<?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-6347242670316289562</id><updated>2012-02-17T07:35:28.777+08:00</updated><category term='The secret thoughts of the fashion diva in Me...'/><category term='My Travels'/><category term='Life as it is...'/><category term='I HATE/ CANNOT STAND/ WANNA KILL... [WARNING-Total b****ing session ahead. 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I've given it some thought, and I've decided to create an entirely new blog with a new layout, etc. Everything &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;new!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I won't delete this blog. I'll let it remain here, and I've exported all the entries from this to the new one. And from now on, I'll be blogging from the new blog and let this old one retire. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... Tata old&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt; 'crazyhazydreamer'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! It's been a great 2 years and 1 month. Now, it's time to create a fresh new chapter in a fresh &lt;a href="http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/"&gt;new blog&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Byeeeeee!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347242670316289562-8304691337271323073?l=crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/8304691337271323073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347242670316289562&amp;postID=8304691337271323073' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/8304691337271323073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/8304691337271323073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-chapter.html' title='New Chapter...'/><author><name>T</name><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347242670316289562.post-786668166314805207</id><published>2009-10-18T23:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T23:39:39.451+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as it is...'/><title type='text'>2 years and 1 month old</title><content type='html'>Wow, this blog is now 2 years and a month old! I didn't realise I've been bloggin for a couple of years already. Wow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has been a lot of changes in my life lately. I'm still trying to figure things out. And I wanna make positive changes and try to realise things I've always wanted. So... Fingers crossed! Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's time this blog get's a new look. After 2 years looking like this, it's time for a change...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347242670316289562-786668166314805207?l=crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/786668166314805207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347242670316289562&amp;postID=786668166314805207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/786668166314805207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/786668166314805207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/2009/10/2-years-and-1-month-old.html' title='2 years and 1 month old'/><author><name>T</name><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-6347242670316289562.post-4494050725444343383</id><published>2009-10-09T03:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T04:54:56.240+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as it is...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events/ Celebrations/ Special Occasions'/><title type='text'>For the past 2 months...</title><content type='html'>A lot has happened in the past 2 months. A lot of ups and downs. More downs actually but I'm trying to be strong, facing the challenges head-on and making the best outta the situation.  Hoping for the best and taking time out to figure things out. Do a lil soul searching as to what really matters most to me and maybe, make decisions that will change the course of my life. Well, I dunno... Just kinda taking my time, trying to relax, rest and then after I make up my mind on what I wanna do, I'll go for it! Full on. Give all that I have to ensure I achieve it! Wish me luck, strength and all the best in my choices in life ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okays, enough of all the cryptic ramblings about life... Let's move on to happier and more happening topics. First being Suilin's farewell party at Daikanyama. She's gonna be working in Brunei. Gonna be based there. So, us girls went for a nice jap dinner with her at Daikanyama before being joined by many others later when we proceeded upstairs for drinks. Headed to Velvet &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[where else??]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to end the night. Suilin's now in Brunei, settled down I hope and enjoying her new work, environment and life there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Ss5GbPKQISI/AAAAAAAACkI/cf-u7LrQlwk/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 146px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390323237749006626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Ss5GbPKQISI/AAAAAAAACkI/cf-u7LrQlwk/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Met up with my very recent ex-colleagues for lunch at Alexis BSC one weekend. It was so nice to meet up with the crazy gang. Really miss them lots. Miss the daily lunches, goss, discussions and all the funny and crazy drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Ss5GajUauyI/AAAAAAAACkA/L0z5rlp9NwU/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390323225980484386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Ss5GajUauyI/AAAAAAAACkA/L0z5rlp9NwU/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;VM got free tix for the Guinness event ~ Arthur's Day held at Sunway Lagoon. Many acts were lined up for that night but the most anticipated and undoubtedly most exciting performance was from the Black Eyes Peas. I was guessing most of the people in the massive crowd were anxiously waiting for BEP to take on the stage and rock the night away. And rocked they did. BEP was awesome!! Really super super awesome. Fergie, one of my fav female singers did a solo of &lt;em&gt;'Big Girls Don't Cry'&lt;/em&gt; and will.i.am took to the deejay console and spun a few hits. Needless to say, they made everyone's night and got everyone super happy and excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for me, got to Sunway after going through the mother of all traffic jams at the LDP. Getting into Sunway was another huge jam. Then, finding parking was a headache. The entire place was jammed up coz of the event. Was late to meet VM, Alan and YY. Super hungry too. Ate a Subway sandwich quickly then proceeded to enter the Lagoon. Felt a bit too dressed up but I was thinking if this thing ends early, I'll go meet up with Y and he might be down in KL at Phuture or something. So better be dressed js in case. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The way to the surf beach was lined with lotsa GAB stuff. Some really cool deco. When we reached the actual venue it was packed and we wandered around for a while, quite lost as to where we wanna go. In the end, we decided to hang out at Gravity Bar. Hadta line up for I think close to an hour before we finally got in. Entertained ourselves by snapping lotsa pics. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once in there, got ourselves 8 pints of Guinness Stout. Then, looked for a place to chill and wait for BEP to come out. I had lotsa fun, though was quite annoyed at the huge mist fans that ruined my hair and made me look like a mad woman in pics. Was grooving away at BEP's songs. Towards the end, I was totally blown away by the awesome fireworks display. Not cheap to be able to do that. I kept feeling GAB was burning away thousands and thousands of dollars just for that few minutes of fireworks. Hahahaa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bumped into lots of old frens. It was nice seeing them after so long. It's always a nice feeling to bump into long-time-no-see frens unexpectedly. The &lt;em&gt;'pleasant surprise'&lt;/em&gt; feeling and all the catching up was indeed fun ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't really take lotsa pics with my camera coz VM, YY and Matthias had their cameras practically stuck to their hands to whole night. So, I let them do all the pic-taking work while I drank, danced and posed... Hehehe... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stole the pics off their FB...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1st batch was from VM. For a strange reason, she decided to add some&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 'effects'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to all of the pics before posting them in FB. So much time on her hands...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Ss5FiEC0Z6I/AAAAAAAACj4/Kolr7l2JWiE/s1600-h/vm+cam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 307px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390322255512496034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Ss5FiEC0Z6I/AAAAAAAACj4/Kolr7l2JWiE/s320/vm+cam.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 2nd batch of pics is stolen from YY. Normal pics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Ss5FhtncsAI/AAAAAAAACjw/VYH-aGCi4jw/s1600-h/YY+cam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390322249492115458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Ss5FhtncsAI/AAAAAAAACjw/VYH-aGCi4jw/s320/YY+cam.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pics from my own camera... Mainly tried to snap pics of BEP from where I was standing... Which was really far away from the stage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Ss5FhXzxcZI/AAAAAAAACjo/YMpTywu4yNg/s1600-h/my+cam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 271px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390322243638227346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Ss5FhXzxcZI/AAAAAAAACjo/YMpTywu4yNg/s320/my+cam.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Had great fun that night. Alan was abandoned by his designated driver so I hadta send him home. The boy didn't even know his way home!! Gave wrong directions and we got a bit lost. &lt;strong&gt;Apa la!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Velvet last Sat for JP's birthday. Was tired coz spent the whole day at the shoot. Whole body felt so achy. Really need to go for a massage. Alison was there, so was Lil Elaine and Foxy. Glad to be hanging out with them. Haven't done that in a while. Jessie was MIA. She was in JB for an event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Ss5ERdzu18I/AAAAAAAACjg/P7bHy0NA_hQ/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390320870859134914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Ss5ERdzu18I/AAAAAAAACjg/P7bHy0NA_hQ/s320/a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; JP shares the same birthday as my sister Jebbrine. Which is on the 4th of Oct. But of coz she's much much younger than him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JEBB!!! I KNOW U HAD A GREAT ONE ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sister and her frens rented a beachside house in Addy to celebrate her birthday. From her pics in FB, she looked like she had a blast. Her frens were so super sweet to do all this to make her day extra special. They even baked her birthday cupcakes themselves. This is what I call real good frens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Jebb's actual birthday, which fell on last Sunday, while she was enjoying herself by the beach, I met up with the girls from Intercos. Goodness! How much has changed since we all last worked together in Intercos. At that time, all of us were single girls. Now, 2 are moms, 1 is a mom-to-be and another is registered and planning for her wedding in March next year. Come to think of it, I'm the only one that remained unchanged, still single, the only thing different is that I now have a special someone in my life, Y. When I was working in Intercos, I was really single, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;SINGLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Like no bf single. Now, I have a great addition in my life in the form of a loving bf ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arin, Michelle's daughter, seemed love-struck the moment she laid eyes on Y. The whole time, she was staring boldly at him, smiling, chuckling and got really excited whenever Michelle took her near him. At one point, she was playing footsie with Y, when we put her next to him. Wow... Talk about starting young... Hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May's lil baby daughter was super cute, with dimpled arms and legs. Felt so &lt;em&gt;'geram'&lt;/em&gt;, wanted to pinch her. But I didn't! Hahaha... Jovin&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt; [I think Jo gave her this name]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; super like to smile. She smiled easily at anything and anyone. Such a pleasant baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jureen will be delivering her baby in Dec. It's gonna be a girl. I feel quite anxious for her coz when I imagine the birth, I can practically feel the pain already!!! But I guess it's worth it when she helds her bundle of joy in her arms. That's what all my frens who are moms say. The pain is worth it. I'm not so sure I'm feeling the same way as them. Haha... Kinda wanna postpone this as long as I can. Guess I'm really not ready for all these :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 261px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390320860852417074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Ss5EQ4h8cjI/AAAAAAAACjY/w9mus3yweI4/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was great to meet up with my old frens and ex-colleagues these past couple of months. Had so much to catch up and talk about. Also met up with niece Mel for lunch last month. So good to see her again after so long. She never failed to crack me up with her natural comical self. Hehehehee... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking forward to see what the end of 2009 brings me. Hopefully from now on, it'll bring more happiness, joy and a clearer path towards making my dreams materialize ;)&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/6347242670316289562-4494050725444343383?l=crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/4494050725444343383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347242670316289562&amp;postID=4494050725444343383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/4494050725444343383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/4494050725444343383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/2009/10/for-past-2-months.html' title='For the past 2 months...'/><author><name>T</name><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/_eNajPdQHyCU/Ss5GbPKQISI/AAAAAAAACkI/cf-u7LrQlwk/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347242670316289562.post-6773353690217800576</id><published>2009-09-24T19:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T19:39:52.017+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as it is...'/><title type='text'>Stop the Yelling Kid!!</title><content type='html'>OMG!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, watching a couple of movies in my room and guess wad pierces through the wall that disrupts my peace? The sound of a kid yelling. Not just 1 yell, but continuous yelling. High pitched piercing kinda yell. This kid has a lot of stamina to be yelling for almost 10 minutes straight now. OMG! What's wrong with the parents? Are they deaf? Can't they hear their kid? Don't they realise their kid's super annoying yelling gets on people's nerves??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is ridiculous. I can't even watch my movie in peace! Can't believe I'm being harrassed in my OWN ROOM!! Sigh... Wadever happened to discipline? Parents these days are just lousy in parenting for allowing such nonsense to exist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347242670316289562-6773353690217800576?l=crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/6773353690217800576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347242670316289562&amp;postID=6773353690217800576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/6773353690217800576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/6773353690217800576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/2009/09/stop-yelling-kid.html' title='Stop the Yelling Kid!!'/><author><name>T</name><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-6347242670316289562.post-7401194866412002735</id><published>2009-09-16T21:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T21:38:41.369+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as it is...'/><title type='text'>My Birthday Pressie ~ AT LAST!!!!</title><content type='html'>Finaleeee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At loooong laaast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my very very belated birthday pressie from Yaacob...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very nice purse ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SrDo5nqDqGI/AAAAAAAACjA/_0Ye8tlhpfQ/s1600-h/gucci+purse+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 290px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382057631303313506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SrDo5nqDqGI/AAAAAAAACjA/_0Ye8tlhpfQ/s320/gucci+purse+007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Not his fault for the delay of the present. It's just that I couldn't make up my mind what I want and when I finally did, the thing I wanted was sold out. Took me so long to finally make up my mind on getting this purse. Glad I finally did! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to get Yaacob his pressie. I've decided that this arrangement of us deciding what presents we would like to receive for special occasions is totally not working! Coz the presents will be delayed like for 6 months!! So, from now on, I'll just go out and buy wadever I wanna buy for Yaacob for Christmas/ birthday/ V-day/ Anniversary/ etc. Don't wanna wait for him to decide what he wants then go and buy it. Coz it'll take forever. Same goes to him. He'll just hafta figure out what to buy for me instead of asking me wad I want. I think it's better this way. No more delays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okies, wanna go have my dinnner now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347242670316289562-7401194866412002735?l=crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/7401194866412002735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347242670316289562&amp;postID=7401194866412002735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/7401194866412002735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/7401194866412002735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-birthday-pressie-at-last.html' title='My Birthday Pressie ~ AT LAST!!!!'/><author><name>T</name><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/_eNajPdQHyCU/SrDo5nqDqGI/AAAAAAAACjA/_0Ye8tlhpfQ/s72-c/gucci+purse+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347242670316289562.post-203637134067280298</id><published>2009-08-19T21:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T22:08:15.784+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as it is...'/><title type='text'>We Love Our K-Sessions</title><content type='html'>We love singing in karaoke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a k-session with my now ex-colleagues at Red Box Gardens. Supposed to have abt 8 ppl but in the end only left 5 of us coz the rest ffk last minute. Hmmph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's ok. We still had loads of fun. The less ppl, the more mic-hogging time ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will let the pics show just how much we enjoyed ourselves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SowFUHTtz2I/AAAAAAAACi4/piaJCPxBQZE/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371674298663423842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SowFUHTtz2I/AAAAAAAACi4/piaJCPxBQZE/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We girls posed and posed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SowFT16cNbI/AAAAAAAACiw/LOz8jI-dJbs/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371674293994010034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SowFT16cNbI/AAAAAAAACiw/LOz8jI-dJbs/s320/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; VM couldn't tahan and ordered Guiness Stout. Who would have guessed that the girls all drank but the 2 boys stuck with their soft drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SowFTsiHK-I/AAAAAAAACio/uVOJXM-l3l8/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371674291476048866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SowFTsiHK-I/AAAAAAAACio/uVOJXM-l3l8/s320/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Had fun with Diva Alan's hat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SowFTFDdEoI/AAAAAAAACig/WRV3PBxHIR8/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371674280878477954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SowFTFDdEoI/AAAAAAAACig/WRV3PBxHIR8/s320/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Diva Alan gave us a peek on 'how his life used to be, posing for high fashion shoots'. LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SowFSvdSfFI/AAAAAAAACiY/HG6T9uVIIWg/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371674275081256018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SowFSvdSfFI/AAAAAAAACiY/HG6T9uVIIWg/s320/5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finished the stout and a jug of beer, a jug of OJ, a jug of 7-Up, a fruit platter and snacks platter. Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sang from 10.30pm - 3am. Songs lined up from the very begining til the end. Sang non-stop. Wow! We have a lot of stamina. Hahahahaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SowEzCsYmPI/AAAAAAAACiQ/L2b9dcNz64E/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371673730489030898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SowEzCsYmPI/AAAAAAAACiQ/L2b9dcNz64E/s320/6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had lots of fun, u guys! Thanks for making it happen :)&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/6347242670316289562-203637134067280298?l=crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/203637134067280298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347242670316289562&amp;postID=203637134067280298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/203637134067280298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/203637134067280298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/2009/08/we-love-our-k-sessions.html' title='We Love Our K-Sessions'/><author><name>T</name><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/_eNajPdQHyCU/SowFUHTtz2I/AAAAAAAACi4/piaJCPxBQZE/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347242670316289562.post-6190782333157761219</id><published>2009-08-19T21:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T21:52:17.041+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as it is...'/><title type='text'>Byeee, Genting!!</title><content type='html'>My colleagues threw me a farewell lunch at Grandmama's @ Pavilion on my 2nd last day at GMB. So drama, everyone gathered at my desk, like waiting for me to lead them to the restaurant, when all of them know where it is. Quite pressured, coz even my boss was standing there waiting for me. He then commented I'm like a YB, and they're all my entourage. LOL, as if!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was the VIP, I was in charge of ordering the food. Hope wadever I ordered were ok. There were too many of us, so we had 2 tables. The next table's food looked better than ours though. Their drinks as well. My table only had plain water. Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sov9fUuweAI/AAAAAAAACiI/G4o4VMvXjps/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 182px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371665695152044034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sov9fUuweAI/AAAAAAAACiI/G4o4VMvXjps/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After eating, I decided to go over to the other table to talk to my colleagues. I ended up taking photos with each and every one of them. Went round the table like it's some kinda photo opp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sov9fMmkDfI/AAAAAAAACiA/cF3ynm4JH3w/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371665692970192370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sov9fMmkDfI/AAAAAAAACiA/cF3ynm4JH3w/s320/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; More photo taking. This time at my table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sov9enNVyEI/AAAAAAAACh4/6omprDsNKMo/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371665682932287554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sov9enNVyEI/AAAAAAAACh4/6omprDsNKMo/s320/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another round of photo session. The other customers of the restaurant must think we're crazy. Snapping photos like nobody's business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sov9eNFUdJI/AAAAAAAAChw/7FnuPf79dJk/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371665675919324306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sov9eNFUdJI/AAAAAAAAChw/7FnuPf79dJk/s320/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then, we tried to do the 'Alan'. Alan has this very distinct way of posing with his face whenever he takes pics. He'll do puppy-dog kinda eyes, frown a bit and push his mouth to 1 side. Don't ask me why he does this. But he does this &lt;strong&gt;EVERYTIME&lt;/strong&gt; he takes pics. Very rare to see him smile normally in pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sov9d0zOwLI/AAAAAAAACho/ql-PR1oo0Cg/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 319px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371665669401002162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sov9d0zOwLI/AAAAAAAACho/ql-PR1oo0Cg/s320/5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After that, we walked around Pavilion for while before returning to the office. This was my last time walking around with YY, Matthias and Alan as colleagues &lt;em&gt;*sob sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forced Alan to pose in front of the Esprit backdrop. Teman-ed him to the Canon and Sony shops coz he's looking for a camera. Wonder which one he'll eventually buy... He doesn't own a camera at the moment, though all of us nag at him to get one, since he's such a poser! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sov9JE-OixI/AAAAAAAAChg/SHAW0HOR1Cs/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 114px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371665312964840210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sov9JE-OixI/AAAAAAAAChg/SHAW0HOR1Cs/s320/6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Grand Finale:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last day at GMB ~ 12th Aug 2009!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel really heavy hearted leaving my team ~ JY &amp;amp; Chloe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will really miss my lunch buddies ~ YY, Diva Alan &amp;amp; Matthias...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will need to get used to just 1 hour lunch break and hafta be more disciplined and walk into office right on time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will miss all the shopping in Pavilion coz it's so near and convenient...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will miss also shopping for all the cheap stuff in Sg. Wang...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Sobs&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, this move is for the better. Can't stay in my comfort zone forever. When you stop learning and progressing, it's time to go. Go on somewhere better to learn new things and be better! So, yes! This move is good. It's important! It's a step up in my career!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still, I'm feeling nervous. Hope I'll be able to perform up to expectations. Hope my new colleagues will be as nice as my old ones. Hmmm... &lt;em&gt;*Fingers crossed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Final pics in the office:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With my team and the Diva...