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/2544853737663963563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/2009/04/done-with-fyp-but-is-still-busy-with.html' title='done with FYP but is still busy with assignments'/><author><name>*esineDenise*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SeIOlg0x0iI/AAAAAAAAAO8/8t_E5mQL6SQ/s72-c/DSC03320.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-6330914389779474838</id><published>2009-04-07T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T05:31:15.096-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>I'm Gonna Miss You Much</title><content type='html'>I stole this from Rebekah's blog :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;L is for the way you look at me&lt;br /&gt;O is for the only one I see&lt;br /&gt;V is very very extraordinary&lt;br /&gt;E is even more than anyone that you adore can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is all that I can give to you&lt;br /&gt;Love is more than just a game for two&lt;br /&gt;Two in love can make it&lt;br /&gt;Take my heart and please don't break it&lt;br /&gt;Love was made for me and you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love was made for me and you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Oh, I miss my BF so much. When will I get the chance to see him again. Thanks to Reb's sad Korean OST videos. Feel like dumping everything and be with him all the time. Can I? I wish I could. Darn those assignments and study weeks and exams. Hate you all!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Oh, I will posting Kit's birthday celebration in Secret Recipe, outings for the past few weeks plus movies soon enough..soon...I hope it's real soon..hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233568645168627775-6330914389779474838?l=deniseyanyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/feeds/6330914389779474838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233568645168627775&amp;postID=6330914389779474838' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/6330914389779474838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/6330914389779474838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-gonna-miss-you-much.html' title='I&apos;m Gonna Miss You Much'/><author><name>*esineDenise*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-2517878186088690508</id><published>2009-03-20T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T08:31:06.312-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>a boring day</title><content type='html'>When you got fed-up with one thing, you will get fed-up with everything else surrounding you. That is what happen to me today. Yesterday's post was about waiting for miracle to happen and it does not happen. So, it affect my mood today - the whole day. I was being so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;useless &lt;/span&gt;wandering around the house and doing nothing productive. Useless me. Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, being so un-productive, I went and checked my mail box. Thank God someone did send some interesting stuff for me to check it out. I particularly attracted to one mail, where it describes my characteristics when I am in love according to my day of birth. Quite accurate though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am type number 4 where:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 号恋人：每月4 日、13 日、 22 日、31 日出生者&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;对4号恋人来说，安全感永远是第一考量，不过，第二、第三、第四考量恐怕还是安全感。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I need security in my relationship. Badly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;4号恋人对爱情的观念很传统，会以相当认真的态度去面对和经营爱情。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Have very conservative view in love. Will be very serious while in love. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;(So true for me.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;要4 号恋人主动出击…嘿嘿，他们可不轻易打没有把握的仗；不过，当有人对 4号恋人主动表示好感的时候， 4号恋人往往会以最快的速度跳入陷阱。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;We won't go for it if we are not sure with the results. But, when someone does a confession, we normally will fall for it, immediately. That's how each of my relationship started. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;(Isn't it so true?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;只不过，4 号恋人还是很坚持原则的，再怎么爱、再怎么盲目，若对方不能达到4 号恋人最基本的要求——也就是对方不能独属你一人时，4号恋人最终还是会从短暂的盲目中清醒，脱离这段没有结果的关系。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Even we fall into a relationship easily, we still stick to our principles. No matter how deep in love are we, if our partners could not fulfill our requirements, where they just can't belong to us, alone, we will be awake, and end this never-ending relationship. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;(Personally, I felt the same, but I still could not have the courage to do so. Why?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;4 号恋人特别需要安全感，所以也特别需要了解和掌握恋人的一切。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;We need the feeling of security badly. So, we need to know everything, in and out of our partner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;(Ya, I demand to know everything. No matter you're willing to tell me or not.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;4号恋人一向是看准了、了解了、做好准备了…才会付出行动；因此， 4号恋人的对象往往是从身边的朋友下手，从一般的关系开始萌生爱情的嫩芽。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;We will always aim our target correctly before taking any action. Thus, we will always pick someone who is near to use, like friends, and start our relationship from there.&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;(Why I feel that this post is describing about me?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;失恋症结点： 小心你的主观意识太强，时时要以你的意见为优先，伴侣可是会受不了的！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Most probably break up because of: too self-centered and does not accepts others opinion, and the partner could not withstand it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;(I admit that I always want the other one listen to me,but I am not wrong either!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;你是哪种 4号恋人?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; (You are which one?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;每月4 日出生的4号恋人： 最理想的贤妻良母、好丈夫类型，生活的细节靠他准不会出错。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;每月13日出生的4号恋人： 13日的恋人很讨厌落单，偏偏他们也真有本事，就是让你心甘情愿跟他东奔西走的。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;每月22日出生的4号恋人： 直觉既强又准的恋人，对于他们的原则，你还是跟着照办为妙吧！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;(I am born on 22nd so I will just explain this one =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I have very good and accurate instinct, why don't just follow my rules in everything? Well said!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;每月31日出生的4号恋人： 外表规矩、内心狂放，表里落差最大的恋人，越深入了解越有挑战性！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233568645168627775-2517878186088690508?l=deniseyanyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/feeds/2517878186088690508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233568645168627775&amp;postID=2517878186088690508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/2517878186088690508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/2517878186088690508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/2009/03/boring-day.html' title='a boring day'/><author><name>*esineDenise*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-8504494555041714980</id><published>2009-03-19T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T10:59:22.460-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><title type='text'>王力宏 - 心跳</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;想跟我吵架 我没那么无聊   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;不懂得道歉 我没那么聪明   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;好想要回到我们的塬点 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;你又在哭泣 我给不了安慰   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;我又在摇头 有那么点后悔   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;爱情的发展已难以回头却无法往前走   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;但身不由己出现在胸口   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;两颗心能塞几个问号   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;爱让我们流多少眼泪    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;你的眼神充满美丽带走我的心跳 　   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;你的温柔如此靠近带走我的心跳   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;逆转时光到一开始 能不能给一秒    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;等着哪一天你也想起   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;那悬在记忆中的美好&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;想跟我吵架 我没那么无聊   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;不懂得道歉 我没那么聪明   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;好想要回到我们的塬点 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;但身不由己出现在胸口   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;两颗心能塞几个问号   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;爱让我们流多少眼泪    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;你的眼神充满美丽带走我的心跳 　   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;你的温柔如此靠近带走我的心跳   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;逆转时光到一开始 能不能给一秒    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;等着哪一天你也想起   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;那悬在记忆中的美好&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;你的眼神充满美丽带走我的心跳 　   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;你的温柔如此靠近带走我的心跳   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;逆转时光到一开始 能不能给一秒    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;等着哪一天你也想起   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;那悬在记忆中的美好&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Lee Hom's new song..hearts it..