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sov89VOxxPI/AAAAAAAAChQ/_O-Pg_HA-R0/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371665111170794738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sov89VOxxPI/AAAAAAAAChQ/_O-Pg_HA-R0/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Joey, the boss' secretary and Kenn from eGenting who always helps me blast out the e-flyers came to join us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sov89GSysGI/AAAAAAAAChI/kDMD6fM0ki8/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 260px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371665107161100386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sov89GSysGI/AAAAAAAAChI/kDMD6fM0ki8/s320/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My work station... Hope I will have lots more space in my new office...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sov88p64orI/AAAAAAAAChA/k0NgL9RiDQs/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371665099544634034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sov88p64orI/AAAAAAAAChA/k0NgL9RiDQs/s320/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At the internal studio, where all our artwork gets done. Beldon and June left. Rain was the only one there... She's a sweet girl... And funny, with her 'black' accent... LOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sov88VQDytI/AAAAAAAACg4/31Eft9E5gGg/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 181px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371665093996301010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sov88VQDytI/AAAAAAAACg4/31Eft9E5gGg/s320/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last photos at the discussion table with a view of KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sov879c6igI/AAAAAAAACgw/z0N-CC8ZCRY/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371665087607769602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sov879c6igI/AAAAAAAACgw/z0N-CC8ZCRY/s320/5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bye u guys!! Will miss all the fun, drama, jokes, laughter, goss, teasing, etc, etc!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sov8pNejYWI/AAAAAAAACgo/KnyVbAoBDK4/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371664765492093282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sov8pNejYWI/AAAAAAAACgo/KnyVbAoBDK4/s320/7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Keep in touch and don't forget meeee!!!!!!!&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/6347242670316289562-6190782333157761219?l=crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/6190782333157761219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347242670316289562&amp;postID=6190782333157761219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/6190782333157761219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/6190782333157761219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/2009/08/byeee-genting.html' title='Byeee, Genting!!'/><author><name>T</name><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/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sov9fUuweAI/AAAAAAAACiI/G4o4VMvXjps/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347242670316289562.post-3832976110280672602</id><published>2009-08-19T21:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T21:21:53.190+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events/ Celebrations/ Special Occasions'/><title type='text'>A Blue Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sov6waFxDlI/AAAAAAAACgg/aqCZ8f7q7uo/s1600-h/elaine%27s+bday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 186px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371662690113621586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sov6waFxDlI/AAAAAAAACgg/aqCZ8f7q7uo/s320/elaine%27s+bday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last year, the theme was 'White'. This year, it was 'Blue'. Lil Elaine really likes to name her birthday themes based on colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She celebrated at Leonardo's this year. All of us wore blue and hung out at the top most floor. I was craving for cake, and ordered the tiramisu. It's super super nice!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waiter from Cava is now in Leonardo's and he recognized both Yaacob and I. He came over to take my order and was very nice. In fact, the service of all the waiters and waitresses at this place was nice :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was talking to Lil Elaine's brother &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[the only person not in &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt;, but in contrasting &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; who worked in LV before as a quality inspector or something. He was sharing tips with us girls on how to tell the difference between fakes and genuines. Ahah! Now I know a bit on how to spot a fake. Even in pics, I can use my newly acquired skill to spot the fake. Kekekeke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessie wasn't feeling well and left early. Soon after, most of the guests left. Then Lil E and Suilin announced they'll be going to Velvet. I didn't feel like partying, so both Yaacob and I went home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347242670316289562-3832976110280672602?l=crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/3832976110280672602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347242670316289562&amp;postID=3832976110280672602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/3832976110280672602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/3832976110280672602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/2009/08/blue-birthday-party.html' title='A Blue Birthday Party'/><author><name>T</name><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/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sov6waFxDlI/AAAAAAAACgg/aqCZ8f7q7uo/s72-c/elaine%27s+bday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347242670316289562.post-8495528184703997353</id><published>2009-08-19T20:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T20:48:07.460+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as it is...'/><title type='text'>Crazy Drama Night Out!!</title><content type='html'>Went to Phuture with colleagues for my supposed 'farewell'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alan, Matthias and Kardashian &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[Chloe is known as Kardashion now. Don't ask me why. Ask Alan d Diva]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; went earlier to attend the &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Green Room&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; event. I was at TTDI earlier for someone's surprise birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got there, David, YY &amp;amp; Jon were at the entrance. Apparently, they lost half of their receipt therefore they can't claim the bottle that they bought and they were there trying to ask for help. In the end, we found out someone else took the receipt and redeemed the bottle. So, we lost 1 bottle even before the night started. Drama-nya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phuture was crammed to the max as usual and we got the worst spot ever beside the DJ console near the dance floor. Endless streams of people were walking past us, making it impossible for us to dance or even stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Yaacob got there, he quickly arranged for another hang out spot. He took us to Velvet and got us a nice table in the pre-lounge area. It was a great hang out place. Not too packed. A table for us to put our drinks on and we could sit down when we got tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opened 2 more bottles. As usual, I ordered vodka for myself as I don't take whiskey. Then, the fun began... Will let the pics tell the story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sovv-7gcszI/AAAAAAAACgY/OQTNm0RI2HI/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371650844974166834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sovv-7gcszI/AAAAAAAACgY/OQTNm0RI2HI/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It gets crazier as the night went on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sovv-ZHlBfI/AAAAAAAACgQ/RDImmKOWRt8/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371650835743049202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sovv-ZHlBfI/AAAAAAAACgQ/RDImmKOWRt8/s320/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Suilin and the girls were at the front. Went to see her for a while and bumped into 'cashier' Kenneth. Old friend and collegemate. Haha... He was drunk. So red and blur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sovv99Rq0rI/AAAAAAAACgI/Hc88eaasFBQ/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371650828269179570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sovv99Rq0rI/AAAAAAAACgI/Hc88eaasFBQ/s320/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Danced away to mambo the whole night....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sovv9kmdg-I/AAAAAAAACgA/qSWCxIds7m4/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371650821645501410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sovv9kmdg-I/AAAAAAAACgA/qSWCxIds7m4/s320/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Group pic! Where's Yaacob??!! He was MIA-ing the whole night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sovv9BXycvI/AAAAAAAACf4/6exotqJxbrc/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371650812188717810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sovv9BXycvI/AAAAAAAACf4/6exotqJxbrc/s320/5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Doin Alan's 'chicken dance'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SovvjdlXj6I/AAAAAAAACfw/vC5lQErTslI/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 318px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371650373085269922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SovvjdlXj6I/AAAAAAAACfw/vC5lQErTslI/s320/6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And finally, the night came to an end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SovviwxdRMI/AAAAAAAACfo/Ab6IGTh3TDY/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371650361056380098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SovviwxdRMI/AAAAAAAACfo/Ab6IGTh3TDY/s320/7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; VM called and asked to go mamak. We got to the wrong mamak, witnessed someone langgar into a car parked at the side of the road, then drove off to the correct mamak. When we go there, saw Datin, Matthias, Diva and Kardashian. Datin told me VM is not coming. How weird is that? She organized the mamak session then she sendiri MIA! Yaacob was pretty drunk and was behaving like a naughty child. Got a video of him in action. But too big to upload here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun! Wish these guys will go out more often and not just one in 6 months &lt;em&gt;*ahem ~ Alan ~ cough*&lt;/em&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/6347242670316289562-8495528184703997353?l=crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/8495528184703997353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347242670316289562&amp;postID=8495528184703997353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/8495528184703997353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/8495528184703997353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/2009/08/crazy-drama-night-out.html' title='Crazy Drama Night Out!!'/><author><name>T</name><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/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sovv-7gcszI/AAAAAAAACgY/OQTNm0RI2HI/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347242670316289562.post-1571093645487835088</id><published>2009-08-19T19:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T20:14:36.542+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events/ Celebrations/ Special Occasions'/><title type='text'>Henessy Artistry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SovpUHLHlYI/AAAAAAAACfg/Hlc95o4rCzM/s1600-h/HA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 186px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371643512301786498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SovpUHLHlYI/AAAAAAAACfg/Hlc95o4rCzM/s320/HA.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Got there late. Cars were lined I think 2 km from the event from all directions. Phew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't really enjoy it coz I didn't know who was performing and when I got there, the black dude was talking a lot and there wasn't much music played. When the music was finally on, I was on my way out already. &lt;em&gt;*Yawnz*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know lotsa ppl kept sayin this is an awesome event but for me, it's so-so onli.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347242670316289562-1571093645487835088?l=crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/1571093645487835088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347242670316289562&amp;postID=1571093645487835088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/1571093645487835088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/1571093645487835088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/2009/08/henessy-artistry.html' title='Henessy Artistry'/><author><name>T</name><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/_eNajPdQHyCU/SovpUHLHlYI/AAAAAAAACfg/Hlc95o4rCzM/s72-c/HA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347242670316289562.post-762506621711650443</id><published>2009-08-19T19:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T19:51:19.924+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as it is...'/><title type='text'>My Last Workshop with My Crazy Colleagues</title><content type='html'>Went for the Tech Marketing Workshop&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt; [organized by Matthias]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for 2 days at AGH. Was hoping this will be the last time I ever need to attend training, but I didn't know my wish would come true early in the morning when I was on my way there ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a quick un-delicious and cold breakfast at the Golf Terrace then proceeded to the training room. Thank goodess there's wifi in the room, coz I'd surely die of boredom if not for my trusty lil itouch. Created a twitter account for YY and got her to tweet for the first time in the middle of the training. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sovdcl5IA0I/AAAAAAAACfY/lmldGM_B06c/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371630463847236418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sovdcl5IA0I/AAAAAAAACfY/lmldGM_B06c/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The training session ended a couple of hours before dinner time, so we hung around at the tennis court for a while, waiting for time to pass. Alan was taking tennis lessons from SH and don't be fooled by the pics! He was busy running around and getting all sweaty not coz he was really playing a game of tennis. It's coz he was busy picking up all the tennis balls he'd hit all over the court. LOL! Oh, and Chloe played in her jammies and slippers. Terror!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SovdcZu34_I/AAAAAAAACfQ/OEhD2ck2uJg/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371630460583011314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SovdcZu34_I/AAAAAAAACfQ/OEhD2ck2uJg/s320/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I got bored watchin them play tennis and went to Bun Strap for some sweet dessert. Haha... Yes, dessert before dinner. That's me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right after I finished my dessert, it's time to go for dinner. We walked to the shuttle stand to wait for the shuttle. It will drop us off at Gohtong Jaya, where we'd have dinner. Goodness, we were ambushed by a lot of Middle Easterns when we wanted to get into the shuttle. They obviously were not introduced to the terms 'manners' and 'queue up' coz the moment the shuttle arrived, they walked to the front of the line and starting cutting the queue. So uncivilised!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally when we got into the shuttle, we quickly grabbed the nearest seats we could find. The ME were still getting into the shuttle. There were so many of them. At long last, when the whole shuttle was full and the driver couldn't squeeze anyone in anymore, we started moving. The entire shuttle was filled with an awful smell. Don't the ME shower? Or maybe it's their perfumes? I dunno, the stench was really unbearable. I hadta pinch my nose and breath thru my mouth the entire time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The shuttle offloaded all the ME at the skyway station, then headed towards Gohtong Jaya, to our stop. I was horrified that we hadta get off at the bus stop at the side of the road and hadta walk about 1km to reach the restaurant!!! Aaaargghh!! I was tired and hungry. Help!! Still hadta walk??! Sigh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was greeted with the other attendees of the workshop when we reached the restaurant. How they got there so fast? Some of them drove, so the others hopped into their cars. The moment we sat down, we were spoken to in an extremely rude manner by the youngest and most junior member of the group. She's also the most junior in my department. Hmmm... Who does she think she is to speak in such rudeness. Her expression, tone of voice and choice of words... Not exactly wise to be behaving like that since she's still so new. Not worth it to piss the senior people off. Coz, will never know when she'll need to work with them. I for one, certainly don't appreciate such behaviour especially from a junior. If she's over performing at work, then it seems reasonable that her head might have gotten a bit to big coz excelling in her work. From what I heard, she sucks. Big time! So, why wanna be rude?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Didn't really enjoy dinner. Food's ok. We had lotsa uninvited guests aka flying lil bugs that like to attack our hair. Sigh... Quickly ate then went off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hadta walk 1km back to the bloody bus stop. Oh, before I forget, Alan morphed into Dylan&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt; [his other personality who doesn't talk, doesn't laugh and doesn't really do much except brood and ignore people]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; when we were waiting for the shuttle back at AGH. So, throughout the entire dinner time, it's really awkward coz he's being so Dylan!! We bought a few bottles of beer on our way back. Waited for quite some time before the shuttle arrived to bring us back to AGH. Dylan made new friends with the mat salleh family sitting beside him at the bus stop. Hmmmm... Weird. Dun wanna talk to us but talk to strangers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sovdb0H8rTI/AAAAAAAACfI/q8pDf-MGMw4/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371630450487635250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sovdb0H8rTI/AAAAAAAACfI/q8pDf-MGMw4/s320/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After showering, we went to VM's room and began our drinking and goss session. So fun and so funny!! Hahaha... We didn't have a bottle opener, so guess how we opened our bottles... Matthias! His teeth to be exact. Amazing, huh? I won't believe it if I didn't see it with my own eyes. Terror! Haahahahahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SovdblVDjJI/AAAAAAAACfA/jhZS7g_MSuY/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 317px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371630446516079762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SovdblVDjJI/AAAAAAAACfA/jhZS7g_MSuY/s320/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Woke up bright and early to continue our workshop. The only more interesting speaker was the NuffNang dude, Tim. He has such passion for his company, it showed in everyway. How he spoke, how his face was always smiling, etc. Wow! Haven't met such enthusiasm in a long long time. He's one of the founders of NuffNang and it's doing well. Expanding all over Asia and Aus as well I think. And he's young. So, good for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Chinese lunch at Rajawali, where we took turns trying on Carol's glasses. Do I look good with glasses? Dunno... Kinda not used to it. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SovdbLA8IzI/AAAAAAAACe4/73eROFAfqsU/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371630439452386098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SovdbLA8IzI/AAAAAAAACe4/73eROFAfqsU/s320/5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then, finally at 5pm, we were released. Yay! Happily went home. Happy not only coz the training's ended, also coz of the good news I got :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347242670316289562-762506621711650443?l=crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/762506621711650443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347242670316289562&amp;postID=762506621711650443' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/762506621711650443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/762506621711650443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-last-workshop-with-my-crazy.html' title='My Last Workshop with My Crazy Colleagues'/><author><name>T</name><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/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sovdcl5IA0I/AAAAAAAACfY/lmldGM_B06c/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347242670316289562.post-7384427051793720733</id><published>2009-08-19T18:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T19:03:05.488+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as it is...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events/ Celebrations/ Special Occasions'/><title type='text'>Yoo hoo! Finally I have time to blog :)</title><content type='html'>Yes, yes, I know, I have not been updating my blog for the longest time. Well, finally, I have some free time to do so. So, brace urselves coz there'll be loads of updates and lotsa lotsa pics!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found the pic below in my work lappie. This was taken when I was at a Premiums Exhibition in PWTC. Was walking around when this girl from a bag manufacturing company asked me whether I would like to take a pic. It's some 3D effect thingy, according to her. So, I stood in the middle of the booth, and let them snap a pic of me. Although it may look as if I'm standing on a bridge in the middle of a park, it's actually all fake. The bridge was a sticker on the floor and the park scenery behind me was a backdrop. Cool, huh? This 3D stuff. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SovZaSoA8DI/AAAAAAAACew/Rd38cEF50jc/s1600-h/IMG_9196-therine.goh%40gmail.com.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371626026268946482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SovZaSoA8DI/AAAAAAAACew/Rd38cEF50jc/s400/IMG_9196-therine.goh%40gmail.com.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, lemme see... Where shall I start my updates... Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, let's start with YY's birthday, which was a day after Dad's birthday. She's always sayin we somehow are connected and inter-related coz my birthday's the same as her mom's, our bfs' birthdays are just a few days apart and her birthday is 1 day after my Dad's. Hmmm... Okay, how that makes us 'connected' and 'inter-related', I really dunno. But she seemed pretty happy and excited about it, so I just let it be. As long as she's happy ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SovZZyyIWFI/AAAAAAAACeo/UNPofzk8Mfw/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 342px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371626017721440338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SovZZyyIWFI/AAAAAAAACeo/UNPofzk8Mfw/s400/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Since she took leave on her actual birthday, we celebrated with her a day before. Her assistant bought her a box full of cream puffs and placed candles amongst them. Very 'unique' birthday cake, but at least she's creative to do something different. As usual, all of us sang 'Happy Birthday' to YY before devouring the yummilicious puffs. I didn't get to eat one coz I was rushing out for an appointment. Hence, my harried appearance in the photos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Happy Birthday, YY! I know you had a great one!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347242670316289562-7384427051793720733?l=crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/7384427051793720733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347242670316289562&amp;postID=7384427051793720733' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/7384427051793720733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/7384427051793720733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/2009/08/yoo-hoo-finally-i-have-time-to-blog.html' title='Yoo hoo! 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WIDTH: 237px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370878043129765954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SokxH8Sx4EI/AAAAAAAACeg/lzs7m32U6u4/s400/me+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; GinQin Boutique is up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SokxHb_SKGI/AAAAAAAACeY/7wa0MzJamGA/s1600-h/logo+3+blue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 205px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370878034458060898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SokxHb_SKGI/AAAAAAAACeY/7wa0MzJamGA/s400/logo+3+blue.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Check it out &lt;a href="http://ginqin.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347242670316289562-2249276845141738052?l=crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/2249276845141738052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347242670316289562&amp;postID=2249276845141738052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/2249276845141738052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/2249276845141738052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/2009/08/ginqin-boutique.html' title='GinQin Boutique'/><author><name>T</name><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/_eNajPdQHyCU/SokxH8Sx4EI/AAAAAAAACeg/lzs7m32U6u4/s72-c/me+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347242670316289562.post-1905033864525712474</id><published>2009-08-01T01:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T01:40:12.591+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as it is...'/><title type='text'>Public Enemies</title><content type='html'>Js watched &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Public_Enemies_(2009_film)"&gt;Public Enemies&lt;/a&gt;, starring:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SnMpunZx08I/AAAAAAAACd4/8jomLjspPc0/s1600-h/johnny+depp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364677461956219842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SnMpunZx08I/AAAAAAAACd4/8jomLjspPc0/s400/johnny+depp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ever talented Johnny Depp as John Dillinger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SnMpucAls-I/AAAAAAAACdw/ngqP87SW3SI/s1600-h/christian+bale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 277px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364677458897777634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SnMpucAls-I/AAAAAAAACdw/ngqP87SW3SI/s400/christian+bale.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cool as cucumber Christian Bale as Melvin Purvis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SnMpuJRd21I/AAAAAAAACdo/wfoOwWL4UEY/s1600-h/MC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364677453868292946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SnMpuJRd21I/AAAAAAAACdo/wfoOwWL4UEY/s400/MC.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And the beautiful Marion Cotillard as Billie Frechette, Dillinger's love interest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;These are the 3 main characters. There are lotsa other supporting characters but mostly, these 3 dominate the screen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Can't say I like this movie very much &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[tot I'd like it before I watched it coz of the 2 eye candies: Johnny Depp &amp;amp; Christian Bale. I think both of them are so hot!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; coz it's really disturbing to see so many people getting shot dead with such realism. I know this is based on a true story but can't help but feel it's so wrong to see Johnny Dillinger die. Coz maybe it's Johnny Depp playing this character and he has always been playin characters who outwit his opponents and win in the end, so it's kinda hard to see him actually get caught in this movie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Can't wait to watch him as the Mad Hatter in Alice in Wonderland. More like him to play such a weird character. Lookin forward to seeing how he'll portray the Mad Hatter :)&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/6347242670316289562-1905033864525712474?l=crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/1905033864525712474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347242670316289562&amp;postID=1905033864525712474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/1905033864525712474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/1905033864525712474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/2009/08/public-enemies.html' title='Public Enemies'/><author><name>T</name><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/_eNajPdQHyCU/SnMpunZx08I/AAAAAAAACd4/8jomLjspPc0/s72-c/johnny+depp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347242670316289562.post-4290932112150935668</id><published>2009-07-25T18:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T18:35:00.916+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Travels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as it is...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events/ Celebrations/ Special Occasions'/><title type='text'>Photos Updates!</title><content type='html'>Okay, here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update #1:&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated Dad's birthday on the 16th of July. Took him to Kura for dinner then back home to cut the cake. Gave him Nike and Adidas outfits coz he loves to exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SmreYncM7vI/AAAAAAAACdg/-m56vRELKv0/s1600-h/dad%27s+bday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362342820823494386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SmreYncM7vI/AAAAAAAACdg/-m56vRELKv0/s400/dad%27s+bday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Update #2:&lt;br /&gt;Yaacob and I drove down to Malacca on a Sunday few weeks back coz I wanted to check on my roadshow there. We drove to Jonker Street before heading back to KL towards the end of our day-trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SmreTOVxluI/AAAAAAAACdY/M9ytnbhWrKM/s1600-h/melaka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362342728186304226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SmreTOVxluI/AAAAAAAACdY/M9ytnbhWrKM/s400/melaka.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Update #3:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As mentioned in my previous post, I attended Jessie's Kent event at Maison. Found these pics in my camera. I think they're hilarious. Wad on earth were Jay and Khai doin??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SmreM-TPHsI/AAAAAAAACdM/-mm2o0ET0dc/s1600-h/Kent+%40+Maison.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 190px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362342620801474242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SmreM-TPHsI/AAAAAAAACdM/-mm2o0ET0dc/s400/Kent+%40+Maison.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Update #4:&lt;br /&gt;Also mentioned in my previous post, went to Slob and Cassandra's wedding last Saturday. Here are the few pics that I snapped:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SmreI6DuDvI/AAAAAAAACdE/ApKsWsep9CI/s1600-h/slob%27s+wedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362342550943174386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SmreI6DuDvI/AAAAAAAACdE/ApKsWsep9CI/s400/slob%27s+wedding.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Update #5:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last but not least, also mentioned in my previous post, here are pics of Jebb's brand new lil car:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Smrd8WUxoZI/AAAAAAAACc8/OZ6tJOWy1QY/s1600-h/beetle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362342335192605074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Smrd8WUxoZI/AAAAAAAACc8/OZ6tJOWy1QY/s400/beetle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347242670316289562-4290932112150935668?l=crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/4290932112150935668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347242670316289562&amp;postID=4290932112150935668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/4290932112150935668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/4290932112150935668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/2009/07/photos-updates.html' title='Photos Updates!'/><author><name>T</name><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/_eNajPdQHyCU/SmreYncM7vI/AAAAAAAACdg/-m56vRELKv0/s72-c/dad%27s+bday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347242670316289562.post-5026055933659113768</id><published>2009-07-19T22:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T22:42:37.710+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as it is...'/><title type='text'>Materializing???</title><content type='html'>I had quite an activities-filled weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday ~ Went to Jessie's Kent pre-launch event &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[sorree, no pics. Lazy to snap pics that night] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;@ Maison. Dranks lots coz had a &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;stressful &lt;/span&gt;week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday ~ Rested at home then went for Slob's wedding dinner. Super hungry coz dinner was served after 9pm! Food was spicy and I can't really take spicy food on an empty stomach. But was too hungry not to eat. So, after finishing my food, my stomach developed a bit of gastric. Sigh... Still, managed to tahan the whole night. Went to Velvet/ Phuture after. Met lotsa old and unexpected friends!! Glad I went. Alison's back!! &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Yeay!!!&lt;/span&gt; Found her partying in Phuture with her friends. Welcome back, gal! The entire place was crazy packed. Really jam packed to the max til I think my feet was stepped on like a million times and I couldn't move most of the time. Just got stuck coz too many people walking by, creating human traffic jam. Urrgh... Am still nursing aching toes and broken nails &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[grrrr!!!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday ~ Sent clothes to laundry at Bangsar then had late lunch at Bodega. Been ages since I ate there. Pam came shortly after and hung out with her for a bit before heading down to KL. I wanna buy Yaacob his birthday pressie. He wanted a card holder so I took him to Gucci and Prada and Ferragamo &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[I already checked out most of the shops and shortlisted Prada and Gucci for him coz the card holders there are the best!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. He's undecided on 2 of Prada's so I'll let him take his time to decide. Walked around a bit then went home to have dinner with family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel totally exhausted. Dunno why... Wanted to take a nap just now but just can't seem to fall asleep. Hmmm... Wonder if it's the &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;green tea&lt;/span&gt; I drank during dinner just now who's the culprit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, pics will be uploaded later, not that there's a lot of them. Dunno why, felt too malas to snap pics this weekend. Just couldn't be bothered. Will snap more the next time I'm out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jebb got her new car, a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;VW Beetle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on Friday... Weeee... Means I'll get to drive it when I go to Aussie end of the year. She emailed us pics of the car. It's silver and super cute. Can't wait to get behind the wheels of this baby. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, before I go for my spa shower&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt; [which I do every Sunday]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I'm praying hard and keeping all my fingers and toes crossed that this time, it'll &lt;strong&gt;MATERIALIZE&lt;/strong&gt;. Like, not just all talk and empty promises, but really &lt;strong&gt;REALLY HAPPEN&lt;/strong&gt; this time round. Coz, I can't take another disappointment anymore. I just can't!!!! Let's hope these guys really mean what they said and live up to their words and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; change their minds at the last minute like what happened the last time. Please, please, please lemme get &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;IT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;soon as they said I would! I just want this chapter of my life to end&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt; [already prolonged, feels as if it's on life support. Forcibly staying alive even though it's meant to end] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and I'm so keen to start a new one. A new, better and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;brighter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; one with everyone who matters to me by my side to experience all new wonderful things and perhaps, I'll grow up a bit more and be a better person as well&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Fingers and toes crossed*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P/S: Would like to keep anything that I can cross crossed as well but the only other body parts I can think of that I can cross are my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;legs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, which would be rather inconvenient since I need to walk around, etc and my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, which would gimme a frightful headache and impair my sight. So, I'll just stick to fingers and toes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347242670316289562-5026055933659113768?l=crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/5026055933659113768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347242670316289562&amp;postID=5026055933659113768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/5026055933659113768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/5026055933659113768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/2009/07/materializing.html' title='Materializing???'/><author><name>T</name><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-6347242670316289562.post-5524151773324109058</id><published>2009-07-03T19:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T19:18:26.283+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I HATE/ CANNOT STAND/ WANNA KILL... [WARNING-Total b****ing session ahead. Proceed with caution]'/><title type='text'>Grrr... What the heck is wrong with GSC's website??!!!</title><content type='html'>Here I am tryin to buy movie tix online at GSC's website but the stupid site just &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WON'T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; load!!! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;WTH!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been trying for the past half hour. Getting really pissy about it. If GSC wanna give customers an option of buying movie tix online via their website, the least they can do is make sure &lt;strong&gt;IT IS WORKING!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took ten minutes for the homepage to load. Then, for the past 20 minutes or so, I tried logging in with my ID but the page just stayed the same. Tried clicking on the reservations tab, waited for what felt like ages, but no response wadsoever. My internet connection's fine. So, must be the bloody site not working. Why izit &lt;strong&gt;NOT WORKING?!! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Grrrr...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally making me freaking frustrated and spoiling my Friday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Damnit!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347242670316289562-5524151773324109058?l=crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/5524151773324109058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347242670316289562&amp;postID=5524151773324109058' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/5524151773324109058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/5524151773324109058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/2009/07/grrr-what-heck-is-wrong-with-gscs.html' title='Grrr... What the heck is wrong with GSC&apos;s website??!!!'/><author><name>T</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347242670316289562.post-8923399798171948073</id><published>2009-06-29T22:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T00:43:27.144+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events/ Celebrations/ Special Occasions'/><title type='text'>He Turned 28!!</title><content type='html'>It was Yaacob's birthday last Sunday. We started the celebration for his &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hari keputeraan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on Friday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner at our fav Thai place, Flying Chilli's @ Gardens. Then, ice-cream @ Dessert Bar. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SkjqDelNkzI/AAAAAAAACc0/tAIN_x1O7KA/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352785502599484210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 391px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SkjqDelNkzI/AAAAAAAACc0/tAIN_x1O7KA/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We then returned to the Gardens to watch &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1055369/"&gt;Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen&lt;/a&gt;. Was super excited about the movie. Love Transformers 1 to bits. The sequel was great coz of the introduction of a lot of new robots but still, script-wise, story-wise and overall, the first movie's better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SkjqDNL8t5I/AAAAAAAACcs/KnzpUqSt7CM/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352785497930119058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SkjqDNL8t5I/AAAAAAAACcs/KnzpUqSt7CM/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The next day, we had brunch at our fav weekend lunch place, Backofen. Went for a foot massage after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SkjqDHxvCtI/AAAAAAAACck/JT7AADOef_4/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352785496477993682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SkjqDHxvCtI/AAAAAAAACck/JT7AADOef_4/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After dropping Yaacob home, I went home to make him his &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'surprise'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; cheesecake. Mom helped me a lot in making it. Mom and Soo even helped me buy a nice cake box, tray, plastic 'happy birthday' sign, knife and candles, so my cake will look super&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; 'pro'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partied at Velvet at night and celebration Yaacob's birthday countdown there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SkjqC6raXuI/AAAAAAAACcc/gW8WCKusIEY/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352785492961812194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SkjqC6raXuI/AAAAAAAACcc/gW8WCKusIEY/s400/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He had a round of shots and 2 flamings and loads of other booze...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Skjm3mO9SII/AAAAAAAACcU/q29g54FKd6A/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352781999960311938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Skjm3mO9SII/AAAAAAAACcU/q29g54FKd6A/s400/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He terbabas-ed at the end of the night. We went over to Phuture and he was super-friendly, offered to help people at the next table take pics, then he himself was in the pics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Skjm3HGLtNI/AAAAAAAACcM/JshLdLV0-RU/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352781991602009298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Skjm3HGLtNI/AAAAAAAACcM/JshLdLV0-RU/s400/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ended the night by walking around Zouk and danced there a bit before the lights came on. Drove him and Suilin home. Thank goodness I mantained sober!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoyed a hot stone massage at &lt;a href="http://amantenailspa.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amante&lt;/a&gt; the following day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Skjm2zdOF9I/AAAAAAAACcE/XjFbfR4HU9k/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352781986329925586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Skjm2zdOF9I/AAAAAAAACcE/XjFbfR4HU9k/s400/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The massage was &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;super relaxing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I really enjoyed it. I love falling asleep during massages. Makes me feel very rejuvenated and fresh after ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Skjm2tBXkHI/AAAAAAAACb8/jCE1yqfha1s/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352781984602493042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Skjm2tBXkHI/AAAAAAAACb8/jCE1yqfha1s/s400/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Went for late lunch @ &lt;a href="http://www.schokolart.com/main.html"&gt;Schokolart&lt;/a&gt;. The food and choc drinks there never fail to make me happy. The roesti was superb and the hot choc that I had was sinfully &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;deli-CIOUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!! I really like the whole concept of Schokolart and their mugs, dishes and glasses. E.g. my hot choc came in a mug called the&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 'hugga mugga'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. It's designed in a way for customers to hug the mug with their hands to feel the warmth of the drink before enjoying it. So creative, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Skjm2kLqn3I/AAAAAAAACb0/iVqA31GKDPs/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352781982229766002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 357px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Skjm2kLqn3I/AAAAAAAACb0/iVqA31GKDPs/s400/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Went back to Yaacob's place after that to hang out and help out for the BBQ. His family threw him a BBQ for his birthday. The food was simply scrumptious. The beef, chicken, potato salad and salad. All so yummy. His mom, dad and sisters are really good cooks. They marinated the meat themselves, made the potato salad from scratch, even the salad dressing was homemade. Hmmm... Wonder when Yaacob will 'inherit' this family talent and cook me a feast &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Hint hint*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Kekekeke.... Felt quite shy during cake-cutting coz my cake was placed beside the professional choc mud-pie from Secret Recipe &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;*Blush*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Thank goodness the kids like my cake. They were eating lots of it. &lt;strong&gt;Phew!&lt;/strong&gt; Sigh of relief :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Birthday, Honey! Hope you had a great one!! &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Love you lots!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347242670316289562-8923399798171948073?l=crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/8923399798171948073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347242670316289562&amp;postID=8923399798171948073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/8923399798171948073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/8923399798171948073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/2009/06/he-turned-28.html' title='He Turned 28!!'/><author><name>T</name><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/_eNajPdQHyCU/SkjqDelNkzI/AAAAAAAACc0/tAIN_x1O7KA/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347242670316289562.post-8870355782089078572</id><published>2009-06-22T15:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T17:01:33.478+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I HATE/ CANNOT STAND/ WANNA KILL... [WARNING-Total b****ing session ahead. Proceed with caution]'/><title type='text'>Wad's all the fuss about? Izit even necessary??!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edison_Chen"&gt;Edison Chen&lt;/a&gt; ~ disgraced actor from HK who went into exile after his sex scandal which shook the whole region and even managed to gain coverage in CNN has decided to show his face in public again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't he feel any shame? Doesn't he feel embarrassed to be showing his face again? And who does he think he is to try to launch his fashion empire here, targetted at our youth? Does he think he's fit to be a role model to our youth with his tarnished reputation??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the negative publicity, this fella is thick-skinned enough to come out and give interviews, trying to &lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2009/6/21/nation/4166153&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;re-establish himself &lt;/a&gt;as a businessman, producer, bla, bla. OMG! Does he even have any talent to do any of these? His acting and singing were not that great to begin with. And to emphasize that he's in '&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Dark_Knight_(film)"&gt;The Dark Knight&lt;/a&gt;' really does not do justice to the movie. I mean, having a small role, where if you blink your eyes you will miss him, is not considered to be 'in' a movie. Just be direct about it and admit you're just an extra. Don't try to naikkan your falling profile by associating yourself with a movie as big as this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was in KL last weekend to &lt;a href="http://www.nst.com.my/Current_News/NST/Sunday/National/2587754/Article/index_html"&gt;launch his fashion outlet in Bangsar&lt;/a&gt;. A mob of his die-hard fans were there to catch a glimpse of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sj837PXSfPI/AAAAAAAACbs/z36LEHX3H2c/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350056373215460594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sj837PXSfPI/AAAAAAAACbs/z36LEHX3H2c/s400/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Even more embarrassing is the ignorance of our local youth. The young girls and guys who flocked to his shop opening to be near him and to take photos with him. Why all the fuss? Why all the support? Don't they realise who they're worshipping? A perverted animal in human skin. A sick sick disgusting being whose despicable secret life was exposed to the world. Why then, did he receive such a warm welcome from our locals? I feel embarrassed by the ignorance of my fellow countryman. When news of this opening comes out in the media, the whole world will think Malaysian's are pathetic, ignorant fools who worship perverts. And I'm not alone with this school of thought. There are &lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2009/6/22/focus/4167011&amp;amp;sec=focus"&gt;others&lt;/a&gt; out there who are as disturbed as I am over this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sj836qd78II/AAAAAAAACbk/iel-DW1Upuk/s1600-h/edisoncheninZouk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350056363311231106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sj836qd78II/AAAAAAAACbk/iel-DW1Upuk/s400/edisoncheninZouk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I pity the people, especially the girl-fans who seemed as if they struck lottery just coz they managed to snap a few photos with this fella. Even more pitiful are those who proudly show off their photos and thought it's all so cool. How do I know? Just search in Google and a list of blogs, etc will come up displaying photos of Edison and his adoring legion of girl-fans from KL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmm... Don't they know who they're associating themselves with? By behaving like adoring, swooning fans, don't they realise how this reflects on them? It either reflects: a) they are stupid with no intelect whatsoever to judge what's right and wrong with their actions/ b) they simply don't care about their own reputation to be associated as a loyal, dedicated fan of a pervert/ c) they &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[this applies to girls only]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; just wanna be part of the scandal and hoped to get laid by this fella to get their 5 minutes of fame/ d) they &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[also applies to girls only]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; are sluts themselves who can relate to Edison coz they probably share the same disgusting hobby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hate those who blindly worship people just coz they're mat sallehs or someone with a bit of fame. Don't even have the intellect to assess if the person they worship is worth it. Just coz of their skin color or their fame/notority&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt; [depending on how you view it]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, this doesn't mean they are more superior than us. At the end of the day, they are humans just like us, with no super powers whatsoever. So why all the fuss? Izit necessary to lower yourself as secondary beings to these supposedly more &lt;em&gt;'superior' &lt;/em&gt;ones? Sad to say, in this country, a lot of people are like this. And, just coz of a rotten apple, the whole basket is spoiled. Meaning, the rest of us who have a bit of ability to think reasonably will be tainted too! We will be known in general as the ignorant &lt;em&gt;'Malaysians'&lt;/em&gt; even though not &lt;strong&gt;ALL &lt;/strong&gt;of us are like that. Urrghhh... I so don't deserve to be labelled like this, man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's why I'm damn pissed with all these media coverage and attention this Edison fella gets. He's not to blame. The people who showered him with all the adoration are. Coz they're Malaysians, and coz of their &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;bulls**t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; behavior, I might be labelled and mistaken as one of them too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh... I'm looking forward to a day where all these &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stupid, ignorant, blind worshipping&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; of supposed &lt;em&gt;'superior'&lt;/em&gt; foreigners or so-called &lt;em&gt;'celebs'&lt;/em&gt; will end. Then, it'll do justice to the rest of us who are intelligent enough to know our own worth and realise everyone is equal, and nobody is more superior than the rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347242670316289562-8870355782089078572?l=crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/8870355782089078572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347242670316289562&amp;postID=8870355782089078572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/8870355782089078572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/8870355782089078572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/2009/06/wads-all-fuss-about-izit-even-necessary.html' title='Wad&apos;s all the fuss about? Izit even necessary??!'/><author><name>T</name><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/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sj837PXSfPI/AAAAAAAACbs/z36LEHX3H2c/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347242670316289562.post-1035595719020004238</id><published>2009-06-21T19:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T19:21:36.712+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as it is...'