**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233568645168627775-8504494555041714980?l=deniseyanyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/feeds/8504494555041714980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233568645168627775&amp;postID=8504494555041714980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/8504494555041714980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/8504494555041714980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='王力宏 - 心跳'/><author><name>*esineDenise*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-3796293305150980044</id><published>2009-03-19T10:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T10:46:04.202-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>the bad day</title><content type='html'>I don't know whether today is considered as a bad day for me or not. Remember my previous post, talking about how bad is GSC? I actually made a mistake myself, where I did not activate the secure code for my card (I get to know this after I called the call center). So, I activate it, but still I could not book the movie ticket. I called them again. Skip the long story, after I called them for like 3 times, they started to ignore my call. Well, at the end I manage to get them to send a new password for me to activate it again, but not today of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually hoping that miracle will happen today. But one call turns everything to be so-not-miracle at all. Spoilt my mood, spoilt my feeling, spoilt everything. I always thought I am the onw who should be on top, compared to others, but obviously I am not. Guess I should just bear with it, or just let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad, for thinking about letting go, for such small things. But, think deeply, if small things can cause uncertains and dissatisfaction, what will happen if it is a big thing? I could not imagine what will happen, what will I feel, what will others feel, what will be the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually have gone through worst, maybe not that worst. I had started to think whether I am having depression or what. Maybe a minor one. I actually wished I have. At least I know that I am abnormal by making my bed become a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sea-taste&lt;/span&gt; bed. I actually cried every night, without knowing the reason knowing why. Tears are flowing, but the mind is blank. But what I am sure is everything when he appears, I can't even control myself. Maybe I am already in the verge of exploding, or dropping into depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can even play my handphone games while I am crying. I had reach the point where I can cry and do things at the same time. Went to have pizza with housemates and James today. I had been yawning ever since in the class in the evening. But, now, almost 2 am, I am still typing this blog. I wanted to sleep so much. I am so sleepy. Still, I don't want to sleep. Because, I know, I wont't drift to sleep easily. Everything will come into my mind, and I will start the depression thingy again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that I would not have to face so many things in my life, because both my mind and my heart can't take it anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233568645168627775-3796293305150980044?l=deniseyanyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/feeds/3796293305150980044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233568645168627775&amp;postID=3796293305150980044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/3796293305150980044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/3796293305150980044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/2009/03/bad-day.html' title='the bad day'/><author><name>*esineDenise*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-8310159383138540456</id><published>2009-03-16T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T22:23:48.053-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>laammeee system for  GSC</title><content type='html'>ooh syit! I owe an apology to William. Remember that day when I was asking you why some of the features in my blog disappeared? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rupanya&lt;/span&gt; my blog was in the "Edit Html" mode instead of " Compose". &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paiseh&lt;/span&gt; ==||&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'll start this post by complaining about the online ticketing, online payment, and whatever system which is related to GSC!!&lt;br /&gt;1. I found out that it is very hard for me to check the showtimes as the page keep jumping here and there, no matter what I clicked. Everytime after I chose the cinema, and date, there will be "Problem Loading Page". I tried clicking on the "Next" button, after clicking back to the same page so many times, since they auto-direct me to other page (which is always a problem loading page. swt!) whenever I choose my options (s0 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ma fan&lt;/span&gt;!!!). It works this time, but everytime when I want to reserve seats, there's nothing for me to choose, and I found out I am signed out from the system. Gosh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Okay, continue from above. I signed in again. I choose the movie. Nothing for me to click to reserve. I signed out. I signed it again. Nothing. (One day I really going to give up reserving the movies) After so so so many times signing in and signing out, finally I managed to reserve, and it is fully reserved!!!!!!!!! (Imagine what I felt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Fully reserved. Done. I wanted to reserve Love Matters. Evening show, fully booked. Night show, fully booked. Is it that full ? (Well, I heard from Nicole telling me that nowadays they do not allowed people to reserve tickets anymore. But I did reserve, one month back. Hmmph. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. So, I am getting desperate. Above actions are done on Friday night. On the Sunday, feeling desperate, I tried online payment thingy using my credit card. Guess what, there are lots of seats for me to choose!!!!! Being so excited, I continue with my transaction. And, guess what? transaction could not be done. I tried 3 times with my credit card, and 1 time with Nicole's maybank2u account. 4 times!!!!! Nothing get done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to Pavillion, after one hour from the time I do my online payment, there is only 3 rows of seats left. Which is one hour after I doing the online things? So fast? Damn their stupid system! Oh, I thought it was my card's problem, but when I was paying for my DiGi bills with my card, everything is OK!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's the system which is not OK rite ??? I know, you can blame me for not booking the tickets earlier (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bleh :P)&lt;/span&gt; but I am still having doubts on the security of doing transactions online. Not IT savvy at all, even though being in an IT savvy college for 3 years (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blah,&lt;/span&gt; I am not in the IT course). Should have asked someone from my college to help to improve their systems. Maybe as a FYP project for them (It's great, rite?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough of everything. Next post will be the movie I watched on that day.&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hmmph, should I sleep, or continue with my FYP ? =P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233568645168627775-8310159383138540456?l=deniseyanyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/feeds/8310159383138540456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233568645168627775&amp;postID=8310159383138540456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/8310159383138540456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/8310159383138540456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/2009/03/laammeee-system-for-gsc.html' title='laammeee system for  GSC'/><author><name>*esineDenise*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-2894704937956084884</id><published>2009-03-09T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T02:17:05.216-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>I want to go to the CINEMA!!!!</title><content type='html'>I want to watch movies badly. I miss the cinema. The last movie I watched was The Wedding Game. I want to go to the CINEMA again!!!!! I watched Slumdog Millionaire through the laptop. That does not count =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many nice movies out there!&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch The Curious Case of Benjamin Button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch Love Matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch Watchmen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch Marley and Me (the lab is so so so so so cuuuteeeee!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch Hotel for Dogs (it is not shown in the cinema anymore. So i asked someone to download it for me =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I watch everything in one day? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233568645168627775-2894704937956084884?l=deniseyanyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/feeds/2894704937956084884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233568645168627775&amp;postID=2894704937956084884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/2894704937956084884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/2894704937956084884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-want-to-go-to-cinema.html' title='I want to go to the CINEMA!!!!'/><author><name>*esineDenise*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-2306866587641996784</id><published>2009-03-09T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T02:11:10.423-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>my Friend is getting married :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Two days back, I was with Esha in Secret Recipe (again) to have a drink or should I say to go online :P (I know one day we will ban from Secret Recipe). Then, Esha told me, Sree's going to married her 9 years of boyfriend! Back then, I was thinking, she is 23, 9 years means she had dated the guy since she was Form 2 !! My reaction was: impossible (I know I am being so mean). Esha asked, why is it impossible? It is POSSIBLE, and I am still like: no wayy, impossible (guess I don't believe in true love.wakaka). It seems like Sree's boyfriend is good-looking, and is working in Shell currently (obviously not the one who help people to pump petrol). Is there really such a perfect love? Well, the truth had knocked me. There is =) (so sweeeeeettttt!). Anyway I will congratulate Sree when the times come. You are such a lucky girl babe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh, I bumped into my friend's EX boyfriend during breakfast yesterday. I hope I did not recognize the wrong person. Well, he actually don't know who am I. I am such a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;kepo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;. I wonder whether they are still together as I seen she is still sending him message through Facebook. Well, 5 years of relationship, is it that easy to end it? Anyway, I am just being &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;kepo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; again. Forgive me :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Somehow rather, everyone's love life is a mess. Friends around me are not getting happy ending as everyone had expected. But I know it ended for good. I can't say my love life is wayyy so perfect as I have my own ups and downs as well. Like what Shi Kit said: I rather to be single than to be involved in a messy relationship. Ha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh! Another thing. I saw the idiot in my area. What is he doing here? I thought he is damn busy, but he can still have time to come here, nicely parked his car and God knows what is he doing. Such an idiot. Gosh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233568645168627775-2306866587641996784?l=deniseyanyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/feeds/2306866587641996784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233568645168627775&amp;postID=2306866587641996784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/2306866587641996784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/2306866587641996784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-friend-is-getting-married.html' title='my Friend is getting married :)'/><author><name>*esineDenise*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-3440390730427826153</id><published>2009-02-24T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T08:51:14.006-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><title