/><title type='text'>Chulo on a Sat Nite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sj4Wa97GwrI/AAAAAAAACbM/j95V6VPg1n0/s1600-h/chulo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349738059917607602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 390px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sj4Wa97GwrI/AAAAAAAACbM/j95V6VPg1n0/s400/chulo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Was at Chulo with colleagues last night til about 2am. Then drove down to Velvet to meet the gang, but they already left when we arrived. Hung out with other friends then headed home. An eventful night ~ drama minggu ini ~ but too lazy to go into details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaacob's birthday is next week. Already have a plan on how to celebrate with him. Weird thing is, I haven't even gotten my birthday present and now, it's his birthday and I've gotta buy him &lt;strong&gt;HIS&lt;/strong&gt; pressie. Not his fault. The present I want is not available anymore now. Gotta wait a couple of days more to find out whether I can still get it. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today's Father's Day!!! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wooo hooo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Gave dad a &lt;em&gt;'bubble bath-heat retaining-foot massager'&lt;/em&gt;. Hope he likes it. Will be having dinner at home coz mom's sick and she's not fit to have outside food. Gonna have &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;'lala'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; so it's all good ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347242670316289562-1035595719020004238?l=crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/1035595719020004238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347242670316289562&amp;postID=1035595719020004238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/1035595719020004238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/1035595719020004238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/2009/06/chulo-on-sat-nite.html' title='Chulo on a Sat Nite'/><author><name>T</name><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/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sj4Wa97GwrI/AAAAAAAACbM/j95V6VPg1n0/s72-c/chulo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347242670316289562.post-3715725667444270368</id><published>2009-06-14T22:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T22:43:05.674+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as it is...'/><title type='text'>Dad to the Rescue!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjULEHgpzjI/AAAAAAAACbE/oTEH6tZV0oQ/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347192297935719986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 325px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjULEHgpzjI/AAAAAAAACbE/oTEH6tZV0oQ/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On my way home on Wed, the air from my car's air-cond turned hot, then I noticed smoke coming outta the bonnet. Like really a lot of smoke, as if someone was having a nice BBQ under it. I looked at the temperature and it was super high. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;'Water boil'!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called Yaacob to ask him what to do. He said to stop the car immediately and call my Dad. So I did, and Dad came to my rescue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew!! Thank goodness he's back from Penang. He came asap to help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad, my hero :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took the car to the workshop the next day to fix it. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another episode to add in to my list of car dramas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347242670316289562-3715725667444270368?l=crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/3715725667444270368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347242670316289562&amp;postID=3715725667444270368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/3715725667444270368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/3715725667444270368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/2009/06/dad-to-rescue.html' title='Dad to the Rescue!!'/><author><name>T</name><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/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjULEHgpzjI/AAAAAAAACbE/oTEH6tZV0oQ/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347242670316289562.post-6087502672000991299</id><published>2009-06-13T04:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T22:35:07.913+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Travels'/><title type='text'>Krabi</title><content type='html'>Finally, my long awaited beach hol finally materialized last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was thinking of going back to Phuket, then decided to go to Krabi instead since we've not been there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the noon flight to Krabi on Friday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjLBuJ3OVdI/AAAAAAAACa8/tCdn-a4y9rU/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346548706307888594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjLBuJ3OVdI/AAAAAAAACa8/tCdn-a4y9rU/s400/a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reached the hotel just in time for lunch. The entire design of the hotel is nice. But the same can't be said of the service of the staff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjLBt9P-oRI/AAAAAAAACa0/OWW5anObeVc/s1600-h/b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346548702922055954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjLBt9P-oRI/AAAAAAAACa0/OWW5anObeVc/s400/b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After lunch, we walked out to Aonang. The beach was abt 2km away from the hotel and the first half km of the walk was through a pretty quiet road. The entire place was rather empty and quiet. Hmmm... Not happening at all. And we were both quite taken aback by the quietness of the entire area. There seemed nothing much to do there. Shops were mainly selling art pieces and the usual touristy stuff. Gawd, it's gonna be a boring 4 days here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjLBt-P9ExI/AAAAAAAACas/bXzlfkjSOHg/s1600-h/c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346548703190389522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjLBt-P9ExI/AAAAAAAACas/bXzlfkjSOHg/s400/c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After speaking to a lady from a tourist information centre, we went for a massage. This massage place was pretty decent. Reasonably priced and clean. Massage was good. We went for 2 hours body massage and 1 hour foot massage. Totally&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; relaxed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjLBtmWZSoI/AAAAAAAACak/qtEqrdU_ZEk/s1600-h/d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346548696774953602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjLBtmWZSoI/AAAAAAAACak/qtEqrdU_ZEk/s400/d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After our massage, we wanted to eat. But &lt;em&gt;*horrors*&lt;/em&gt;, most restaurants were closed. Goodness! It was only slightly after 10pm and everything was closed. In the end, we ate at a mamak kinda place coz we had no where else to go for food. Then, the walk back to the hotel was quite scary coz the streetlights were not on and it was pitch dark. The walk was long and it freaked us out a little. Sigh... I was begining to regret coming to Krabi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following day, we were up bright and early for our island excursion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjLBtbnLtTI/AAAAAAAACac/3WnoWYHO7wU/s1600-h/f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346548693892576562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 378px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjLBtbnLtTI/AAAAAAAACac/3WnoWYHO7wU/s400/f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The islands were not as beautiful as those that we went to during our Phuket trip. The waters were not so clear and the beach not so soft and nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st stop was at Hong Island Lagoon where we stayed in the boat and just snapped pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjLAxTI3P9I/AAAAAAAACaU/3rFN81qQR10/s1600-h/hong+island+lagoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346547660825771986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 392px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjLAxTI3P9I/AAAAAAAACaU/3rFN81qQR10/s400/hong+island+lagoon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 2nd stop was at Pakbia Island. Had no idea why the guide wanted to stay here for 45 min coz there was nothing here. Only a pathetic patch of sand. No even considered a beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjLAxPuXmhI/AAAAAAAACaM/wiunpONJFf4/s1600-h/pakbia+island.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346547659909339666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjLAxPuXmhI/AAAAAAAACaM/wiunpONJFf4/s400/pakbia+island.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3rd stop was at Lading Island. The island had birds in cages and a couple of huts that looked like something outta 'Survivor'. The main highlight was the fishes that'd swim real close around us. We stayed about an hour and a half, snorkelling then had lunch which the guide packed from Krabi. Lunch was not so great, rice with vegetables and chicken that were already cold. Hmmph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjLAw7BH51I/AAAAAAAACaE/IXP1T3q2bJQ/s1600-h/lading+island.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346547654350858066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjLAw7BH51I/AAAAAAAACaE/IXP1T3q2bJQ/s400/lading+island.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Final stop was at Hong Island Bay, where we stayed for a couple of hours. Just sat on the beach and chit-chatted with Yaacob. Then a couple from Finland joined us and we talked til it was time to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjLAwiD41GI/AAAAAAAACZ8/1Nx2oGxh2yU/s1600-h/hong+island+bay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346547647651566690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjLAwiD41GI/AAAAAAAACZ8/1Nx2oGxh2yU/s400/hong+island+bay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was pretty tired after a long day out island hopping. On our way back, the waves were really strong and at one point, I thought the boat would capsize. A strong current rocked the boat to one side and the Thai kid that came with the guide fell off the boat into the sea. I was panic-stricken!! But the guide was real calm. Like it was nothing. I looked around and finally saw the kid about a metre away from the boat. Only his head was visible, bobbing on the surface of the water. &lt;strong&gt;Goodness!&lt;/strong&gt; I would be screaming my lungs out for help if I were him. This kid just smiled and swam back to the boat. Okaaay.... Must not be a first time for him to fall off the boat, I think. Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjLAwos_omI/AAAAAAAACZ0/irCRH85AOug/s1600-h/g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346547649434591842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjLAwos_omI/AAAAAAAACZ0/irCRH85AOug/s400/g.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After we got back to the hotel, we lazed around the pool til evening. Then, showered and watched Transformers on TV before heading out for lunch. I can never tire of Transformers. Can just watch it over and over again. Such a cool movie!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner at this place called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Blue Mango&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I realised that in Krabi, the Thai food really sucks. The tomyam was not strong and tasty enough. The curry was watery and diluted. Thai food in KL taste much better. After 2 disappointing Thai meals, we decided to forget about it and eat western food for the rest of our stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked along Aonang after dinner. Yaacob bought me a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;nice seashell hairclip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Had nothing to do, went back to the hotel to watch TV and drank beer. This is the most boring hol we've ever had. The place really had nothing to do. Sigh... Really shoulda went to Phuket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjLAdTfh_rI/AAAAAAAACZs/NHEd6cXFF3U/s1600-h/e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346547317323464370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 398px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjLAdTfh_rI/AAAAAAAACZs/NHEd6cXFF3U/s400/e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The next day, after breakfast, did a bit of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sun-tanning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjLAdRhtkgI/AAAAAAAACZk/qHzEbiSiItk/s1600-h/h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346547316795740674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjLAdRhtkgI/AAAAAAAACZk/qHzEbiSiItk/s400/h.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After that, decided to head out for lunch. Snapped some pics at the hotel before going out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjLAdJEZfcI/AAAAAAAACZc/xktbq-nx-QQ/s1600-h/i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346547314525306306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 369px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjLAdJEZfcI/AAAAAAAACZc/xktbq-nx-QQ/s400/i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As I said, the design of the hotel was really nice. But the service was bad. The staff was not friendly and didn't look like they want to assist/serve us at all. When we spoke to them, they'd just look blankly at us most of the time, no smiles, nothing, like they're reluctant to serve us. The reception was not 24 hours, the restaurant closes at 9.30pm and room service was only til 11pm. Our bed comforter &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;stank&lt;/span&gt;, but they didn't change it even though we requested for clean one. The towels had little black dirt balls on it and we hadta ask for fresh clean ones. Really, don't be fooled by nice pics of hotels in their websites. Hafta do more research before actually booking into one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjLAc9ekFnI/AAAAAAAACZU/mmNQgf2m3lM/s1600-h/j.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346547311413827186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjLAc9ekFnI/AAAAAAAACZU/mmNQgf2m3lM/s400/j.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Had lunch then shopped the afternoon away. Ended the day with a 3 hour massage then dinner. When we got back to the hotel, it was time to pack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left Krabi at noon on Monday. Couldn't wait to get home. I've decided to really do more research on the places and hotels for my future holidays. Krabi certainly was not my cup of tea. Guess I'm really a city girl at heart and am used to crowds and more fast-paced places ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjLAcj5mfCI/AAAAAAAACZM/MvHa8qMhpDo/s1600-h/k.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346547304547908642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjLAcj5mfCI/AAAAAAAACZM/MvHa8qMhpDo/s400/k.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Had a really bad allergy attack when I got back. Entire face was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;swollen, red and itchy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Entire upper body had rashes and was itchy. Definitely not the food coz I didn't have seafood in Krabi. Dunno whether it's the water that's not clean or the hotel room. Suffer... Especially my face!! Arrgghhh!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347242670316289562-6087502672000991299?l=crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/6087502672000991299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347242670316289562&amp;postID=6087502672000991299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/6087502672000991299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/6087502672000991299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/2009/06/krabi.html' title='Krabi'/><author><name>T</name><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/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjLBuJ3OVdI/AAAAAAAACa8/tCdn-a4y9rU/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347242670316289562.post-7263738218439063403</id><published>2009-06-13T04:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T04:52:14.852+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The secret thoughts of the fashion diva in Me...'/><title type='text'>My Obsession with Shoes</title><content type='html'>I can't help it!! I have a weakness for shoes. I told myself time and again to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;STOP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!! But... In the end I gave in to my obsession... Sigh... These are the reasons there's a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HUGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; hole in my purse. It's bled and dried up. I can't shop anymore!!! Arrgghh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought these couple of months ago: White gladiators and gold strappy heels.&lt;br /&gt;I needed new flower sandals for my beach hol. YY bought a pair of khaki flower sandals for me when she was in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjK9AOuYPHI/AAAAAAAACZE/UoGnnKzvFxM/s1600-h/shoes+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346543519292472434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjK9AOuYPHI/AAAAAAAACZE/UoGnnKzvFxM/s400/shoes+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bought the sexy heels before my beach hol. Simply couldn't resist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest was bought after my hol. I was actually sufferring from a bad allergy that day. Went to see a doctor. Then, went for lunch. On my way back to my car, I walked past a boutique, and the rest is history...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know, it's so bad. Even when I'm sick and swelling all over I managed to buy so many pairs of shoes. But they're super nice!! Can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my splurge&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt; [not really a splurge, I managed to get discounts for all of it!!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, while walkin to my car, I felt a sense of dread. What have I done??? Shit! Mom's so gonna kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hid the shoes in the car booth. Then, when I got home, I launched a&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; 'operasi smuggle kasut dalam rumah'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with the help of my sister and maid. They were very cooperative. Managed to get mom to make cheesecake in the kitchen. So, while she was preoccupied, I quickly ran to the car, grabbed my shoes and dashed upstairs and hid them in my room. Phew!! Thank goodness for the quick thinkin of my sister on distracting mom with the idea of baking a cheesecake. Haha... Thanks, Soo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjK8_-YdmtI/AAAAAAAACY8/-_nepGYjnEI/s1600-h/shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346543514905582290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjK8_-YdmtI/AAAAAAAACY8/-_nepGYjnEI/s400/shoes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not only shoes, I got a cardy and a skirt too!! It was super cheap. At Krabi, as dead as it was, I managed to find quite a few nice items. Harem pants, a dress and a nice sleeveless top and some bangles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjK8_7QrCYI/AAAAAAAACY0/rKBkhvJ9Fg0/s1600-h/steals.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346543514067601794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjK8_7QrCYI/AAAAAAAACY0/rKBkhvJ9Fg0/s400/steals.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok, no more shopping for me. I'm serious this time!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347242670316289562-7263738218439063403?l=crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/7263738218439063403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347242670316289562&amp;postID=7263738218439063403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/7263738218439063403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/7263738218439063403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-obsession-with-shoes.html' title='My Obsession with Shoes'/><author><name>T</name><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/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjK9AOuYPHI/AAAAAAAACZE/UoGnnKzvFxM/s72-c/shoes+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347242670316289562.post-5928395855452379479</id><published>2009-06-13T04:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T05:01:12.526+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as it is...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The secret thoughts of the fashion diva in Me...'/><title type='text'>Took my new baby out shopping</title><content type='html'>Went shopping at 1U one Saturday with mom and lil sis. Took my new Damier out... Hehe... Yes, I got it!!!!! Ecstatic!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw HK actress Bernice Liu. She came to promote Nutox. She's really pretty. If there were not so many people, I'd go take a pic with her. But the crowd was insane that day, so forget it. My time was better spent shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So shop I did. A shop was closing down and discounts were up to 75%. Of coz must grab! Great bargain. Managed to buy a few really nice tops. Tried on a black jumpsuit. It fitted perfectly but was defective. It was the LAST PIECE!!!! Arrgghhh... So frustrating when that happens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I had a pretty productive day. Bought lots of new clothes. The only problem now is where to keep it. My cupboards are bursting already. Sigh... Really need to buy a new cupboard. And note to self: No more shopping!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjK7b-yAnjI/AAAAAAAACYU/RK1LNhZf1FM/s1600-h/1U.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346541797025816114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjK7b-yAnjI/AAAAAAAACYU/RK1LNhZf1FM/s400/1U.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347242670316289562-5928395855452379479?l=crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/5928395855452379479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347242670316289562&amp;postID=5928395855452379479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/5928395855452379479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/5928395855452379479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/2009/06/took-my-new-baby-out-shopping.html' title='Took my new baby out shopping'/><author><name>T</name><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/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjK7b-yAnjI/AAAAAAAACYU/RK1LNhZf1FM/s72-c/1U.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347242670316289562.post-4999736160081076765</id><published>2009-06-13T03:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T04:32:24.158+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Travels'/><title type='text'>Roadshow @ JB</title><content type='html'>Went down to JB for work last month. A van drove us down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjKzfbHPDaI/AAAAAAAACYM/F9E3JfCgXRc/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346533060077620642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 337px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjKzfbHPDaI/AAAAAAAACYM/F9E3JfCgXRc/s400/a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The hotel was decent. Rooms are clean and quite spacious. But wifi was lousy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjKzfC1717I/AAAAAAAACYE/QsOF1viAj4A/s1600-h/b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346533053562607538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjKzfC1717I/AAAAAAAACYE/QsOF1viAj4A/s400/b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We fooled around in VM's room after dinner, while waiting for setup time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjKze-aOWhI/AAAAAAAACX8/PBWJXF-PijI/s1600-h/c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346533052372638226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 349px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjKze-aOWhI/AAAAAAAACX8/PBWJXF-PijI/s400/c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Setup at midnight. Heard people singing in the distance but can't see anyone. Freaky...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjKze101b7I/AAAAAAAACX0/utd-m9xDSVs/s1600-h/d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346533050068332466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 370px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjKze101b7I/AAAAAAAACX0/utd-m9xDSVs/s400/d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We were at the site bright and early the next day. It's gonna be a long long day. As I walked to our booth, loud music was blaring from the cars on display at the parking lot. Urgh... Don't tell me this is gonna go on for the whole day, I thought to myself in annoyance. And it did went on the whole day -_- My poor eardrums...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helped set up the buntings and our booth...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjKzedtrWpI/AAAAAAAACXs/l-bjYnP3ass/s1600-h/e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346533043595860626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 363px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjKzedtrWpI/AAAAAAAACXs/l-bjYnP3ass/s400/e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Since we couldn't speak Mandarin, which was the main language in JB, our jobs were reduced to passing out balloons to kids...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjKx4zbLbEI/AAAAAAAACXk/fmcpc_1hOqc/s1600-h/f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346531297077193794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjKx4zbLbEI/AAAAAAAACXk/fmcpc_1hOqc/s400/f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Inside the hall, other sponsors and vendors were displayin their goods. Shows were on-going on the stage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjKx4nLpLfI/AAAAAAAACXc/6BX98G6vG7o/s1600-h/g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346531293790809586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 332px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjKx4nLpLfI/AAAAAAAACXc/6BX98G6vG7o/s400/g.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There were mini miners and vintage cars on display. How can I not snap some pics?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjKx4ubT6WI/AAAAAAAACXU/uE6ROcwOqcM/s1600-h/h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346531295735572834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjKx4ubT6WI/AAAAAAAACXU/uE6ROcwOqcM/s400/h.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After that, we go busy giving out leaflets. Anyhow, we made some time to snap some memories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjKx4WdfoBI/AAAAAAAACXM/EllJY8Y6OsQ/s1600-h/i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346531289302278162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjKx4WdfoBI/AAAAAAAACXM/EllJY8Y6OsQ/s400/i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; JY failed kuat-kuat at posing. We gave her some pointers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjKx4PTxi_I/AAAAAAAACXE/yQ7GjlqJcWQ/s1600-h/j.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346531287382461426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 371px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjKx4PTxi_I/AAAAAAAACXE/yQ7GjlqJcWQ/s400/j.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The official launch of the event was at 1pm. There was a lion dance, then some speeches followed by the ribbon cutting. I missed all of that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjKxd6scjSI/AAAAAAAACW8/aEnmWLTQt_g/s1600-h/k.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346530835172199714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 344px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjKxd6scjSI/AAAAAAAACW8/aEnmWLTQt_g/s400/k.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Why? Coz I was busy backstage and at the sound room organizing our dancers' performance. These bunch of Russian dancers came straight from GHR. Their bodies were amazing. So toned and curvy. And they're definitely not shy. Changed their costumes at the backstage in public for all to see. They were just in their g-strings and bras. But then again, with bodies like theirs, why should they be shy??