type='text'>Love Story</title><content type='html'>I felt in love with this song ever since the first time I heard of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Story - Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800000;"&gt;We were both young, when I first saw you&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes and the flashback starts&lt;br /&gt;I’m standing there, on a balcony of summer air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800000;"&gt;I see the lights, see the party, the ball gowns&lt;br /&gt;I see you make your way through the crowd&lt;br /&gt;You say hello, little did I know…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800000;"&gt;That you were Romeo, you were throwing pebbles&lt;br /&gt;And my daddy said “stay away from Juliet”&lt;br /&gt;And I was crying on the staircase&lt;br /&gt;Begging you please don’t go…&lt;br /&gt;And I said…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800000;"&gt;Romeo take me somewhere, we can be alone&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be waiting, all there’s left to do is run&lt;br /&gt;You’ll be the prince and I’ll be the princess,&lt;br /&gt;It’s a love story, baby, just say yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800000;"&gt;So I sneak out to the garden to see you&lt;br /&gt;We keep quiet, because we’re dead if they knew&lt;br /&gt;So close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Escape this town for a little while&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Ohhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800000;"&gt;Cause you were Romeo, I was a scarlet letter,&lt;br /&gt;And my daddy said “stay away from Juliet”&lt;br /&gt;But you were everything to me&lt;br /&gt;I was begging you, please don’t go…&lt;br /&gt;And I said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800000;"&gt;Romeo take me somewhere, we can be alone&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be waiting, all there’s left to do is run&lt;br /&gt;You’ll be the prince and I’ll be the princess&lt;br /&gt;It’s a love story, baby, just say yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800000;"&gt;Romeo save me, they’re trying to tell me how to feel&lt;br /&gt;This love is difficult, but it’s real&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be afraid, we’ll make it out of this mess&lt;br /&gt;It’s a love story, baby, just say yes&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Ohhh…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800000;"&gt;I got tired of waiting&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if you were ever coming around&lt;br /&gt;My faith in you was fading&lt;br /&gt;When I met you on the outskirts of town&lt;br /&gt;And I said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800000;"&gt;Romeo save me, I’ve been feeling so alone&lt;br /&gt;I keep waiting, for you but you never come&lt;br /&gt;Is this in my head, I don’t know what to think&lt;br /&gt;He kneels to the ground and pulled out a ring and said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800000;"&gt;Marry me Juliet, you’ll never have to be alone&lt;br /&gt;I love you, and that’s all I really know&lt;br /&gt;I talked to your dad-you’ll pick the white dress&lt;br /&gt;It’s a love story, baby just say…yes…&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Ohhh… Oh, Oh, Ohhh…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800000;"&gt;We were both young when I first saw you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: she is very pretty :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233568645168627775-3440390730427826153?l=deniseyanyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/feeds/3440390730427826153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233568645168627775&amp;postID=3440390730427826153' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/3440390730427826153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/3440390730427826153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-story.html' title='Love Story'/><author><name>*esineDenise*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-827338585531777316</id><published>2009-02-06T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T01:46:16.721-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>25 Random Things</title><content type='html'>The Obligatory Procedure:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules: Once you’ve been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it’s because I want to know more about you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am feared of lizards and grasshoppers and other tiny insects&lt;br /&gt;2. I could not stand messy room&lt;br /&gt;3. I always think too much before I do something which results in I am not doing anything&lt;br /&gt;4. I likes to eat pork&lt;br /&gt;5. I dislike brocolli and carrot&lt;br /&gt;6. I do not take any drinks which contains milk&lt;br /&gt;7. I do not like soya bean and taufu fa&lt;br /&gt;8. I can't stand the smell of half boiled eggs&lt;br /&gt;9. I need to have rice to satisfy my hunger&lt;br /&gt;10. I likes shopping&lt;br /&gt;11. I dislike window shopping&lt;br /&gt;12. Pineapple and rambutan is my favourite food&lt;br /&gt;13. I am a very sensitive person&lt;br /&gt;14. I cry easily&lt;br /&gt;15. I feel gifts are very important on special occasions, no matter what it is&lt;br /&gt;16. I am not a fan of chocolates&lt;br /&gt;17. I need a clarification ASAP if something is wrong. I can't stand waiting like an idiot&lt;br /&gt;18. I love buying pretty clothes but don't always wears it&lt;br /&gt;19. I likes to pamper myself whenever I feel I need it, no matter what cost is it&lt;br /&gt;20. I hearts tea&lt;br /&gt;21. I am satisfy with my size&lt;br /&gt;22. I like to gather with my best buddies in a coffee shop and talks for n hours&lt;br /&gt;23. I have only a few real buddies&lt;br /&gt;24. I hate fake peoples&lt;br /&gt;25. I hate those who likes to utilise others weakness to fulfill their own intentions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There goes 25 random things of myself =) What about you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233568645168627775-827338585531777316?l=deniseyanyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/feeds/827338585531777316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233568645168627775&amp;postID=827338585531777316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/827338585531777316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/827338585531777316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/2009/02/25-random-things.html' title='25 Random Things'/><author><name>*esineDenise*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-3183266541889145992</id><published>2009-01-21T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T08:05:26.724-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>Confusions</title><content type='html'>Recently there are a lot of things going on in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~the most feared FYP&lt;br /&gt;~my future after graduating&lt;br /&gt;~a place to stay after graduating&lt;br /&gt;~how to meet dear after moved out&lt;br /&gt;~study? or work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these things,  going around in my mind all the days, non-stop. Actually the most saddest part is after i move out, it will be very hard for us to meet each other again. I really don't want that to happen. I will miss him loads and loads and loads *sad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argghh!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should just listen to Priya. Don't plan anything. Whatever it will be, it will be. But still, I can feel the painfulness in my heart, every night, when he whispers good night to my ears and my tears start to roll down....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233568645168627775-3183266541889145992?l=deniseyanyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/feeds/3183266541889145992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233568645168627775&amp;postID=3183266541889145992' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/3183266541889145992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/3183266541889145992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/2009/01/confusions.html' title='Confusions'/><author><name>*esineDenise*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-1430076430851911251</id><published>2009-01-05T03:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T07:35:08.781-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>Me am back AGAIN !</title><content type='html'>I had been lost in awhile due to the non-existence of Internet connection in my hometown plus adding the 2 weeks year end break makes me feel so lazy to face the laptop. I even neglected my final year project. What a student :)&lt;br /&gt;And now, 2 weeks are gone, and guess what? I am looking forward for the Chinese New Year holidays! After the holidays I will be looking forward for my semester break on the early of February! One week! Yeah! and guess what, my final year project is due on March. So, I wonder can I control myself to do my work instead of lepak-ing around during the holidays..Scary.&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, during the 2 weeks break, I went to Kuantan and also Malacca. Will be posting the pictures soon (which I never know when is that) :)&lt;br /&gt;During the holidays, and before that, I was chasing on the latest TVB serials. The Gem of Life. Thanks to my mom who constantly updating the DVDs in my house,I keep watching and watching and watching.I even finished one DVD which consist of 10 epsiodes in one day few days back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SWIMi7iE0lI/AAAAAAAAANs/nqlzwlMFXOY/s1600-h/highlights_08-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SWIMi7iE0lI/AAAAAAAAANs/nqlzwlMFXOY/s320/highlights_08-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287802706722083410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"The Gem of Life"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;See the casting in the movie? I think TVB used up all their actors and even the "ke le fe" are famous stars. But the show getting kind of bored and bored and drag and drag. I had reach episode 50, and i think the story only begins on episode 50 =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. Will blog about Malacca and Kuantan trip next time (if I still remember) =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaozzzz     (^^Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233568645168627775-1430076430851911251?l=deniseyanyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/feeds/1430076430851911251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233568645168627775&amp;postID=1430076430851911251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/1430076430851911251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/1430076430851911251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/2009/01/me-am-back-again.html' title='Me am back AGAIN !'/><author><name>*esineDenise*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SWIMi7iE0lI/AAAAAAAAANs/nqlzwlMFXOY/s72-c/highlights_08-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-6277236412207033410</id><published>2008-12-16T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T06:17:06.675-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>i am just an aVerage girl</title><content type='html'>I am just an average girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had anyone heard about a song title or any song related to the title of my post? I vaguely remember there is a song which sings the heart out of an average girl. Or maybe I am just imagining it because I wanted the song to exist so much. Yeah. Pathetic for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been leading a very &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;simple&lt;/span&gt; life since I am born. Simple in the sense of there is nothing like big disasters, most embarrassing situations, most awkward encounters which happened in my life. Well minus those break-ups with some guys which keeps me sad for days and a week at most. (Hope someone does not read this T_T). In other words, I am just an average girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember what happens in my kindergartens, so I will just skip it and start with my primary school life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my primary school days, I am kind of a bright girl, but not very bright compared to my classmates. I got good results, but not as good as my classmates. I wanted to be number one but always ended up be number two. I remembered once I am being boycotted for no reasons. So damn pitiful during those times where you don't have friends around you. Going to school is just like a torture to me. Lucky it ended after awhile and I am back to the gang again. Since then I am being very self-conscious with myself. I try not to speak the wrong words, I try to behave like the gang, I try to be someone they like. I guess I brought up this attitude till now. What a pathetic I am. I am just an average girl. Well, read the next story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my secondary school days, I get to know many great friends, but some of them leave to another school in between the school terms. I will never get along with some friends, and I know they hated me too. But I do not care. I still have my own friends, close ones and even though I do not have to be as self-conscious as previously, I still have it inside me. You just don't know what others are thinking or thinking about you. Some can just be very friendly with you and in the next minute they are gossiping about you behind your backs and they stop talking to you. I do not know the reason why, or maybe it is because of me either saying the wrong things to them or it is just a bad timing. I am an ugly girl during sec (I did not say I am pretty now, beware.) so there is no one there to pay attention on me. I was being bullied by the seniors, the first time in my whole life and I almost changed school. I took part in clubs, but I am always not the outstanding ones.  I performed, I danced, I talked, but as usual I am not the best one. I am just an average girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I am leading a college life, and I am to be considered as an adult now. My life? I am not the brightest in the class, so I won't get noticed by the lecturers. I am not the laziest in the class so I won't be noticed by lecturers. I am not the most outspoken one in class so I won't be noticed by lecturers. All this changed when I attended my Malaysian and Moral studies class with my dearest Mr Warren. I accidentally found out that he named my class as 'Denise's class'. At that time, I was so proud, the feeling of being in front of everybody feels so good. But that only last for the semester. When the class ends, my feeling ends too. Friends? I have, even though not many but is not few also. But, the attention will always never be on me. I am just a follower, or the someone who will be call just because of another someone is going. So so so pathetic. When I knew their true colors, I stop hanging out with them. Well, as if they care. I do not want to always 'follow the majority', I wanted to make my own decisions as well. But i dare not to. Because I afraid I will make someone pissed off because of that, and I do not want that to happen. Why am I so stupid, putting my own life on behalf of others? Like one of my friend always quote herself 'I am just the grass at the roadside'. Pathetic but true. Who am I to demand so much. I did not say that I do not enjoy my college life, I enjoyed it, but not to the fullest. I wanted something different. Something different from my life. I am just an average girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till recently I found out something which really pissed me off, I get so fed up with these persons, I start ignoring them. Do 'you' remember I was telling you that I am having depression? All sorts of things came into my mind. It is either facts or something which I am imagining. This will happen when you become too self-conscious. When will I become my real self? I only become myself in front of few people. you and you and 'you'. Hope you know who you are =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well well, enough of "I am just an average girl". Got to say bye bye now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I wanted to go CNY shopping badly! William please remember your promise. And I wanted to watch BOLT too! Who want to go with me? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/p/s: Due to great demands, I will update my blog frequently..buuahahahah *winks*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233568645168627775-6277236412207033410?l=deniseyanyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/feeds/6277236412207033410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233568645168627775&amp;postID=6277236412207033410' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/6277236412207033410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/6277236412207033410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-am-just-average-girl.html' title='i am just an aVerage girl'/><author><name>*esineDenise*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-6750780903887622408</id><published>2008-11-12T02:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T02:35:15.095-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>the Japanese lady in my block</title><content type='html'>Before I know that she was a Japanese lady, I thought that she is a Chinese lady married to a Malay, because her kids were talking in Bahasa Melayu with her (why I said Malay because the skin tone for her kids are dark).&lt;br /&gt;It is when aYee told me that she is a Japanese lady and then only I realized that she is very fair and has small eyes and always wearing a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sarong&lt;/span&gt; (for me it looks like a kind of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sarong&lt;/span&gt;-lah). I always have the chance to bump on her in the lift in the afternoon when she picks up the kids from school.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I met her again, together with her primary-school son and small cute daughter toting from behind eating something. Her son was speaking to her in fluent Malay plus English while the daughter is busy eating her food. When she opened her mouth and talked to her mom, that is where I got shocked! She was speaking in Japanese - fluently like how I speak my Mandarin. Oh gosh, she is just so so cute in her little blue dress, long wavy hair and fair skin complexion like her mother. How I wished I can speak in Japanese as fluent as her! I think she is not even enrolled in kindergarten yet.&lt;br /&gt;Should I marry a Japanese guy to get such a cute kid? Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: she is really, very, very the cute!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233568645168627775-6750780903887622408?l=deniseyanyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/feeds/6750780903887622408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233568645168627775&amp;postID=6750780903887622408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/6750780903887622408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/6750780903887622408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/2008/11/japanese-lady-in-my-block.html' title='the Japanese lady in my block'/><author><name>*esineDenise*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-7237637820811060190</id><published>2008-10-22T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T08:25:47.112-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>the BORE-DOOM</title><content type='html'>Today, I am bored to death. Maybe because Nic is not at home with me. Normally around this hour both of us will be in the hall become typing monster. Now, Nic is celebrating her freedom with her friends and I am alone at home. Sob..Sob..No motivation to do work. So basically the whole day I am Alt-Tab-ing from my Word document and Facebook. So lame. Got nothing else to do than Facebook. Just can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is so nice with Facebook? Recently I added (not me added, is 'someone' added it for me) 2 applications, Fish Wrangler and 义气仔女Online. Both of this application needs constant visit in order to upgrade the levels. Like Fish Wrangler, I need to go fishing every 15 minutes. As for the 义气仔女Online, I need to bank in my 'protection money' every hour to prevent others from stealing it. I can get so addicted with this 2 applications until I need to close the whole Facebook to prevent me from playing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, this evening I also cleaned off the remaining of colors on my toes and apply it with a new coat. Now it looks so pinky! Shinier, brighter and nicer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it is sharp 11 pm. I need to go 义气仔女Online again to keep my money. Sigh. This is how i got through my whole day. Well, at least biu gor is around in MSN so I can express my boredom to him and he sent me a youtube video to entertain me (a practical entertainment). What is not practical? He asked me to off all the lights in the house and pretend as ghost. I said I am scared. Then he asked me to take out all my clothes, Nic clothes and Boon clothes and tie it, drop it to balcony and ask me to climb down. I said it's raining. He asked me to wear raincoat T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here is the video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6jQ-QDzyhpo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6jQ-QDzyhpo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks biu gor ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways other than biu gor there is someone else who is disturbing me as well. Keep asking me to treat him yumcha this weekend, if not he will teach my hy bad things. Teach la! Teach la! See I am more evil or you are more evil, or should I should I say, see hy will listen to who.. Mwuahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 minutes gone, and I still can't figure out what I am supposed to do now. Think I should get back to my munching Pringles business. Full-lah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am bored! I am bored! I am bored! I am bored to death. Someone please save me! Bla..bla..bla..bla..pathetic T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6jQ-QDzyhpo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233568645168627775-7237637820811060190?l=deniseyanyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/feeds/7237637820811060190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233568645168627775&amp;postID=7237637820811060190' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/7237637820811060190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/7237637820811060190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/2008/10/bore-doom.html' title='the BORE-DOOM'/><author><name>*esineDenise*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-1033260464627842379</id><published>2008-10-11T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T00:10:28.824-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>a Birthday to Celebrate</title><content type='html'>Ahh..the important day is coming. 