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjKxdrKg4nI/AAAAAAAACW0/go3e3POVgvE/s1600-h/l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346530831003345522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjKxdrKg4nI/AAAAAAAACW0/go3e3POVgvE/s400/l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Needless to say, our performance were the most applauded one. It really blew the audience away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjKxdvberMI/AAAAAAAACWs/eGOtRhNxoPg/s1600-h/m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346530832148245698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 328px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjKxdvberMI/AAAAAAAACWs/eGOtRhNxoPg/s400/m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After a while, it was time to pack up. The day came to an end at about 5pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjKxdUMgAOI/AAAAAAAACWk/PRLqwMy_eow/s1600-h/n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346530824837660898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjKxdUMgAOI/AAAAAAAACWk/PRLqwMy_eow/s400/n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All of us were dead tired. I fell sleep in the van on the way back to the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner at a nearby restaurant. The fish was superb!! Then, went for foot massage to relax before heading back to the hotel to drink. Alan was super afraid of massages for some unknown reason. He looked terrified, like he's gonna be eaten or something. Hmmm... The boy has issues, man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjKxdCpexUI/AAAAAAAACWc/V1PcyfYTkI8/s1600-h/o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346530820127376706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjKxdCpexUI/AAAAAAAACWc/V1PcyfYTkI8/s400/o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Although tiring, it was fun and I got to know my colleagues from other departments better. They're a really sporting bunch. And very funny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1st roadshow done, 9 more to go...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh... Just thinking about it makes me feel exhausted :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347242670316289562-4999736160081076765?l=crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/4999736160081076765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347242670316289562&amp;postID=4999736160081076765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/4999736160081076765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/4999736160081076765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/2009/06/roadshow-jb.html' title='Roadshow @ JB'/><author><name>T</name><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/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjKzfbHPDaI/AAAAAAAACYM/F9E3JfCgXRc/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347242670316289562.post-6018342137737290755</id><published>2009-06-13T02:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T02:39:37.374+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as it is...'/><title type='text'>Phuture Again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjKgshJaEBI/AAAAAAAACVs/qhO8RHQ-Yig/s1600-h/phuture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346512394314715154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 323px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjKgshJaEBI/AAAAAAAACVs/qhO8RHQ-Yig/s400/phuture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yup, we partied at Phuture again. Super packed as usual but we had fun ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347242670316289562-6018342137737290755?l=crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/6018342137737290755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347242670316289562&amp;postID=6018342137737290755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/6018342137737290755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/6018342137737290755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/2009/06/phuture-again.html' title='Phuture Again...'/><author><name>T</name><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/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjKgshJaEBI/AAAAAAAACVs/qhO8RHQ-Yig/s72-c/phuture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347242670316289562.post-6513190231191073008</id><published>2009-06-13T01:27:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T02:13:21.069+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events/ Celebrations/ Special Occasions'/><title type='text'>Moi Birthday ;)</title><content type='html'>My colleagues threw a surprise birthday lunch for Matthias and I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[our birthdays are a week apart, I think]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at Tony Roma's, Pavilion on the eve of my birthday &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[think coz I'll be on leave on the actual day]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; under the pretense that it was Dee Lin's farewell&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt; [she's transfered up to GHR to work, and her last day in our department was on my birthday itself]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really surprised! Didn't expect it at all. Was really touched. It was really nice of everyone to do that for Matthias and I :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjKSg7JK71I/AAAAAAAACVk/ngKcjvnsKhY/s1600-h/tony+roma%27s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346496801971826514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjKSg7JK71I/AAAAAAAACVk/ngKcjvnsKhY/s400/tony+roma%27s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After cutting the cake at the restaurant, we decided to bring it back to the office to eat. Alan was appointed to bring the cake back. On our way back to the office &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[which is just opposite Pavilion, btw]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, we got into our &lt;em&gt;'posing'&lt;/em&gt; moods and &lt;em&gt;'tak-tau-malu'&lt;/em&gt; snapped pics at the side of the road. Very mengada, I know... Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjKSbEO1ZDI/AAAAAAAACVc/LVjIrIQAaPM/s1600-h/road.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346496701332284466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjKSbEO1ZDI/AAAAAAAACVc/LVjIrIQAaPM/s400/road.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Towards the end of the day, when I was ready to leave the office, another surprise was sprung on me! My dear colleagues gave me a pressie and a card. It was totally unexpected. Really super touched!! Love the Nike top to bits. It fits perfectly. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Thanks so much, you guys!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; It's really sweet of you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjKSW8FScsI/AAAAAAAACVU/VnP20uIxdoI/s1600-h/%40+office.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346496630425285314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjKSW8FScsI/AAAAAAAACVU/VnP20uIxdoI/s400/%40+office.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On the day of my birthday, I went on a self-pampering spree. First, I went to Hartamas for lunch at my fav cafe, had my fav meal and fav coffee. Then, I went for a relaxing foot massage with my ipoh and mag in tow. After that, I drove to Solaris where I'd booked myself a nice body massage followed by mani + pedi. I was in seventh heaven. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Total bliss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Wish I can afford the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and time to do this everyday. Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had my best birthday present to date from dad this year. A brand new air-cond!! I was complaining so much about the heat I think both mom and dad decided they had enough of it and got me an air-cond for my birthday. Haha... Dad had people come install it in my room on my birthday. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm a happy girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yaacob took me to Moxie at Dsara Heights for dinner that night. It's a new restaurant by the same owners of Cava and Opus in Bangsar. Food was great. Dessert was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sinfully awesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Ambience was nice. So, yea, dinner was good :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went home after to cut my birthday cake with my family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjKQkdBPl4I/AAAAAAAACVM/HtrhPghg4GU/s1600-h/moxie+%26+home.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346494663581734786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjKQkdBPl4I/AAAAAAAACVM/HtrhPghg4GU/s400/moxie+%26+home.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My birthday pressies from everyone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjKQeG5aQhI/AAAAAAAACVE/Hfr_LCGqP4Y/s1600-h/bday+pressies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346494554564084242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjKQeG5aQhI/AAAAAAAACVE/Hfr_LCGqP4Y/s400/bday+pressies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everyone except Yaacob coz I haven't decided what I want from him yet. I recently set my sights on a lovely Gucci purse and Yaacob offered to get it for me as my birthday gift,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; BUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[horrors!!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, when I went back to the store, it was sold out &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[sobs!!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm really upset coz I really really like the purse so much. Haven't been able to get it outta my mind. Someone out there bought &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; birthday present!!!! Hmmph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I feel truly blessed to have so many people who love me so much in my life. It can really be felt on my birthday with their efforts in tryin to make it extra special for me and to make me happy. With this, I feel really grateful and very very lucky to have all these shining stars bestowed upon me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and finally, I decided what I want for my anniversary present &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[super long overdue, like half a year overdue]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjKQKZ33U1I/AAAAAAAACU8/QwIXO8SEcHA/s1600-h/anniversary+pressie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346494216060490578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjKQKZ33U1I/AAAAAAAACU8/QwIXO8SEcHA/s400/anniversary+pressie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thank you so much to my generous, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; bf!! Hehe...&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/6347242670316289562-6513190231191073008?l=crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/6513190231191073008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347242670316289562&amp;postID=6513190231191073008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/6513190231191073008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/6513190231191073008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/2009/06/moi-birthday.html' title='Moi Birthday ;)'/><author><name>T</name><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/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjKSg7JK71I/AAAAAAAACVk/ngKcjvnsKhY/s72-c/tony+roma%27s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347242670316289562.post-8341146409790954806</id><published>2009-06-13T01:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T01:26:53.626+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events/ Celebrations/ Special Occasions'/><title type='text'>A Wedding in April</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjKPIj4DEDI/AAAAAAAACU0/k5lA03L7i-A/s1600-h/ernest%27s+wedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346493084874248242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 392px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjKPIj4DEDI/AAAAAAAACU0/k5lA03L7i-A/s400/ernest%27s+wedding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yup, Ernest got hitched end of April. Wedding dinner was held at the Sheraton Subang. Everyone had a great time eating and of coz &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DRINKING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partied after the dinner at the lobby outside the ballroom til late. Ernest showed off his drumming skills. Everyone was happy and most were drunk. It was a good wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Congrats, Ernest &amp;amp; wife!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347242670316289562-8341146409790954806?l=crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/8341146409790954806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347242670316289562&amp;postID=8341146409790954806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/8341146409790954806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/8341146409790954806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/2009/06/wedding-in-april.html' title='A Wedding in April'/><author><name>T</name><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/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjKPIj4DEDI/AAAAAAAACU0/k5lA03L7i-A/s72-c/ernest%27s+wedding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347242670316289562.post-8742527809893269647</id><published>2009-06-13T01:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T01:21:19.125+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as it is...'/><title type='text'>I'm back!!</title><content type='html'>Yesss, I'm back from my beach hol and I've got all the pics ready to upload. Not only pics from my holiday, pics from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that's happened for the past month. So brace yourself for lots of pics and updates on the past couple of months!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will separate it in different posts as not to create one super long one. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, finally got the pics taken with Yaacob's new camera &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[that's part of the reason for the delay in my posts, the photos were with him]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. This pic was taken on the day the camera was bought, at the place it was bought, by the salesgirl who wanted to show us just how great the pic quality is. She even printed out this pic for us to keep &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[it's with Yaacob]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjKMYIpFvJI/AAAAAAAACUs/sQhLiY_4xHg/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346490053906775186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjKMYIpFvJI/AAAAAAAACUs/sQhLiY_4xHg/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My face looks oily, I know :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next post will be the first update on what took place during the last 2 months...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347242670316289562-8742527809893269647?l=crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/8742527809893269647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347242670316289562&amp;postID=8742527809893269647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/8742527809893269647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/8742527809893269647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!!'/><author><name>T</name><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/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjKMYIpFvJI/AAAAAAAACUs/sQhLiY_4xHg/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347242670316289562.post-7009785203164679941</id><published>2009-05-29T17:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T17:47:06.560+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Travels'/><title type='text'>Weeee!!! Finally...</title><content type='html'>Finally, I get to go for my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;loooong awaited beach holiday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!! Yeeaaayy!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be going here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sh-uBg6vkEI/AAAAAAAACUk/w8aKq8I8SMM/s1600-h/krabi2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341179024124121154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sh-uBg6vkEI/AAAAAAAACUk/w8aKq8I8SMM/s400/krabi2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pristine, soft, sandy &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;beaches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and crystal clear &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sh-uBRnhCwI/AAAAAAAACUc/UyV6ULfwi28/s1600-h/krabi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341179020016945922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sh-uBRnhCwI/AAAAAAAACUc/UyV6ULfwi28/s400/krabi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Breathtaking &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;scenery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and sunny &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;rays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for tanning...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My home over the next weekend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sh-sOVg6u6I/AAAAAAAACUU/Xc0HZ76DweQ/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341177045378055074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sh-sOVg6u6I/AAAAAAAACUU/Xc0HZ76DweQ/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nice??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sh-sLWixRdI/AAAAAAAACUM/RlPFBOwN3DM/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341176994114651602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sh-sLWixRdI/AAAAAAAACUM/RlPFBOwN3DM/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I can't wait!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wanna start packing. Yippeee!!&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/6347242670316289562-7009785203164679941?l=crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/7009785203164679941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347242670316289562&amp;postID=7009785203164679941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/7009785203164679941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/7009785203164679941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/2009/05/weeee-finally.html' title='Weeee!!! Finally...'/><author><name>T</name><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/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sh-uBg6vkEI/AAAAAAAACUk/w8aKq8I8SMM/s72-c/krabi2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347242670316289562.post-5307440014476781726</id><published>2009-05-17T19:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T19:38:24.385+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as it is...'/><title type='text'>*Drool* I WANT!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sg_ziok6IhI/AAAAAAAACUE/C2P3qOEnO-g/s1600-h/DamierNeverfull-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336751859790651922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 338px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sg_ziok6IhI/AAAAAAAACUE/C2P3qOEnO-g/s400/DamierNeverfull-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finally, the Neverfull comes in Damier Canvas! It looks so much better than the over-exposed, over-used and over-imitated Monogram Canvas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sold only in Japan, Hawaii and Goa, and very recently launched in Europe. I've been dreaming of owning one since I found out about it months ago. It's nice, classy and very reasonably priced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Oooh, can't wait to get my hands on one!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347242670316289562-5307440014476781726?l=crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/5307440014476781726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347242670316289562&amp;postID=5307440014476781726' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/5307440014476781726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/5307440014476781726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/2009/05/drool-i-want.html' title='*Drool* I WANT!!!'/><author><name>T</name><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/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sg_ziok6IhI/AAAAAAAACUE/C2P3qOEnO-g/s72-c/DamierNeverfull-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347242670316289562.post-7511037564967556044</id><published>2009-05-17T18:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T19:17:59.925+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as it is...'/><title type='text'>Girl Power!</title><content type='html'>I watched the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/I_Know_What_Boys_Like_(film)"&gt;House Bunny&lt;/a&gt; a few nights ago at Yaacob's. It was surprisingly funny, with a lot of silly and at times cliched scenes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sg_sn9np6HI/AAAAAAAACT8/tSZpXOxSIxo/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336744254757267570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sg_sn9np6HI/AAAAAAAACT8/tSZpXOxSIxo/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's about a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Playboy_bunny"&gt;Playboy Bunny&lt;/a&gt;, Shelley, who got kicked out of the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Playboy_Mansion"&gt;mansion&lt;/a&gt; and somehow managed to get herself a job as a house mother at the Zeta sorority house aka loser house. The girls in this house are social rejects and they are going to lose their house unless they get 30 pledges. Shelley steps in to try her best to help the girls save their house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sg_snvrFpxI/AAAAAAAACT0/UzPBQaAOVsQ/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336744251013572370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sg_snvrFpxI/AAAAAAAACT0/UzPBQaAOVsQ/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She teaches them how to talk to boys, how to dress up and look good and how to throw fantastic parties to up their popularity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sg_snral-1I/AAAAAAAACTs/ximwV6GhtDM/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336744249870646098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sg_snral-1I/AAAAAAAACTs/ximwV6GhtDM/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the end, the girls managed to get the 30 pledges, thanks to an overhaul of their looks, self-esteem and confidence. They got popular, boys and lots of new friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sg_snYL6axI/AAAAAAAACTk/Xwzz_lUMyIg/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336744244708797202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sg_snYL6axI/AAAAAAAACTk/Xwzz_lUMyIg/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's a feel good movie. And, personally, to me, it's really a movie for&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. This makes me feel it's really important to have a close group of girl friends, who'll always stick together no matter what and be there for each other no matter what. It's empowering to belonging to a group of friends who will support you and who makes you feel nothing is impossible, you can achieve anything. Well, at least, from this movie, it seems that way. It's also fun to hang out with the girls, having girly talks, doing girly things, having a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This makes me realise I really have to put in more effort to spend quality time with my girl friends. Not take them for granted and always push them aside for other things. I miss school days when my group of girl friends would practise softball together, then have lunch together and hang out at each other's houses. We'd lie on the field, under the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blue blue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sky, just to hang out and talk and braid each other's hair. We're storm into the supermarket all dirty and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;stinky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; after a game of softball to get clean towels and clothes to shower. Those were the good old days. When we were not introduced to the adult world with all it's politics, jealousy, competition, etc. How I wish I can go back in time and savor those moments again. I'd be more likely to appreciate it coz I know how our lives are right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I know for sure I can turn back time. So, the next best thing to do is to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;appreciate the people around me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Appreciate the girls in my life and make the most out of our friendships. Have more initiative to call them, talk to them, catch up on their lives and take an interest in what they're doing, meet up, hang out, etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I WILL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; make an effort to do that!!!&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/6347242670316289562-7511037564967556044?l=crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/7511037564967556044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347242670316289562&amp;postID=7511037564967556044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/7511037564967556044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/7511037564967556044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/2009/05/girl-power.html' title='Girl Power!'/><author><name>T</name><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/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sg_sn9np6HI/AAAAAAAACT8/tSZpXOxSIxo/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347242670316289562.post-7713321052637683974</id><published>2009-05-10T19:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T19:38:05.180+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events/ Celebrations/ Special Occasions'/><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day!!</title><content type='html'>Yup, today's Mother's Day ;) We have a cake for Mom and I took her out for an hour of relaxing foot massage @ my fav reflexology place in Desa Sri Hartamas. Sorry, didn't manage to take any pics. The place charges reasonably and the ambience is great! Really clean, richly decorated with chinese wallpaper and chairs, with serene soft music in the background. The service is good as well! They serve ginseng tea, and while we sink into the comfortable chair, they'll bring a tub of herbal foot soak for us to immerse our feet in. Then, they'll bring heated herbal pillows to put on our shoulders and back. After all that, only the massage will begin. It's not painful and the massage therapists there are real deal Chinese people from China who really knows their stuff. After our massage session, our feet was wiped clean with hot towels, then, we get a quick shoulder, neck and back rub before we go off. Great, right? I love going to this place! It always makes me feel relaxed and so good :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, I wanted to bring Mom shopping at the Gardens &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[so that I can buy her something as a present]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, but she felt lazy to walk around in the crowd, so we went home. That's about it for Mother's Day I guess. Mom don't wanna eat out. So, we're eating in. Hmmm... Maybe next year I'll book a whole day of spa treatment for Mom to enjoy herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a completely unrelated matter, I was checking my email just now and I came across this pic from Suilin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sga57LpQucI/AAAAAAAACS8/b5fX0_gDAQM/s1600-h/suilin+%26+i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334155235056204226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sga57LpQucI/AAAAAAAACS8/b5fX0_gDAQM/s400/suilin+%26+i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;which reminds me of the night we went out when this pic was taken. I dunno who took this pic, totally forgot about it and have no idea how Suilin managed to get this. Anyways, this was taken in Velvet. And before that, we had a really hilarious encounter in The Market Place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suilin sent out an email to everyone, asking us to go to The Market Place. In the end, it was just me, Yaacob and her who went. Pam and Eugene came a bit later. When Suilin, Yaacob and I first stepped into the club, we were greeted with a show put up by a group of half naked men, parading around in what looked like African tribal costumes, complete with headgears, etc. We were stunned. It didn't take us long to realise it's a gay joint. Hahahaha... I had fun checking out gays who were checking out Yaacob and Eugene. And Eugene was so terrified. It was funny. We stayed there for a while before adjourning to Velvet, where, even after like a year's absence, the bouncers still recognized Pam and she still got the red carpet treatment. Straightaway, we got to walk in without lining up and we got a nice table in front of the bar. Haha... This shows Velvet will always remember their regulars even after a long period of absence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been really busy lately with work. No time for gym or anything. I'm feeling really frustrated! I want &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;ME-TIME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!! Time where I can work out &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[I really wanna gain weight!!!!