14th of October. Someone's birthday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These questions are coming into the mind now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ღ How to celebrate?&lt;br /&gt;ღ Where to celebrate? Home? Dine outside?&lt;br /&gt;ღ What gift should I buy?? bag? mp3? clothes?&lt;br /&gt;ღ What cake should I buy?? blueberry? cheesecake? Secret Recipe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh..so many questions, and I need solutions for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lazy to think about it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah..I'll think about it later~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233568645168627775-1033260464627842379?l=deniseyanyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/feeds/1033260464627842379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233568645168627775&amp;postID=1033260464627842379' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/1033260464627842379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/1033260464627842379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/2008/10/birthday-to-celebrate.html' title='a Birthday to Celebrate'/><author><name>*esineDenise*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-2365799620551226313</id><published>2008-10-06T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T04:13:52.674-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><title type='text'>The Old Man</title><content type='html'>The old man complaint about our attendance to the admin today. So, some of us are asked to see the admin manager to know what is happening. Before going into the room, I am very pissed off why I am the one being called, and not the others. I get to know that my attendance is just 82 % overall. I can consider myself lucky, because it is still above the average. I am still at the safe side.&lt;br /&gt;But when he showed me the whole list, I saw one module stated that my attendance is only 69 %. At first I did not think anything, till my classmate asked me why is it so low. I am worried so I went to check back again, and the admin manager told me that it is 77 % for that subject. My God!&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether its the lecturer did not update the attendance, or any other reasons. Because I only absent for 4 classes. 4 classes make my attendance become 77 % ?!?! What I could not believe that my friends which skip the same amount of classes with me, has higher percentage of attendance than me (sorry for being selfish here, that is what is happening now).&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I hope that for the coming 3 weeks, I can compensate back my attendances, because I still have 10 more classes to go. *fingers crossed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I just could not understand that, 4 classes can turn my attendance to below 80 %. What is going happen to other classmates which did not turn in to classes at all ? So unfair~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233568645168627775-2365799620551226313?l=deniseyanyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/feeds/2365799620551226313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233568645168627775&amp;postID=2365799620551226313' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/2365799620551226313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/2365799620551226313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/2008/10/old-man.html' title='The Old Man'/><author><name>*esineDenise*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-7053335562658849514</id><published>2008-09-26T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T11:11:40.616-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Wall-E</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SN0loVuZihI/AAAAAAAAANU/jhxHjQUcdPQ/s1600-h/wall-e_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SN0loVuZihI/AAAAAAAAANU/jhxHjQUcdPQ/s200/wall-e_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250394115540617746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone had been bragging about Wall-E and I really want to know what is so special with it. At last I get to watch it with dear. Surprisingly, I thought I will be amazed, but actually I did not. Another surprise is where dear did not complaint that the movie is not boring. Maybe there are too many robots inside the movie. That is what makes him attracted to it. I don't know why I don't feel the movie is so special like what others had said. I thought it was a very great love story, but I don't feel heart warming at all. Maybe it's because of my mood at that time. I was very disappointed that dear going to leave me so soon, and I could not picture myself in the movie. Too high of expectations, I guess. T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233568645168627775-7053335562658849514?l=deniseyanyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/feeds/7053335562658849514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233568645168627775&amp;postID=7053335562658849514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/7053335562658849514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/7053335562658849514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/2008/09/wall-e.html' title='Wall-E'/><author><name>*esineDenise*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SN0loVuZihI/AAAAAAAAANU/jhxHjQUcdPQ/s72-c/wall-e_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-909311412600866269</id><published>2008-09-26T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T11:05:29.390-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><title type='text'>So Depressed</title><content type='html'>I will start my work tomorrow. I swear I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will sit down quietly and do my things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the day ends, I must have some accomplishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I will. Good luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233568645168627775-909311412600866269?l=deniseyanyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/feeds/909311412600866269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233568645168627775&amp;postID=909311412600866269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/909311412600866269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/909311412600866269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-depressed.html' title='So Depressed'/><author><name>*esineDenise*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-2499729961493029621</id><published>2008-09-26T03:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T03:55:31.036-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><title type='text'>2 days in Times Square - Day 1</title><content type='html'>Day 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After me and dear bought our bus tickets for the Raya week, we went to Times Square for a walk. He said that he will let me to shop till 5 p.m. that day (it was just 1 p.m. when we reached) and I said deal. So, when we were walking around the shopping mall with no aim, he said its a waste of time, and let's go home. I rejected and continue walking and window shopping (and obviously he regretted what he said earlier. Haha) Then, we passed by a shop where they are having big sales, and I managed to grab one shirt for him, and forced him to buy it even though he doesn't want to. I know he was boring, so I brought him to his favourite restautant...ta da! KFC, to have our lunch, as usual we order the same set of meal (boringggggg..as I don't fancy KFC that much). After the lunch, we passed by Esarli, the shoe shop, and he make one sound and pull me away from the vision of the shop. Anyway, usually I will ignore him and enter the shop. And..ta da!  I bought another pair of sandals! The only thing he did is shake his head non-stop. When we passed by the earlier clothes shop again, I found another shirt for him! Due to my persuation, I managed to make him buy again.&lt;br /&gt;I felt boring, because he is the one who get to buy all the shirts, so I go and choose some for myself. After all the rummaged, I managed to get one blouse and one nice shorts for myself. And ta da! I bought it within half an hour. The only thing that he said was "I don't know why girls likes and can buy things without thinking". Pleaaseeee..he is the one who think too much everytime he bought something. We went to Secret Recipe for a tea break, where I ordered my favourite Chocolate Strawberry cake. Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SNy8nY5MWvI/AAAAAAAAAK8/SGHQQ5eOb_Q/s1600-h/DSC00646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SNy8nY5MWvI/AAAAAAAAAK8/SGHQQ5eOb_Q/s200/DSC00646.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250278650490411762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My favourite Chocolate Strawberry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We went to Sg Wang again for a walk, and headed back to Times Square for a dinner. We visited Food and Tea again, and decided to ordered some food we haven't tried before. Seems like we made the wrong decision to do so T__T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SNy8m8UBB1I/AAAAAAAAAKk/ux2hosHGeUg/s1600-h/DSC00661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SNy8m8UBB1I/AAAAAAAAAKk/ux2hosHGeUg/s200/DSC00661.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250278642818287442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Teng Zai porridge&lt;br /&gt;(the only eat-able thing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SNy8nFtgqdI/AAAAAAAAAK0/RUv8ta94EKw/s1600-h/DSC00663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SNy8nFtgqdI/AAAAAAAAAK0/RUv8ta94EKw/s200/DSC00663.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250278645341137362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rice with Minced Beef and Egg&lt;br /&gt;(It look nice, but taste..ehem. Basically they used spaghetti sauce and cooked it with the minced beef and pour it all over the rice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SNy8m46PLLI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ubErBwq1EPc/s1600-h/DSC00662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SNy8m46PLLI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ubErBwq1EPc/s200/DSC00662.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250278641904856242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I forgot what this called. It is a tong sui with red bean barley with milk&lt;br /&gt;(What a "great" combination)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He complaint throughout the session, about the food, the drink, bla..bla..bla..and I swear I won't let him step into this restaurant anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233568645168627775-2499729961493029621?l=deniseyanyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/feeds/2499729961493029621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233568645168627775&amp;postID=2499729961493029621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/2499729961493029621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/2499729961493029621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/2008/09/2-days-in-times-square-day-1.html' title='2 days in Times Square - Day 1'/><author><name>*esineDenise*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SNy8nY5MWvI/AAAAAAAAAK8/SGHQQ5eOb_Q/s72-c/DSC00646.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-5868399535984740233</id><published>2008-09-09T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T02:02:30.706-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>It's One Month Old!</title><content type='html'>I remember I still have one post sitting in the draft box waiting for me to post it. Well, I will get back to it when I have time ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, this post is dedicated to my w580i. It's her (t's a HER because its pink in color) 1 month old birthday! Yea! Yea! What I am glad is she is still in a good condition. Hope that this will last long *fingers crossed*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ the keypads haven crack (touch wood) and break (touch wood)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ the keys haven dropped out like what I've been told by others *God Bless*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ it did not shut down suddenly like what others had experienced *Fuh!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ the speaker is still in good condition *Thank God*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ and I just bought a new crystal casing for it (It's the 3rd case in one month! Gosh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, it looks as pretty as when it was new! I know, it is just one month old. But actually I am really really very glad and hope this phone can last me for a long, long, long time :) *fingers crossed) again :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233568645168627775-5868399535984740233?l=deniseyanyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/feeds/5868399535984740233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233568645168627775&amp;postID=5868399535984740233' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/5868399535984740233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/5868399535984740233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-one-month-old.html' title='It&apos;s One Month Old!'/><author><name>*esineDenise*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-3731466329417065994</id><published>2008-09-02T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T07:32:19.304-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><title type='text'>Duh~Here I am</title><content type='html'>What am I doing here? Duh~I am suppose to finish up Question 1 for Strategic Management assignment because I need to show Sham (which is a "guru ganti" for that subject, due to some *ehem* problems) next week! Well, all of you all must have been thinking, it is only one question, and why is it so hard for me to finish it. T__T&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to do it!!! But, my conscience (is it spelled like this?) forbids me so. *haha* Well, some conversation during the class freaks us out, I mean, really freaked us out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sham : Guys, I had sent your A*** for Less to approve. And I tell you, it is not an easy paper&lt;br /&gt;Us : Huh? Please don't joke la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sham : No, I am not joking. I proposed 2 solutions for Less. First, make it as an open book test&lt;br /&gt;Us (at the same time) : No! No! Open book means it's damn hard! We can't afford to waste time! Bla..Bla..Bla..Bla..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sham : Wait..wait..the second solution is to give you all the questions earlier, and you all find the answers.&lt;br /&gt;Us : Not a bad idea. Give us 3 weeks earlier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sham : But, Less rejected the idea.&lt;br /&gt;Us : La..Why???? (all look so disappointed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sham : But, he'll read the questions first before he decides. Anyways, I will try my best to help you all. Hey, I got the questions in my laptop now. Why don't I read it some for you all? (all starts taking out pen and papers) Don't bother to copy it, I will give you all the areas to study (all still waiting to copy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After she read out the question....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sham : So, the question will be in this kind of format&lt;br /&gt;Us : (speechless + rolled our eyes) But...but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sham : Let's discuss this later. We'll see how it goes. Oh, how's your literature review going on?&lt;br /&gt;Us : (rolled our eyes again + looking at each other + giggling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sham : You all better start yea. Don't do it last minute.&lt;br /&gt;Us : But, we have so many assignments to complete! We don't know we should start with which one first! (all the same excuses which is given to all the lecturers, which it is true!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sham : You still need to do it.&lt;br /&gt;Us : (Shy) Can we extend the date ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sham : ....................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There goes the exciting lecture in the library discussion room. Actually I still wanna blog about our trip to UPM library, but the blogging mood is not there. *Hmm* So not enthusiastic in blogging. Shame on me for creating this blog T__T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233568645168627775-3731466329417065994?l=deniseyanyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/feeds/3731466329417065994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233568645168627775&amp;postID=3731466329417065994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/3731466329417065994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/3731466329417065994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/2008/09/duhhere-i-am.html' title='Duh~Here I am'/><author><name>*esineDenise*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-8611824422988355181</id><published>2008-08-19T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T03:34:12.067-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foods'/><title type='text'>Fun and Tea @ 17/08/08 (Part II)</title><content type='html'>Hello again! As I had mentioned in the previous blog, this will be the Part II of our (me and aYee) quest in BTS. This post will featured the foods that we ate (It's not expensive food. Mind you). Here are the pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SKqapP9aXCI/AAAAAAAAAIc/H1zOffuAj4k/s1600-h/DSC00106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SKqapP9aXCI/AAAAAAAAAIc/H1zOffuAj4k/s200/DSC00106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236167550221048866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;aYee: Welcome to Fun and Tea. Let me intro you to some nice food here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SKqcpXL1rGI/AAAAAAAAAJE/GplZTljG8hU/s1600-h/DSC00110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SKqcpXL1rGI/AAAAAAAAAJE/GplZTljG8hU/s200/DSC00110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236169751183862882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;aYee with Honey Lemon Juice. So pretty ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SKqcpkm6JiI/AAAAAAAAAJM/ePO5fQ2rtfw/s1600-h/DSC00111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SKqcpkm6JiI/AAAAAAAAAJM/ePO5fQ2rtfw/s200/DSC00111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236169754787063330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and my Tong Yun tong sui. Nice ah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SKqaprJzakI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rtkqv3GxKk0/s1600-h/DSC00109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SKqaprJzakI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rtkqv3GxKk0/s200/DSC00109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236167557520779842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Tong Yun tong sui. I miss it so much T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SKqdEcHQ7-I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/vulMVLA1yb8/s1600-h/DSC00118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SKqdEcHQ7-I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/vulMVLA1yb8/s200/DSC00118.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236170216363323362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OMG! See the filling inside my Tong Yun. Delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SKqcpzr2rzI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1_tbiFC4hpE/s1600-h/DSC00108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SKqcpzr2rzI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1_tbiFC4hpE/s200/DSC00108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236169758834339634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ME and aYee (like the lighting so much!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SKqcqF4al5I/AAAAAAAAAJk/3znYPAkyIhA/s1600-h/DSC00112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SKqcqF4al5I/AAAAAAAAAJk/3znYPAkyIhA/s200/DSC00112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236169763718862738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;aYee and her Teng Chai porridge&lt;br /&gt;(got oyster and pork. Nice! Worth trying it!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it only cost you 6 bucks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SKqev6LDfxI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Qxa_Jk9ha14/s1600-h/DSC00113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SKqev6LDfxI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Qxa_Jk9ha14/s200/DSC00113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236172062678286098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The porridge. We are too anxious to taste it and&lt;br /&gt;forgot to take a picture when it's just served.&lt;br /&gt;(This is after she mixed everything together)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SKqdEJwuvGI/AAAAAAAAAJs/CDlhVi0kxxQ/s1600-h/DSC00115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SKqdEJwuvGI/AAAAAAAAAJs/CDlhVi0kxxQ/s200/DSC00115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236170211436969058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Pork Chop with Mee&lt;br /&gt;(I won't order this for second time) T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SKqdEakdTkI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/cbD2o_O92a4/s1600-h/DSC00117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SKqdEakdTkI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/cbD2o_O92a4/s200/DSC00117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236170215948897858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At last, our favorites!!