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I can read all my mags and books, I can blog&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt; [I don't even have time to blog and upload pics of a wedding I attended and &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;MY BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt;!!! Imagine that!!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I can relax and meet up with my friends, etc. I hate it when I feel I'm always in a rush, my mind is always full of a million things to do and I have no time to do things that I really want to do. Let's just hope this busy, stressful period passes real fast and I'll be somewhere better and nicer, where I'll be happy real super soon!! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;*Fingers crossed*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347242670316289562-7713321052637683974?l=crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/7713321052637683974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347242670316289562&amp;postID=7713321052637683974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/7713321052637683974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/7713321052637683974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day!!'/><author><name>T</name><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/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sga57LpQucI/AAAAAAAACS8/b5fX0_gDAQM/s72-c/suilin+%26+i.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347242670316289562.post-4389268834610231479</id><published>2009-04-21T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T00:51:45.679+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as it is...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events/ Celebrations/ Special Occasions'/><title type='text'>Updates for the past couple of weeks</title><content type='html'>Been really busy the past couple of weeks. Didn't have time to upload pics nor blog. Am dead tired, actually. But just wanna get this done. So, here are updates on the random happenings for the past fortnight:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;          ----------------------------------------                           &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Lil J at the Kiara flea market last 2 Sundays to check out the place and talk about our idea for a venture together. Since it's in the early stages of planning, I won't reveal it til later. Dun wanna jinx it by talking about it :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to go to this particular flea market every Sunday years ago. Then, I stopped going coz I've gotten busier and newer and more interesting flea markets have sprung up especially at The Curve. I'm really shocked to discover how dead the Kiara flea market is. It used to be so vibrant and the traffic there was extremely high. Now, there are only a few stalls scattered all over the courtyard and almost no customers at all. Okay, not a good place to consider to sell clothes. Btw, I am considering selling my clothes and I'm now hunting for a suitable venue.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; IF&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I get a good one, I'll not only sell mine but get in new ones to sell as well. Wish me luck!! And come support me if ever this idea materialize&lt;em&gt; *Fingers crossed*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Se3utitfOaI/AAAAAAAACS0/bHsUmSR15ag/s1600-h/sunrise+meeting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327176400428284322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Se3utitfOaI/AAAAAAAACS0/bHsUmSR15ag/s400/sunrise+meeting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ----------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Mom's birthday last Tuesday. Since all of us were not able to make it back on time for dinner on a weekday, we celebrated on Sunday instead, with dinner at Ole-Ole Bali at Solaris Mont Kiara. It was pouring when we got there. We opted to sit outdoors and I hadta sit on a cushion coz the wooden bench was wet from the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a nice place to eat and I've gotta say, the portions are&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; HUGE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!! The food's yummy too! Go try it out if you like Balinese dishes. During dinner, the conversation was mainly about LeeHom and some other Taiwanese pop dude who's actually from Brunei. If you're wondering why on earth this topic came about, it's coz my cousin and my lil sister are crazy dedicated fans of LeeHom. He's gonna have a concert in KL soon and he dropped by KL for an autograph cum meet-the-fans session at Solaris the previous week. My crazy cousin went to see him and she couldn't stop gushing about him ever since. Joining her is my equally smitten sister. Sigh... I'm &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; a fan of LeeHom nor wads-his-name Bruneian. So, can you imagine how I felt when these 2 fellas are the hot topic of the table? B-O-R-E-D. Hahahaha... Sorry, Shu and Soo. I am and forever will be a loyal Daniel Wu fan :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we hung around the area for a while before heading home. It was raining and we didn't have an umbrella so getting back into the car in the open parking lot was quite tricky. But we managed, with minimal contact with the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Se3upoH9NCI/AAAAAAAACSs/9Q5BmZEp2sY/s1600-h/solaris+dinner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327176333162001442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Se3upoH9NCI/AAAAAAAACSs/9Q5BmZEp2sY/s400/solaris+dinner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ----------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;On Mom's actual birthday, we celebrated with a cake. Of coz me, being the silly drama queen, had quite a bit of drama trying to get the cake. Won't go into details. Just to sum it up, I planned to get a cake somewhere, but in the end tak jadi so I was in panic mode trying to find a cake. Called backup &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[read: Shu]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; but in the end, I managed to get Mom a nice rich yummy Walnut Brownies from Secret Recipe as a cake. &lt;em&gt;*Phew*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gave Mom her pressie. A new Nokia flip-phone. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Yeay!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Was so excited when I bought it and I couldn't wait to give it to her. But, she didn't look surprised, so I guess she musta guessed I'm buying her a phone. Lemme tell you, the entire phone buying process was also a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HUGE &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;drama. Sigh... Why does this always happen to me???!!!! Cut long story short, this particular phone model is almost extinct coz it's really old and the whole Sungai Wang was tergempar was I specifically wanted this phone in gold color and in perfect condition. The sales counter I wanted to buy the phone from hadta call &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EVERY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; counter in the entire place to hunt for this phone coz the existing one they had on hand had a couple of scratches on it. In the end, I left empty handed coz they couldn't find any. I walked to BB Plaza and thought I'd try my luck and asked one of the Nokie counters there. When I told the sales fella the phone model I wanted, he blinked and looked at me, then said &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;"Oh, so you're the person who's searching for this phone. You terbalikkan the entire mall to find it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Imagine how I felt!!!! Gosh, so embarrassed. Needless to say, this sales fella didn't have the phone. In the end, I got it from the shop that I bought my phone from. Sigh...  Hope Mom likes it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sang Mom a 'Happy Birthday' song then all of us had some brownies. Ummm.... Yummy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Se3uja6teKI/AAAAAAAACSk/dITXnJgtDV8/s1600-h/Mom%27s+Bday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327176226537568418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Se3uja6teKI/AAAAAAAACSk/dITXnJgtDV8/s400/Mom%27s+Bday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  ----------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was DavidMan's birthday last Friday. All of us went to Red Box to celebrate. Bought him a cake to share with Chloe&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt; [her birthday fell on early April but I didn't get to buy her a cake then, so now both of them hafta share]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Sang from 10.30pm - 3am. Power, huh? Alice came to join us and as usual entertained us with her great showmanship. Kekekkekeke...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Had fun singing and catching up with Alice. The biggest shocker of the night was when our&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; BIG BIG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; boss walked in with DavidMan. We were not expecting him. But he was a good sport. Sang a few songs and was all round friendly to all of us. The biggest damper was the presence of someone who's not really&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; 'expected' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;to show up. But he did and being who he is, just sat there the whole night, ate and hogged the control. Hmmm... Speechless. This kinda behavior really just makes me feel really off. Like, wth?!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyways, in all, we had fun. I was so dead tired when I finally got home at 4am!!! AArrgghhh... I need my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;BEAUTY SLEEP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!! zzZZZZZ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Se3ue8PndMI/AAAAAAAACSc/x7kFjPxGwHk/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327176149584278722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 391px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Se3ue8PndMI/AAAAAAAACSc/x7kFjPxGwHk/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Se3ua88NK7I/AAAAAAAACSU/JaUd7FOfj5E/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327176081051823026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 336px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Se3ua88NK7I/AAAAAAAACSU/JaUd7FOfj5E/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Se3uWokRKuI/AAAAAAAACSM/wjndcsXA7eU/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327176006863235810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Se3uWokRKuI/AAAAAAAACSM/wjndcsXA7eU/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Opps typo! Supposed to be 'Happy Birthday, you two!' See? That's how blur-tired I am!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Se3uTHwFMZI/AAAAAAAACSE/PPq-2yotumE/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327175946514805138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Se3uTHwFMZI/AAAAAAAACSE/PPq-2yotumE/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  ----------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was Suilin's birthday last weekend. Celebrated with her on Saturday with dinner at Alexis BSC then Phuture. We got the whole restaurant to sing her a 'Happy Birthday' song when we got her a piece of tiramisu. Hehe... Suilin blushed so much she looked like she was drunk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After dinner, we partied at Phuture. It was super packed!!! I didn't drink that night and barely even moved. Coz I was exhausted. And I need to wake up early the following day to do something really special. Hmmmm... Wonder if I snore that night when I slept, coz I was so exhausted. I know some people tend to do that when they're extremely tired. I do hope I don't fall under that category :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We left around 2am, sent Lil E home then went home, took a quick shower and zzZZZZ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Se3t7hn0xLI/AAAAAAAACRc/MTY2hNjNQTE/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327175541142635698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 344px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Se3t7hn0xLI/AAAAAAAACRc/MTY2hNjNQTE/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  ----------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha! The something really special that I mentioned that I need to do on Sunday was.... &lt;em&gt;*Drum rolls*&lt;/em&gt; Buy Yaacob his anniversary pressie. It is like super super belated, man!! Almost 3 months late coz he couldn't decide what he wants. Well, I'm glad he finally decided what he wants and I hafta say, it is a great choice. So, here it is ladies and gents, my pressie to Yaacob for our 2 year anniversary:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Canon Ixus 100IS!!! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ta daa!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't it gorgeous??? All black &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[from the latest Canon black series]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and so slim!!! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[Canon's slimmest camera to date]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. So sleek and mysterious and chic. I really like this camera. And I think it suits Yaacob really well :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check it out:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Se3twl2RoNI/AAAAAAAACRU/2iffOigqu_k/s1600-h/canon+ixus+100+IS+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327175353298428114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 355px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Se3twl2RoNI/AAAAAAAACRU/2iffOigqu_k/s400/canon+ixus+100+IS+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See how slim it is???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Se3twd81xQI/AAAAAAAACRM/pB2VCDDjp0g/s1600-h/canon+ixus+100+IS+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327175351178478850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Se3twd81xQI/AAAAAAAACRM/pB2VCDDjp0g/s400/canon+ixus+100+IS+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nice????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Se3twcAxp6I/AAAAAAAACRE/iTJ8f8kOW18/s1600-h/canon+ixus+100+IS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327175350658115490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Se3twcAxp6I/AAAAAAAACRE/iTJ8f8kOW18/s400/canon+ixus+100+IS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love it!! And I hope Yaacob likes it, too!! Hehehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347242670316289562-4389268834610231479?l=crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/4389268834610231479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347242670316289562&amp;postID=4389268834610231479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/4389268834610231479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/4389268834610231479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/2009/04/updates-for-past-couple-of-weeks.html' title='Updates for the past couple of weeks'/><author><name>T</name><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/_eNajPdQHyCU/Se3utitfOaI/AAAAAAAACS0/bHsUmSR15ag/s72-c/sunrise+meeting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347242670316289562.post-1969875469918698404</id><published>2009-04-06T02:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T02:37:38.107+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as it is...'/><title type='text'>Such a Good Weekend!</title><content type='html'>I had a good weekend. Did all the things I like. Shopped and partied yesterday, and today, hung out at home with Yaacob for some quiet time together. Went for steamboat dinner&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt; [finally! After weeks of craving]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; then to a nearby pasar malam for a walk &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[we've been together for 2+ years and this is the first time we went to a pasar malam together. Can you believe it??!!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Bought some DVDs of the movies we wanted to watch but are not showing at the cinemas anymore, I had my fav bubble milk tea and some mochi and finally, I got my alam clock &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[hope it serves me well and wakes up me every morning on time!!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Hehe... I'm a happy girl :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sdj2V3d-t7I/AAAAAAAACQc/2gPncUMtRlg/s1600-h/IMG_7688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321273815265621938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sdj2V3d-t7I/AAAAAAAACQc/2gPncUMtRlg/s400/IMG_7688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Watched one of the DVDs ~ &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Slumdog_Millionaire"&gt;Slumdog Millionaire&lt;/a&gt; when we got home &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[btw, we were cheated of 1 DVD. Bought 3 altogether: Slumdog Millionaire, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marley_%26_Me_(film)"&gt;Marley and Me&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/7_pounds"&gt;7 Pounds&lt;/a&gt;, but the content of the 7 Pounds DVD was some chinese movie. We were ripped off!! Grrr... I will find the DVD seller next weekend and make sure he gives me the correct DVD or else! Hmmph!!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I have to say, it is a great film. Now I understand why it won so many Oscars and other awards. It really deserves winning all the awards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sdj2KchbxCI/AAAAAAAACQM/nmpk7jkMt5g/s1600-h/poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321273619053790242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sdj2KchbxCI/AAAAAAAACQM/nmpk7jkMt5g/s400/poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The movie's poster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sdj2KHpCuyI/AAAAAAAACQE/7btFc-qhkMU/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321273613448559394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sdj2KHpCuyI/AAAAAAAACQE/7btFc-qhkMU/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jamal &amp;amp; Latika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sdj2J_bMzkI/AAAAAAAACP8/F19MHQ30Bxs/s1600-h/show.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321273611243015746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sdj2J_bMzkI/AAAAAAAACP8/F19MHQ30Bxs/s400/show.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A scene from the movie on the show 'Who Wants to Be A Millionaire'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sdj2JgcBGGI/AAAAAAAACP0/RXhou4pvy98/s1600-h/latika.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321273602924943458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sdj2JgcBGGI/AAAAAAAACP0/RXhou4pvy98/s400/latika.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Latika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sdj2JfZWWHI/AAAAAAAACPs/ghTBcFZA7ok/s1600-h/lil+jamal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321273602645317746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sdj2JfZWWHI/AAAAAAAACPs/ghTBcFZA7ok/s400/lil+jamal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Young Jamal&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt; [this kid actor is still living in the slums in India, can you believe it?!!] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A really good movie! Watch it if you haven't. You'll not regret it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyways, bedtime for me. I had such a great weekend I'm sooo not looking forward to the work week, which starts tomorrow. Especially the dreaded traffic and the Monday blues. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Can somebody save me?? I really don't feel like going to work, especially after all the fun I had. Wish the weekend will stay forever. I know most of you feel the same way, too! Here's to a quick work week so that next weekend will come by very very soon!!&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/6347242670316289562-1969875469918698404?l=crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/1969875469918698404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347242670316289562&amp;postID=1969875469918698404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/1969875469918698404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/1969875469918698404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/2009/04/such-good-weekend.html' title='Such a Good Weekend!'/><author><name>T</name><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/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sdj2V3d-t7I/AAAAAAAACQc/2gPncUMtRlg/s72-c/IMG_7688.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347242670316289562.post-4990813616703435092</id><published>2009-04-06T01:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T02:08:22.399+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as it is...'/><title type='text'>Partay @ Zouk</title><content type='html'>After an afternoon of shopping, the best way to end a day is to party and dance the night away. And that, was exactly wad I did. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SdjvnPW6iLI/AAAAAAAACPk/_5kW8dvGBIU/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321266417154820274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SdjvnPW6iLI/AAAAAAAACPk/_5kW8dvGBIU/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The DJ rocked! She's this babe who really knows how to work the crowd. The songs she spun was awesome!! I literally danced the whole night. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SdjvmtzS4tI/AAAAAAAACPc/YZRGO_ixntM/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321266408147051218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SdjvmtzS4tI/AAAAAAAACPc/YZRGO_ixntM/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was Shirley's birthday. But she's still sober and standing at the end of the night. Hmmm... Usually the birthday boy/girl will be completely terbabas by the end of the night. Good, Shirley! You can hold your alcohol well!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wore a new top, which I bought sometime ago. Love it to bits. Can achieve different looks with it by styling it differently with accessories and matching it with different bottoms. Must really buy more versatile tops like this ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, we left slightly before 3am to avoid the traffic jam. Felt so tired I crashed the moment I got home &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[okay, not 'the' moment I got home. Of coz I needed to remove my makeup, etc first...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347242670316289562-4990813616703435092?l=crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/4990813616703435092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347242670316289562&amp;postID=4990813616703435092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/4990813616703435092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/4990813616703435092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/2009/04/partay-zouk.html' title='Partay @ Zouk'/><author><name>T</name><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/_eNajPdQHyCU/SdjvnPW6iLI/AAAAAAAACPk/_5kW8dvGBIU/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347242670316289562.post-4543056303655221510</id><published>2009-04-06T01:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T01:50:50.878+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as it is...'/><title type='text'>I LURVE Shopping!!</title><content type='html'>I had a brilliant idea to go shopping at this awesome place in a part of KL not a lot of people know of. My partner in crime for this utmost important mission ~ &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;YY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we drove past the shops, looking for a parking space, I felt a familiar sense of excitement that generated from my chest out to every part of my body, til my toes and fingers were tingling with excitement, and mild goosebumps appeared on my arms from the thrill. This is always how I feel whenever I go shopping, especially when I see all the lovely lovely clothes, shoes, bags, accessories, etc on the display windows. Oohhh... Such a great feeling ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we finally found a parking space, we began checking out each shop on the street. Haggled and bought and bought and bought lotsa clothes. Til we forgot to eat or drink and everything else. When I finally checked the time, it was already 3pm!!! Goodness! How fast time flies when you're having a good time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a break at a nearby mamak to eat. After that more shopping!! Even the rain didn't deter us. That's how serious we were to shop. Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SdjrkL73uxI/AAAAAAAACPU/1_gVaIVU1bo/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321261966649965330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 354px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SdjrkL73uxI/AAAAAAAACPU/1_gVaIVU1bo/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In the end, we hadta go, even though we didn't cover the entire area. It's getting late and YY hadta go home to get ready for dinner. I'll definitely go back there again to check out the rest of the shops. I'm in the mood to shop and there are a lot of items on my list still pending to be bought &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[&lt;em&gt;*ahem* cough* cough*&lt;/em&gt; my jumpsuit, YY!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here are my stash from my productive afternoon :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SdjrkHdYiWI/AAAAAAAACPM/xurc0oOFPBY/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321261965448350050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SdjrkHdYiWI/AAAAAAAACPM/xurc0oOFPBY/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hehehe... Can't wait to wear 'em all. Only prob now is... Where on earth am I gonna keep them??!! My cupboards are already bursting with clothes. Can't stuff all these in anymore. Don't wanna risk spoiling them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Must really get rid of my old clothes &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[which by the way, are so &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; old. All of them are in mint condition. Still brand new! Anyone wants to buy some clothes off me?? All in extremely good condition and I promise these clothes are all trendy pieces!!!