&lt;br /&gt;(Can't get enough from McD's. :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That's all for now. Will post in more if I have the chance to go out again :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233568645168627775-8611824422988355181?l=deniseyanyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/feeds/8611824422988355181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233568645168627775&amp;postID=8611824422988355181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/8611824422988355181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/8611824422988355181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/2008/08/fun-and-tea-170808-part-ii.html' title='Fun and Tea @ 17/08/08 (Part II)'/><author><name>*esineDenise*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SKqapP9aXCI/AAAAAAAAAIc/H1zOffuAj4k/s72-c/DSC00106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-575835355611808212</id><published>2008-08-17T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T02:57:39.827-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><title type='text'>Fun and Tea @ 17/08/08 (Part I)</title><content type='html'>Today is the day when aYee's sister going to take the bus back to Temerloh. So, me and aYee accompany them to Titiwangsa, and after that we took the monorail straight to BTS to "jalan-jalan". I labeled this post as Part I because I just wanted to post what we had bought during the "jalan jalan", and Part II will be about what we had ate. ;) Okay, here goes the list of the things we bought.&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/user/My%20Documents/My%20Pictures/fun%20n%20tea/DSC00104.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/user/My%20Documents/My%20Pictures/fun%20n%20tea/DSC00104.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/user/My%20Documents/My%20Pictures/fun%20n%20tea/DSC00104.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SKqT44vxGgI/AAAAAAAAAHM/ySgQCfqd3tg/s1600-h/DSC00104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SKqT44vxGgI/AAAAAAAAAHM/ySgQCfqd3tg/s200/DSC00104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236160122286316034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kasugai Wasabi Horse Radish Nuts&lt;br /&gt;We bought this from the Japanese fair just for&lt;br /&gt;my Biu Gor aka aYee's dad ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SKqUzF2ZhRI/AAAAAAAAAH8/WeUZUVFfxS4/s1600-h/DSC00136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 129px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SKqUzF2ZhRI/AAAAAAAAAH8/WeUZUVFfxS4/s200/DSC00136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236161122236204306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;aYee bought this 3 alphabets and make it as necklace.&lt;br /&gt;So pretty..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SKqUzV3rv1I/AAAAAAAAAIE/STTrQcLhsI4/s1600-h/DSC00137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 123px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SKqUzV3rv1I/AAAAAAAAAIE/STTrQcLhsI4/s200/DSC00137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236161126536560466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;aYee's earrings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SKqUzYAbQBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/lI6h3KcYYI0/s1600-h/DSC00138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 137px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SKqUzYAbQBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/lI6h3KcYYI0/s200/DSC00138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236161127110098962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;aYee's earrings again :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SKqUb2TiO8I/AAAAAAAAAHk/v5UKApwpbsA/s1600-h/DSC00122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 138px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SKqUb2TiO8I/AAAAAAAAAHk/v5UKApwpbsA/s200/DSC00122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236160722926451650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This two pairs are mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SKqUbvWd0HI/AAAAAAAAAHc/qycIFPrWqrE/s1600-h/DSC00119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 137px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SKqUbvWd0HI/AAAAAAAAAHc/qycIFPrWqrE/s200/DSC00119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236160721059696754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A necklace I bought from the Awakening book fair inside BTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SKqUbWyO-5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/7GTDf2MfEHc/s1600-h/DSC00121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 184px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SKqUbWyO-5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/7GTDf2MfEHc/s200/DSC00121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236160714465278866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh yea..mine :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SKqUcNIN5KI/AAAAAAAAAHs/c6IkA_JlxWU/s1600-h/DSC00124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 141px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SKqUcNIN5KI/AAAAAAAAAHs/c6IkA_JlxWU/s200/DSC00124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236160729052996770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A very nice handphone pouch for my "new" handphone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SKqUzksvARI/AAAAAAAAAIU/AIHC9VxVSkc/s1600-h/DSC00140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 148px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SKqUzksvARI/AAAAAAAAAIU/AIHC9VxVSkc/s200/DSC00140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236161130517168402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;aYee's cute umbrella. So pink-ish and purple-ish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/user/My%20Documents/My%20Pictures/fun%20n%20tea/DSC00104.JPG" alt="" /&gt;So girl-ish :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SKqUcBrPZTI/AAAAAAAAAH0/E5Y7fOm_MX4/s1600-h/DSC00125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 139px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SKqUcBrPZTI/AAAAAAAAAH0/E5Y7fOm_MX4/s200/DSC00125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236160725978670386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last but not least, my source of keeping me awake in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, I know it's not very nice things to show here. But..who cares. Ha! Actually both of us wanna to get a nice pair of sandals, but we can't get any. There are sales, promotions, but the shop tend to hike up the price and put it for 50% discount sales. I still need to pay more than 50 bucks just to get a nice sandal. Forget about it. I better use it on something else (like clothings :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the Part II will come up soon. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233568645168627775-575835355611808212?l=deniseyanyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/feeds/575835355611808212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233568645168627775&amp;postID=575835355611808212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/575835355611808212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/575835355611808212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/2008/08/fun-and-tea-170808-part-i.html' title='Fun and Tea @ 17/08/08 (Part I)'/><author><name>*esineDenise*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SKqT44vxGgI/AAAAAAAAAHM/ySgQCfqd3tg/s72-c/DSC00104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-7072875115076195865</id><published>2008-07-26T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:54:33.034-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Hellboy II [The Golden Army]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SIvlRC9vpwI/AAAAAAAAAHE/EJQvIfhQ5r0/s1600-h/Hellboy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SIvlRC9vpwI/AAAAAAAAAHE/EJQvIfhQ5r0/s200/Hellboy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227523873509975810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the movie I watch, for like after how many months? I forgotten and I only remembered the last movie I watched was Kungfu Panda (Oh, now I remembered, it's somewhere in mid-June). It's kind of a hard choice for me to choose the movie that we are supposed to watch on that day, because there are too many nice movies available in the cinema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to watch Wanted, but they only have one show for it, and we can't make it on that time. There goes the second choice, The Dark Knight. I really want to know is this movie really that good, till everyone is giving full rate to it. But still, they have 3pm and 6 pm, where we can't make it at this time. At last, Hellboy II. I would not say this is my last choice, because I wanted to watch this movie too, as I had watched their first movie. I kind of like the character of this Hellboy (and scared of his friend, Abe, that frog). Finally, I booked the ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beginning of the show was funny, where Liz and Hellboy were arguing and she was burning everything around her. Then, this disgusting fella name Wind came out, along with Prince Nuada. Wind looks so disgusting till I could not look at him anymore longer. Then the BPRD new boss came, which is a robot with smoke inside it, looks funny. I was waiting for the Golden Army to come out and fight with Hellboy, but seems like they don;t have the chance to fight. Overall it's a good movie, and I don't regret watching it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I feel irritated the most is the person behind me keep kicking my seat. Helloooo, don't you know that people will feel irritated if you do it from the beginning of the movie till the movie ends? I don't understand why there is such a stupid people wandering out in this world. I gave him all the reaction I can, and still he is so damn stupid and could not get what I mean and keep doing the same thing. Damn him. Hope he fall down in the middle of the road while he is crossing it (Opps, sorry :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I watched the trailer of The Mummy, The Rising of the Golden Emperor. It is a blast !! I swear no matter what I had to do, I will go and watch that movie. The scene, the people, the place they go, superb! (I hope I won't get cheated by the trailer. Ha Ha Ha)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233568645168627775-7072875115076195865?l=deniseyanyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/feeds/7072875115076195865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233568645168627775&amp;postID=7072875115076195865' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/7072875115076195865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/7072875115076195865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/2008/07/hellboy-ii-golden-army.html' title='Hellboy II [The Golden Army]'/><author><name>*esineDenise*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xkvi2TG5l8I/SIvlRC9vpwI/AAAAAAAAAHE/EJQvIfhQ5r0/s72-c/Hellboy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-896721704087848894</id><published>2008-07-24T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T09:20:58.