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Must speak to bestie about our garage sale at the flea market when she gets back!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347242670316289562-4543056303655221510?l=crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/4543056303655221510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347242670316289562&amp;postID=4543056303655221510' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/4543056303655221510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/4543056303655221510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-lurve-shopping.html' title='I LURVE Shopping!!'/><author><name>T</name><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/_eNajPdQHyCU/SdjrkL73uxI/AAAAAAAACPU/1_gVaIVU1bo/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347242670316289562.post-7655608391600477175</id><published>2009-04-03T16:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T01:00:53.127+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as it is...'/><title type='text'>What I Really Reaaallly Wantt Right Now!!!</title><content type='html'>What I really really want and need right now is to go away on a looong nice &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;beach holiday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SdY-sol9Z2I/AAAAAAAACPE/VSulfCwp6Zc/s1600-h/tropical_beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320508946316617570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 316px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SdY-sol9Z2I/AAAAAAAACPE/VSulfCwp6Zc/s400/tropical_beach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I can so totally see myself soaking up the sun on a beach somewhere. Do completely nothing. Catch up on all my reading&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt; [books and mags are stacked up]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, listen to music, sip fruit juices and laze around, taking naps on a hammock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SdY-hCKxPpI/AAAAAAAACO8/feOkrzXUWjk/s1600-h/hammock-2-l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320508747023466130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SdY-hCKxPpI/AAAAAAAACO8/feOkrzXUWjk/s400/hammock-2-l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Peek at rays of&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; sunshine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; thru my giant white straw hat. Feel the &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sea breeze&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; through my tousled hair. Pile up on the sunblock. The smell of the ocean. The sound of waves lapping at the shore. All these will completely &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;destress&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; me. Rejuvenate me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Aaaahhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... Just thinking about it makes me feel like packing my bags and jetting away pronto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SdY-gu6PmvI/AAAAAAAACO0/V1AHQf1Ikc0/s1600-h/tropical_beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When, when, when will I get my getaway??? I'm seriously in need of a relaxation fix right now!! So exhausted and burnt out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;WHEN????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/6347242670316289562-7655608391600477175?l=crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/7655608391600477175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347242670316289562&amp;postID=7655608391600477175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/7655608391600477175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/7655608391600477175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-i-really-reaaallly-wantt-right-now.html' title='What I Really Reaaallly Wantt Right Now!!!'/><author><name>T</name><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/_eNajPdQHyCU/SdY-sol9Z2I/AAAAAAAACPE/VSulfCwp6Zc/s72-c/tropical_beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347242670316289562.post-4113799238575077230</id><published>2009-03-26T17:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T01:52:02.855+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as it is...'/><title type='text'>Disappointed...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Scs9bAIX3QI/AAAAAAAACOs/D7brTDxtZ04/s1600-h/sad.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317411319141883138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 332px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Scs9bAIX3QI/AAAAAAAACOs/D7brTDxtZ04/s400/sad.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm feeling really disappointed. And sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;WHY?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHY??????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;When will things turn out right? When will I get it? It's just so unfair!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What am I lacking? Am I lesser than others? When will I get my turn??? Been waiting for so long. Always, they get my hopes and expectations high, then let me &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;fall,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;fall,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;fall...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Putting me on an emotional roller-coaster ride. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh... Can't wait to get out from this rut!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347242670316289562-4113799238575077230?l=crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/4113799238575077230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347242670316289562&amp;postID=4113799238575077230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/4113799238575077230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/4113799238575077230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/2009/03/disappointed.html' title='Disappointed...'/><author><name>T</name><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/_eNajPdQHyCU/Scs9bAIX3QI/AAAAAAAACOs/D7brTDxtZ04/s72-c/sad.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347242670316289562.post-6686051558735764777</id><published>2009-03-26T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T01:46:07.392+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as it is...'/><title type='text'>On Makeup</title><content type='html'>I notice more and more girls are slapping layers and layers of makeup on their faces. Some have so much makeup on, the color of their faces are 3 shades lighter than the rest of their bodies. Don't they have mirrors at home? Don't they check on their makeup before heading out? Don't they know that less is more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some girls look downright scary with 3 inches of foundation and heavily lined eyes with obviously fake lashes. Totally nightmarish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Scs8zMoQZnI/AAAAAAAACOc/uCmfeZHsLVE/s1600-h/thick+makeup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317410635302069874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Scs8zMoQZnI/AAAAAAAACOc/uCmfeZHsLVE/s400/thick+makeup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haha... I've always had this thought of running my finger down the side of their faces to see whether I'd leave a line, exposing their real skin underneath :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, with so much makeup on all the time, how do their skin breath? Does anyone but themselves know how they actually look like without all the face paint?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Scs8y8XXqFI/AAAAAAAACOU/fypO_FtW2tQ/s1600-h/paint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317410630936275026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Scs8y8XXqFI/AAAAAAAACOU/fypO_FtW2tQ/s400/paint.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For the longest time, geishas are known to paint their faces white, draw their eyebrows with coal and draw their lips into the tiniest pucker in red. But they are geishas. And this was practised years ago. In modern times, with all the makeup tools available, one might thought girls are able to enhance their natural looks with ease, instead of hiding themselves underneath layers of paint. Are they that insecure about their natural looks? I notice some girls wear heavy makeup complete with falsies even for a mamak session or to the gym. Ridiculous, right? Especially to the gym. They'll sweat. And the makeup will kinda melt a bit. Which will be awful. I wonder if their friends would recognize them if one day they walk past without makeup. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some are too obssessed with their looks that, if they do not have makeup on, they'd hide behind &lt;strong&gt;HUGE&lt;/strong&gt; sunnies, even at night. Hahaha... Hilarious, right? I know why they do that. Coz, mostly, our eyes give us away. If we're feeling tired, hungover or sleepy, it's always our eyes that show with the bags, dark circles, redness, etc. For girls, eye makeup is the most important. Without concealer, powder, liner, mascara and falsies, their eyes will be bare. Some think that makes them look haggard and tired. Hence, the reason for wearing &lt;strong&gt;HUGE &lt;/strong&gt;sunnies, even at night&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt; [they don't care if they look like idiots. I mean, how to see at night with sunglasses on?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. To hide their bare eyes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think different occasions calls for different kinds of makeup. During the day, be light-handed. Dust a bit of powder to even out the skin tone. Put on a bit of nude or brown eyeshadow. Blush should be barely there. Wear lip balm or light colored gloss. At night, makeup should be a bit more dramatic, depending on what kind of look you want to go for. Red lipstick for sexiness. Dark smokey eyes for that mysterious aura. But choose either to play up the eyes or lips. Never both. Don't go for super fake falsies which extend up to your brows. Reserve that for when you're performing on stage. I like using just mascara. I only use falsies when I attend weddings and big events or parties. And I am very particular about my falsies. I use only the most natural looking ones that don't shout out &lt;strong&gt;'FAKE'&lt;/strong&gt; a mile away. Be subtle. It's best if people can't even tell I'm wearing falsies. And I'm not a fan of foundation. Too much of a hassle to remove. I use only powder. 1 layer of light powder. That's it. I hardly use lipstick. Don't like to keep touching it up. The only thing I play up are my eyes. I do my eye makeup depending on where I'm going. I keep a conscious effort not to overdo it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the best part of makeup is to enhance my features. Cover my flaws subtly. That's about it. I don't want to look like a completely different person with makeup on. I don't want a day to come where, I put on so much makeup all the time, I scare someone with my bare face. Hmmm... Wonder if this happens to those girls with heavy arse makeup. Scare their boyfriends in the morning or their friends if they happen to bump into them without makeup on. Hahahahahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347242670316289562-6686051558735764777?l=crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/6686051558735764777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347242670316289562&amp;postID=6686051558735764777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/6686051558735764777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/6686051558735764777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/2009/03/thick-makeup.html' title='On Makeup'/><author><name>T</name><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/_eNajPdQHyCU/Scs8zMoQZnI/AAAAAAAACOc/uCmfeZHsLVE/s72-c/thick+makeup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347242670316289562.post-3925054292718895103</id><published>2009-03-26T15:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T15:37:56.486+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as it is...'/><title type='text'>When Are YOU Getting Married?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Beware!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; When you reach your mid to late 20s and you’re in a steady relationship for more than a year, the most comment and often annoying question you tend to get from people is: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When Are You Getting Married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you sick of it? Well, I certainly am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I fulfill both criteria above: 1) As much as I hate to admit it, I AM in my late 20’s &lt;em&gt;*sob sob*&lt;/em&gt; &amp;amp; 2) I’m in a steady relationship for over 2 years now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t these kind of nosy, annoying people just back off and get a life and expose themselves to more intellectual things so that they’ll have more interesting questions to ask besides the no-brainer &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;‘When Are You Getting Married?’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I came across an article in Cleo addressing this issue and I found myself nodding and agreeing to what the writer had to say about people who constantly ask couples when they’re getting married. These people are giving unnecessary pressure to couples. The article even had tips to fend off the dreaded &lt;strong&gt;‘question’&lt;/strong&gt; once and for all… Haha… But I doubt that it’ll help in ending the annoying ‘question’ once and for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh… We’re all &lt;strong&gt;‘expected’&lt;/strong&gt; to do certain things when we reach certain stages of our lives. We’re expected to go to school and study hard when we were kids. We’re expected to get a job right after graduation. We’re expected to reach a certain position in our careers at a certain age. We’re expected to buy a house and a car at the certain age. And we’re expected to tie the knot when we reach a certain &lt;em&gt;‘marriageable’&lt;/em&gt; age. And it doesn’t end there! After we’re married, we’re expected to make babies. Whoa! All of a sudden, newly-weds has become re-production machines. If I have it my way, I’ll break away from the social norm and all the &lt;strong&gt;‘expected’&lt;/strong&gt; mentality. I’d like to just quit my job and travel, honestly. Apply for a working holiday visa and backpack in Europe. Of coz I can’t really do that, coz it’ll break both my parents hearts. This isn’t exactly the conventional &lt;strong&gt;‘expected’&lt;/strong&gt; behavior for a girl my age. My parents, unfortunately, are also prisoners trapped in the&lt;strong&gt; ‘expected’&lt;/strong&gt; societal norm and mentality. Must conform to what is expected. So now that I reach the &lt;em&gt;‘marriageable’&lt;/em&gt; age, tongues are wagging as to when I’ll walk down the aisle in a white dress and veil. My parents are subtly hinting. Relatives and friends are more blunt about it. Gawd! Can’t they just leave me alone??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/ScsuFAEI0nI/AAAAAAAACME/yPHZqvuQIHU/s1600-h/veil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317394448492581490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/ScsuFAEI0nI/AAAAAAAACME/yPHZqvuQIHU/s400/veil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Frankly speaking, it’s none of anyone’s freaking business when it comes to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;MY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; marriage. I mean, a marriage only involves 2 pepople so they get to decide when they want to get hitched and they’re not obliged to report their nuptial plans with anyone if they choose not to. Heck, they can choose to elope if both of them feel like doing so coz at the end of the day, they’re the ones spending the rest of their lives together, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; those kepochis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/ScsuE9xdTNI/AAAAAAAACL8/U52kt63ByHs/s1600-h/cake+topper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317394447877360850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/ScsuE9xdTNI/AAAAAAAACL8/U52kt63ByHs/s400/cake+topper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, I’ll decide to be someone’s missus as and when I feel I’m ready to take the plunge and I do not need to answer to every Tom, Dick and Harry who asks the no-brainer&lt;strong&gt; ‘question’&lt;/strong&gt; why or when or whatever. Also, I’m perfectly capable of organizing my own wedding, thank you very much. Should I decide to have a wedding, I have enough brains and resources to actually plan it properly and have it done perfectly. I am afterall, a perfectionist and extremely organized. Therefore, planning my own wedding is not a problem. Don’t need unwanted advise and voluntary help from self-appointed&lt;em&gt; ‘know-it-all’&lt;/em&gt; wedding planners. I mean, how many weddings have they planned? One? Which was their own? So, just coz they got married all of a sudden they’re experts? Then, all professional wedding planners will have to tutup kedai. If I need help, I’ll engage in the services of a professional. Not from some well-meaning but annoyingly nosy relative/ friend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/ScsuEi1ngZI/AAAAAAAACL0/RRVBg06DJn4/s1600-h/cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317394440647049618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/ScsuEi1ngZI/AAAAAAAACL0/RRVBg06DJn4/s400/cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! I’m&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; getting married anytime soon so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;STOP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; asking!! You’ll know when I do coz you’d get an invite, unless, haha… You piss me off so much with the constant badgering I blacklisted you. And &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I don’t need wedding planning services from anyone, so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;BUTT OUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!! Unless I ask for your help. &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/6347242670316289562-3925054292718895103?l=crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/3925054292718895103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347242670316289562&amp;postID=3925054292718895103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/3925054292718895103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/3925054292718895103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/2009/03/beware-when-you-reach-your-mid-to-late.html' title='When Are YOU Getting Married?'/><author><name>T</name><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/_eNajPdQHyCU/ScsuFAEI0nI/AAAAAAAACME/yPHZqvuQIHU/s72-c/veil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347242670316289562.post-3042928641987219101</id><published>2009-03-25T17:39:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T01:06:36.507+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as it is...'/><title type='text'>Fakes</title><content type='html'>I hate fakes. Be it fake people or fake items. I just hate fakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe in buying fake goods. Why tote around a fake LV bag and risk the ridicule and humiliation if you get busted? If you can't afford it, then you can't afford it. Just face it! Go get something within your budget. If you really like high-end stuff, then save up for it. Don't care how long it takes. If you have a want for expensive things, you'd then have a way to make yourself save up for it. Just wait a bit longer, surely you'd save enough to buy the original stuff of your dreams one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Scs6-HWZoII/AAAAAAAACN8/t35GLphOmo4/s1600-h/fake+LV.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317408623840305282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Scs6-HWZoII/AAAAAAAACN8/t35GLphOmo4/s400/fake+LV.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I also don't believe in being a fake person. I'm one of those people who can't hide or fake my emotions. If I'm angry at someone, that person will know. If I dislike someone, that person will know as well. I'm just not good at hiding my feelings. I can't bring myself to smile and be friendly with a person I hate. I'm not programmed that way. And I hate people who do that to me. If you don't like me or you're pissed off at me, tell me straight in the face. Let me know. Don't hide it and pretend to be all nice and friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people tend to do that. They bitch and moan about a certain person, but in front of that person, they're super friendly, acting like lifetime buddies. Go drinking, hang out, etc. Urrgghh!! These kinda behavior disgust me. I think it's like wearing a mask, not being true not only to the people around you, but also to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Scs69g3pdAI/AAAAAAAACN0/hMgddsfQLuM/s1600-h/mask.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317408613510771714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Scs69g3pdAI/AAAAAAAACN0/hMgddsfQLuM/s400/mask.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Unfortunately, a lot of people wear masks in their day to day lives. They might hate their boss, but kiss their bosses' arses whenever they're at work. They might dislike a demanding client, but still complement the person on their hair or outfit and bring them out for lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know a lot of fakes. I can tell by their expressions, where their smiles don't reach their eyes, when they have a certain withdrawn air about them, when their eyes dart here and there when they talk. I can almost always tell when a person is fake. It's just that I don't bust them. Let them carry out their acting. These people don't need to attend drama classes. They are naturals. I just try to stay away from these people and talk less to them. They don't deserve my company or my opinions or anything worthy from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worse kind are those who pretend to be nice to you in front of people but diss you when you're alone. There was this person, who would be super nice and friendly to me whenever we're with a bunch of people, but when we're alone, she'd act like she doesn't know me and was rude. Why would she do that? Who was she trying to impress or what kind of impression was she trying to create of herself in front of her friends? She can't hide her real character forever. Sooner or later, her true colors will surely show. I also know a lot of girls who pretend to be someone they're not, just to impress guys. They will act demure, ladylike and soft-spoken, when in actual fact, they swear worse than truck drivers and drink litres of alcohol and are rough. Some will play the role of damsel in distress, acting weak and in need of rescuing when they're actually fit, healthy and strong, and perfectly capable of doing anything that can rival any man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just don't get all these behavior. Why bother to be someone you're not? Why pretend to be nice to people you actually dislike? Just be true to yourself. Isn't that more liberating? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life's too short to be playing pretend most of the time. What if you lose your true self in the process of being fake? So not worth it. You are who you are. Just let your true self shine and people who knows how to appreciate you will stick around. Those who don't, well, who needs them anyway? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347242670316289562-3042928641987219101?l=crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/3042928641987219101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347242670316289562&amp;postID=3042928641987219101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/3042928641987219101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/3042928641987219101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/2009/03/fakes.html' title='Fakes'/><author><name>T</name><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/_eNajPdQHyCU/Scs6-HWZoII/AAAAAAAACN8/t35GLphOmo4/s72-c/fake+LV.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347242670316289562.post-8018168771491850299</id><published>2009-03-25T17:37:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T00:34:14.503+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as it is...'/><title type='text'>So Inconsiderate!!</title><content type='html'>I had a most undelightful time at the bank today. It was lunchtime and I went to deposit in my cheque at the machine. There was a long line of people. I waited patiently for about 10 minutes. Then, it's the turn of the girl in front of me. The inconsiderate &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;b***h&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; decided to hog the machine and deposit like, I think, close to 10 cheques. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!  She clearly knew it's high traffic time in the bank and there's a long long line of people waiting behind her. But she just didn't care! Took her own sweet time banking in cheque after cheque. I was bloody &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pissed off&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Scs89CuHayI/AAAAAAAACOk/Bz9uloxTcPg/s1600-h/angry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317410804440984354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Scs89CuHayI/AAAAAAAACOk/Bz9uloxTcPg/s400/angry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At one point, she had the decency to turn to me and asked &lt;em&gt;"How many cheques do you have?"&lt;/em&gt; I stared at her and said &lt;em&gt;"One." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then turned back to the machine and continued with her mission of infuriating the long line of people behind her by depositing more cheques. I was like&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"WTH!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Might as well don't ask me anything, right? I thought, ok, maybe, she has a bit of moral and brains in her to let poor lil me deposit my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt; cheque before she continued. But no, she just went on depositing her stack of cheques for what seemed like eternity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate people like her. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;REALLY HATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!! Inconsiderate&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;b***h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! I always practise using any public machines esp ATM machines, cash or cheque deposit machines for only 1 transaction at 1 time. And, I make my transactions as fast as possible so that I don't make people wait. If I have more than 1 transaction to make, I'd go behind the line and queue up again for my 2nd transaction &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[unless the bank is empty la! If I'm the only person there, I can hog the machine all I want]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. So, I really don't know what's going on in the minds of people who can easily hog the machines for 10-15 minutes, not giving a damn about making other people wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, back to my story. After waiting for 10 minutes for the stupid&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; b***h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, my patience has completely depleted. I was extremely close to strangling her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Scs6fqieuZI/AAAAAAAACNE/K3RICMJR2Do/s1600-h/strangle.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317408100710267282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Scs6fqieuZI/AAAAAAAACNE/K3RICMJR2Do/s400/strangle.