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to me :)</title><content type='html'>22nd of July is my birthday. But, why only now I post something about my birth-day things? Because I am so damn busy with my tutorials and projects, till I don't even have time to feed my dog in Facebook. At last, here I am, on a beautiful and free Thursday (I am free not because I don't have work to do, but I am free because I don't have any class tomorrow and I can be lazy today).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a few people to thank, where they remembered my birthday, and wishes me. They are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Dear, thank you for the birthday song that you sang to me. You still owe me the Chinese version one :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Nic and Boon, thanks for the surprise cake, as well as the wishing bottle which have a lot of small wishing bottles inside it. The cake is delicious :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Biu Gor/Fai@Fai, thanks for the SLIM and long giraffe doll, and also the birthday card which has birthday song music :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Priya, sorry that I didn't pick up your call (Ha ha ha,you know la). Also thank you for the set of necklace and earrings that you gave me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Ruby Kok, to be the second one who wishes me, at least you "sek do" ah! My best buddy of all :) By the way, I got a very nice name. Please use that. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Acga, I am happy that you remember my birthday. Thanks for the wishes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Bju, you sent a birthday wish message to me early in the morning, and I appreciate it. Like you said, I will appreciate all the good things in my life (which includes you, of course) and also the birthday song that you "sing" to me in words. Don't forget, you still owe me one cake :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Jane, my dear cousin, thanks for the wishes. I don't know that you still remember when is my birthday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Dad, thank you. For the dinner, and also the birthday wish that you sent me. I miss you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Ellen, even though you misunderstood that my birthday already pass, but I don't mind. Thanks alot for the wishes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Mom, when I read your message, I almost fainted in class. Your such a creative birthday song almost make me laugh in front of the lecturer. Anyway, I appreciate it very much :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Jeffrey, many things had happened between us, and even though your birthday message comes a bit late, but still, it is always late than never :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Lewis, I thought Jeffrey will be the last person, can't imagine you are later than him. But the clock haven't strikes 12 yet, so you are not consider late. Thank you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Kylie, you are officially the last one who send me the birthday message. I know you really forgot when its my birthday. Don't pretend :) Anyway, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above are all the sms which my friends sent to me. To those who wishes me when I was in the college, thank you for the wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many unhappy things had happened in the college throughout this 2 years. I am happy to those who remember my birthday, to those who had forgotten, I forgive you. Ha ha ha. To those who remembered, but act like you had forgotten, I won't blame you all too. You will have your own path, and I will walk my own path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my thoughts, after I grew 1 year older.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233568645168627775-896721704087848894?l=deniseyanyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/feeds/896721704087848894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233568645168627775&amp;postID=896721704087848894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/896721704087848894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/896721704087848894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to me :)'/><author><name>*esineDenise*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-8920188860720540917</id><published>2008-07-21T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T04:49:41.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a very ineffecient me~</title><content type='html'>Why do I said that I am inefficient? Because every time I started a thing, I could not finish it properly. Just like writing a blog. Each time I log in to post something, I will end up leaving it into the draft section (since it is autosave, i normally just close the whole thing). If I have the mood, after few days, I will go search in the draft section, and finish the whole thing that I originally wanted to write. So lazy huh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Why? Why? Too mush of distraction I guess. Ha Ha Ha. There are sometimes when the moods come, and you quickly want to put everything in words, this  is when all kinds of distraction will come into place. MSN-lah, calls-lah, Facebook-lah, Yahoo-lah, all sorts of things! After I finish everything, the mood to continue writing the blog finished. Oh yea, it just happen few minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;I took almost one hour to just finish writing this 2 paragraph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, how can I change this =.="&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233568645168627775-8920188860720540917?l=deniseyanyan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/feeds/8920188860720540917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233568645168627775&amp;postID=8920188860720540917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/8920188860720540917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233568645168627775/posts/default/8920188860720540917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniseyanyan.blogspot.com/2008/07/very-ineffectient-me.html' title='a very ineffecient me~'/><author><name>*esineDenise*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15157536474489172322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233568645168627775.post-3999745246372312006</id><published>2008-07-08T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T09:08:16.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>最后一次</title><content type='html'>When I was in my grandparents house, Kylie shared a song with me. The song was written by a 17 years old girl to her boyfriend. The girl had passed away, and there are a lot of versions of story on how that girl passed away, but no one knows which one is the truth. Anyways, I found that the lyrics are very touching, and meaningful. Below are the lyrics :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;*&lt;span style="font-family: 宋体;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;在我最后一次&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-family: 宋体;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;闭上眼睛之前&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family: 宋体;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;我想對你說我愛你&lt;br /&gt; 在你怀里&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-family: 宋体;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;舍不得放弃&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-family: 宋体;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;心里有千万语还没说给你听&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 1pt; color: white;"&gt;:}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 1pt; color: white;"&gt;�&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 1pt; color: white;"&gt;qE0X,p4PtS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: 宋体;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;我使劲全力&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-family: 宋体;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;不想闭上眼睛&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-family: 宋体;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;这次告别就不能再相遇&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;"&gt;+?;|*F2P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;"&gt;�&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: 宋体;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;不能再陪你&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-family: 宋体;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;当不要忘记你曾经答应我你会好好活下去&lt;/span&gt;  (&lt;span style="font-family: 宋体;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;我永远爱你&lt;/span&gt;)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;"&gt;Z-y1s9B\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;"&gt;­{}&lt;br /&gt;O­a3N&lt;br /&gt; m2T LJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;"&gt;�&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;"&gt;PW&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: 宋体;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;想走了&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;span style="font-family: 宋体;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;去了好远的地方&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-family: 宋体;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;不能再陪你看日出等不到天亮&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 1pt; color: white;"&gt;_|4p;sdQQ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: 宋体;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;所有回忆抹去却并不容易&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-family: 宋体;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;生死由天决定不要太伤心&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 1pt; color: white;"&gt;*s3w'X+gC­|3I;o~#C&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;*repeat&lt;/p&gt;Lovynn, is the girl's name. Originating from Johor (I think so, that's what I got from the forum).&lt;br /&gt;The first version of the story is she had cancer and passed away. She know she is going to die soon, so she wrote this song for her boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second version of the story is she committed suicide, because her mother does not let her to be together with her boyfriend. So she wrote this song, and jumped off from a building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still doubt the originality of the story. Because, from the song, you can listen it is a full version, and it does not sound like a demo version with simple music, or without music at all. It sounds like it's recorded in a real studio. How can a simple girl, record a song in a studio and passed away? If the lyrics is written by her, but sang by someone else, then it is acceptable. But everyone was saying she sang it by her own. But according to Kylie's friend, the news of this girl came out in the paper before. Well, I don't know what the news are about, but I still doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I like this song, and go through difficult ways to find it. I got the video in youtube, but could not find the mp3. Luckily, Bju downloaded the video, and convert it to mp3, and send it to me. Now, I am trying to share this song with people that I know. (Of course, to those who are sentimental and know how to enjoy this song