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But of coz, the rational part of me told me it's not worth it getting into trouble attacking a brainless, inconsiderate twit like that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;b***h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. So, I inhaled deeply and decided to call my colleague to tell her to go ahead for lunch first &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;[she's waiting for me]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I decided if, after my call, the&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; b***h &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;was still there, I'd tap on her shoulder and ask whether I'm ever gonna get my turn to deposit&lt;strong&gt; MY&lt;/strong&gt; cheque in this lifetime. Coz at the rate she's going, I don't know if she'd ever leave the machine. Luckily for her, she was done during my phone call. She casted her eyes down, lowered her head and walked quickly out from the bank the moment she got her final receipt from the machine. Hmmm... Maybe she did know she's pissing a lot of people off. That's probably why she didn't dare to hold her head high when she left. Stupid &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;b***h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347242670316289562-8018168771491850299?l=crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/8018168771491850299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347242670316289562&amp;postID=8018168771491850299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/8018168771491850299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/8018168771491850299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-inconsiderate.html' title='So Inconsiderate!!'/><author><name>T</name><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/_eNajPdQHyCU/Scs89CuHayI/AAAAAAAACOk/Bz9uloxTcPg/s72-c/angry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347242670316289562.post-2400753797828013883</id><published>2009-03-25T17:37:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T00:09:03.967+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as it is...'/><title type='text'>Negativity, anyone??</title><content type='html'>I'm sure in your life, somehow or other, you'd encounter a negative person. This is a person who has nothing positive or good to say and some of the extremely negative ones can even turn a positive event or seemingly innocent situation or person into a hateful, spiteful one. These are the people with invisible rain clouds above their heads, which follow them wherever they go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Scs60ozPPBI/AAAAAAAACNs/Jlz39eucSOA/s1600-h/raining+cloud.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317408461020937234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 350px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Scs60ozPPBI/AAAAAAAACNs/Jlz39eucSOA/s400/raining+cloud.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've met a few of this kinda people. Whenever you sit down for a conversation with them, they won't settle for something nice or warm or meaningful. They have the talent of digging up something bad to say, even if it's uncalled for. I remember this girl I used to know. Whenever she ran out of things to say, she'd bitch about people e.g. &lt;em&gt;"Oh, do you remember this girl Vivien in our first sem English Comm class? Remember she wore a ugly white singlet and shorts to class and freaked out, screamed and ran out of class during presentation?"&lt;/em&gt; or "&lt;em&gt;Hey, remember the time where you lost a bet but you were such a bad sport, you got angry and huffed and walked away?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, these kinda people. They think talking about people's embarrassing situations and constantly reminding people of their blunders make them interesting and funny. Coz they make other people laugh. But I don't think these kinda behavior is healthy and nice at all. So, now you know why I used to know that girl I mentioned above and not anymore. I simply do not want a person like that in my life. I don't need the negativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what makes negative people negative? What makes them have nothing good to say? It is bad childhood a need to win approval from everyone they know or simply they're just born without any positive bone in them? Rather than having nothing or boring things to say, they choose to make fun or talk bad about people to make their friends laugh and make themselves seem interesting and feel accepted and popular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Scs60QDad9I/AAAAAAAACNk/LPwa4ICpfiI/s1600-h/negative.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317408454377895890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Scs60QDad9I/AAAAAAAACNk/LPwa4ICpfiI/s400/negative.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another type of negative behavior is putting down other people. Commenting that a colleague is fat or a passer-by's dress looks horrid is the commont trait of these kinda negative people. Why do they do that, I wonder? Is it they're insecure about themselves and constantly putting down other people makes them feel better, more superior smarter and more beautiful? I really don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the worse category of negative behavior is constant gossiping. Meet up with friends for coffee then start a major goss session. Talking about people behind their backs. Spicing up stories and creating rumours in the process to make the entire gossip session seem more productive and interesting. I honestly think gossips who love talking about other people's lives have no lives of their own. Their lives are so boring they have nothing interesting about it to share with their friends, hence, they talk about other people's lives. What makes these gossip mongers' day is a juicy scoop of inside story or secret about other people. Believe it or not, there are negative people like these living amongst us. Scary, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Scs6sm_GXdI/AAAAAAAACNc/G2cLU_HRwKw/s1600-h/the+gossips.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317408323094863314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 332px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 360px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Scs6sm_GXdI/AAAAAAAACNc/G2cLU_HRwKw/s400/the+gossips.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My way of dealing with negative people is simple. Just stay away from them. Kick them outta my life. I don't need a friend who has a habit of making a joke out of my expense, sharing humiliating stories of me with other people just so they look good, or constantly tell me I'm too fat or my fashion sense is awful or sharing my secrets with the whole world and talking about me behind my back. This is my way. Cut them off my life. What about you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347242670316289562-2400753797828013883?l=crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/2400753797828013883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347242670316289562&amp;postID=2400753797828013883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/2400753797828013883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/2400753797828013883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/2009/03/negativity-anyone.html' title='Negativity, anyone??'/><author><name>T</name><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/_eNajPdQHyCU/Scs60ozPPBI/AAAAAAAACNs/Jlz39eucSOA/s72-c/raining+cloud.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347242670316289562.post-3944956023447987275</id><published>2009-03-22T00:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T00:17:40.375+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as it is...'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>It really sucks when you receive bad news. It sucks more when you know one of your loved ones is going through a hard time, a difficult time but there's nothing you can do to help or ease the problem. Wish you're not so far away and we can hold your hand and hug you, talk to you and comfort you during times of worry. Just by being there when you get home, I think, will make so much difference to you and make you feel more positive. I know its hard to be all alone to face such a thing. Sometimes I wish it's me who's getting all these instead of you. Maybe I'll feel better. I wish I can wave a magic wand and everything will be fine and dandy. Let's hope and pray hard that, even without a magic wand, things will pick up and will be better very very soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Much love and hugz*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347242670316289562-3944956023447987275?l=crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/3944956023447987275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347242670316289562&amp;postID=3944956023447987275' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/3944956023447987275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/3944956023447987275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>T</name><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-6347242670316289562.post-760916300083842413</id><published>2009-03-17T21:31:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T22:03:49.418+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as it is...'/><title type='text'>Day Out with Mum and Sisters then the Flu, Sorethroat, Cough &amp; Headache came to visit Me</title><content type='html'>My sisters and I planned to go bowling since the begining of last week. So, last Sunday, we went to 1U to bowl. Mum came along to shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had an early dinner at The Garden. Super love the ambience of the entire place. Full of pretty lil plants, flowers and cute pots, etc. Quite an array of food on the menu. Fusion. Price is reasonable. Will definitely go back there again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sb-mwzcn67I/AAAAAAAACLs/jeSmp6in0Jw/s1600-h/the+garden+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314149442694671282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sb-mwzcn67I/AAAAAAAACLs/jeSmp6in0Jw/s400/the+garden+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We cam-whored while waiting for our food to arrive. And snapped more pics when our food arrived. Food was ok. Not super-yummy but not too bad either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sb-mizRDC4I/AAAAAAAACLk/-xot3WiP0-M/s1600-h/the+garden+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314149202127948674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sb-mizRDC4I/AAAAAAAACLk/-xot3WiP0-M/s400/the+garden+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After dinner, Mum went shopping while the 3 of us headed to the bowling alley. Gawd, the shoes &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stink&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! I forgot to bring a plastic bag to put my socks in later. So awful!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's more awful was the fact that there were a huge bunch of kids next to us and they were, like, professional kid bowlers. All of them wore same t-shirts and had their own bowling balls and they bowled in style. With the correct pose and everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we... Sucked!! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; time!!! Our bowling balls rolled into the longkang most of the time and we didn't know how to bowl with the right pose. So yea, it was quite obvious we're new at this sport :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a couple of lucky strikes along the way and then, before we knew it, it was the end of our game. Hmmm... Maybe next time we should practise playing in the weekdays where there's lesser people at the alley instead of on a Sunday where it was crowded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sb-mZ1LnSDI/AAAAAAAACLc/Mt0-GShYOKo/s1600-h/bowling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314149048023205938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sb-mZ1LnSDI/AAAAAAAACLc/Mt0-GShYOKo/s400/bowling.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After that, went home and I felt sick. Dunno why. All of a sudden all the viruses decided to attack me :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347242670316289562-760916300083842413?l=crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/760916300083842413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347242670316289562&amp;postID=760916300083842413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/760916300083842413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/760916300083842413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-out-with-mum-and-sisters-then-flu.html' title='Day Out with Mum and Sisters then the Flu, Sorethroat, Cough &amp; Headache came to visit Me'/><author><name>T</name><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/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sb-mwzcn67I/AAAAAAAACLs/jeSmp6in0Jw/s72-c/the+garden+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347242670316289562.post-2764765878982508464</id><published>2009-03-17T21:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T22:03:10.110+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as it is...'/><title type='text'>Party Party Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sb-l4yQFQOI/AAAAAAAACLM/UaRON4CZu6c/s1600-h/velvet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314148480300957922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 328px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sb-l4yQFQOI/AAAAAAAACLM/UaRON4CZu6c/s400/velvet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Went to Phuture &amp;amp; Velvet last Saturday with YY. Had lotsa fun &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[will be even more fun without all the unwanted disturbances!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. We drank and danced the whole night. Hung out with Jessie for a bit then with Cindy. Yeay!! Fun, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347242670316289562-2764765878982508464?l=crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/2764765878982508464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347242670316289562&amp;postID=2764765878982508464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/2764765878982508464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/2764765878982508464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/2009/03/party-party-party.html' title='Party Party Party'/><author><name>T</name><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/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sb-l4yQFQOI/AAAAAAAACLM/UaRON4CZu6c/s72-c/velvet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347242670316289562.post-1781268188875890916</id><published>2009-03-13T14:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T16:21:34.051+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events/ Celebrations/ Special Occasions'/><title type='text'>My lil nephew's 1 month old!</title><content type='html'>My lil nephew, Ver Ronn &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[yup, he finally got his name after a long careful name selection process]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; turned 1 month old on 1st of March 2009. The whole family decided to go for dinner to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pouring cats and dogs when my cousin Jackie came to pick us up. The restaurant is somewhere near Jeremy's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[the baby's Dad]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; house in Desa Petaling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate in a private room. Food was ok. Jeremy brought a couple bottles of red wine. The star of the night, Ver Ronn was blissfully unaware of all the buzz and fuss around him. He slept peacefully throughout the evening, even though he was passed from one person to another who all wanted to carry him and take pics with him. He got a hair cut and some baby rashes&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt; [coz the milk he has was too heaty???]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Hmmm... I prefer his original hair and felt so sakit hati over all the red spots on his little body and face. Think should give him more water to cool him down so that the rashes will all go away. Nevertheless, he's still cute as ever!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sbn_21mcQQI/AAAAAAAACLE/_1nthDq7Huc/s1600-h/ver+ronn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312558553026543874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sbn_21mcQQI/AAAAAAAACLE/_1nthDq7Huc/s400/ver+ronn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After eating, we discovered there's a karaoke set in the room. So, within minutes, a karaoke session was in full swing. The songs available were more to my parents' era but what the heck! My sisters and cousins all sang our lungs out. Mom and Dad sang together a couple of times. There was one song, which Mom likes to sing to us when we were little: &lt;em&gt;Tell Laura I Love Her&lt;/em&gt;. She and Dad decided to sing this song together, with hilarious results. Hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Needless to say, all of us had a good time :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347242670316289562-1781268188875890916?l=crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/1781268188875890916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347242670316289562&amp;postID=1781268188875890916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/1781268188875890916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/1781268188875890916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-lil-nephews-1-month-old.html' title='My lil nephew&apos;s 1 month old!'/><author><name>T</name><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/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sbn_21mcQQI/AAAAAAAACLE/_1nthDq7Huc/s72-c/ver+ronn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347242670316289562.post-866143073160275915</id><published>2009-03-10T19:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T20:07:50.381+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as it is...'/><title type='text'>Oh, I'm Just Sooo BUSY!!!</title><content type='html'>While talking to Yaacob the other day, we touched on the topic of how some people like to give the impression that they are extremely busy, probably to show just how important they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, unfortunately, there are a lot of disillusioned souls out there who mistake being busy as being important. I remember reading an article about these kinda people in Cleo &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[forgot which issue it was]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, hmmm.... Why do people do that? Why do they send out this message that they are busy to their friends, family, business associates just so that they might feel and appear important. Really? Being super busy equals to importance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't think so. I think sometimes it can't be help if you have a lot to do and you're busy. But not all the time right? If you're busy all the time then something must be wrong with your efficiency and time management. If you're always rushing off here and there to meet someone or to get something done, then won't you think you're giving an impression you're very disorganized and can't run your life in a proper and timely manner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I personally think people who equate being busy as being important are just a bunch of insecured people. They worry about how other people think of them too much, and feel the need to always impose an air of busy-ness so that they appear to be wanted and important. Why feel the need to impress other people so much? Why care so much about what other people think of you, important and wanted or not? I think it's just pitiful to seek approval this way from your friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, on the other hand, would love to have all the time in the world to spend with the ones I love, and to have quality time spent with friends, etc and not be always rushing off here and there with the pretense of being busy&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt; [= important]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Coz soon, if I keep behaving this way, I think people will get fedup of me and want to see me less. Then, the whole fake busy-ness backfires, doesn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347242670316289562-866143073160275915?l=crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/866143073160275915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347242670316289562&amp;postID=866143073160275915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/866143073160275915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/866143073160275915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-im-just-sooo-busy.html' title='Oh, I&apos;m Just Sooo BUSY!!!'/><author><name>T</name><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-6347242670316289562.post-3602695266462810362</id><published>2009-03-10T19:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T19:55:46.696+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as it is...'/><title type='text'>At the Post Office...</title><content type='html'>I realized there are a lot of ignorant people in the world. I was at the post office just now and the concentration of ignorant people there were sky high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I observed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;There are people who didn't bother to look at the number dispenser machine to ensure they get the right number for the right counter. Coz, different counters are assigned to process different things i.e. bills payment, driver's license renewal, rebate on car petrol, mailing, etc. If everyone who walks into the post office would bother to find out which correct button to press at the dispenser machine, they won't have to waste time waiting and waiting only to find out at the counter that they got the wrong number and have to get another number for the correct counter and wait all over again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There are people who don't bother to find out the procedure of the things they want to get done. E.g. if you want to get the cash rebate for petrol, first, get the form, fill it in then when it's your turn, go to the counter, quickly fish out your I.C and voila, the entire process will be done within minutes. Instead, there are people who just decided to walk in, take a number, sit and wait for half an hour, then when it's their turn at the counter, only ask what they need to do to get their cash rebate, only then, fill in the form, then behave blurly and have to be told to produce their I.C, etc. If they are a bit brighter and pro-active, they would have saved themselves and other people's time by filling in the form prior to even getting a number. Hmmmph!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There are people who are just not observant. They've been waiting for their turn for like close to an hour, but just don't feel the need to observe what's to be done at the counter so that they know what to do when it's their turn. Instead, they daydream, and when their number's called, snap outta their reverie and looked around stupidly then slowly rise and walk towards the counter and then stood there doing nothing, and wait for the person behind the counter to brief them on what to do, what docs to show, etc. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And of coz, there are those inconsiderate people, who got the wrong waiting number for the wrong counter, then decided they do not want to wait all over again and decided to just walk up to any counter, explain their 'kesian' situation in hopes to be able to cut queue.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Need I say more about typical Malaysian behaviour? Only 1 hour and 20 minutes spent in the post office and I'm already brimming full of 'Malaysian ignorance &amp;amp; inconsideration'.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347242670316289562-3602695266462810362?l=crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/3602695266462810362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347242670316289562&amp;postID=3602695266462810362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/3602695266462810362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/3602695266462810362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/2009/03/at-post-office.html' title='At the Post Office...'/><author><name>T</name><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-6347242670316289562.post-1654523412194255323</id><published>2009-03-08T02:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T03:06:03.797+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I HATE/ CANNOT STAND/ WANNA KILL... [WARNING-Total b****ing session ahead. Proceed with caution]'/><title type='text'>Grrrr...</title><content type='html'>My car got banged last couple of days when I was on my way to work. The lorry in front of my stopped suddenly to make a right turn&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt; [the driver obviously was not introduced to the function of signal lights when he went for his driver's test!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I stepped on the brakes, and a few seconds later, I heard loud tire-screeching noise, then a '&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BANG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I was wary and didn't dare to get outta my car as there are too many cases of carjacking and robberies where the robbers would purposely crash into victims' cars, then as the victims got out of their cars, they would be robbed, pushed back into their cars to be driven to the nearest ATM machine to be relieved of more money then dumped at the side of the road as the robbers drove off with their cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was alone and I certainly didn't want anything horrible like that to happen. I looked around and accessed the situation. It was daytime, cars were all around me as it was really jammed and the driver who banged into my car was alone and didn't look like he had ulterior motives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got down from my car to look at how bad the condition was. The driver of the other car got down as well. The first thing he said to me was, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;"Why did you stop?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stared at the short man. Was he blind not to see the huge&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A$$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; lorry in front of me? Well, he must be considering he still banged into my car even though it was not moving. I felt my temper rising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Didn't you see the lorry in front of me stop? So what do you suppose I do? Still drive on and ram into it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I retorted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;"I didn't see,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; he replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then suggested we move our cars to the side of the road as not to cause further mayhem to the already bad traffic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, short man inspected the damage he'd done then turned to me and said, &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It's just a little scratch. RM50 will do."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes nearly popped out. I was livid! &lt;strong&gt;RM50??&lt;/strong&gt; What did he think I was? Some retard who didn't know the estimated cost for my car's damage??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"RM50?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I snapped. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"If I banged into &lt;strong&gt;YOUR&lt;/strong&gt; car and caused&lt;strong&gt; THIS&lt;/strong&gt; and told you I'd pay you RM50, will you accept it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was silent and looked away uncomfortably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I don't want to talk to you. I'll get my Dad to come here and you talk to &lt;strong&gt;HIM&lt;/strong&gt;!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I told him, coz obviously he thought he could get away with all these coz he's dealing with a 'helpless' girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I called Dad and he drove over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When short man saw Dad, he quickly told him it's just a little scratch. Dad checked the trunk, the back passenger doors and the damage. Then he asked for RM100. Short man told him a damage like this will cost about RM80.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... What happened to the RM50 he initially offered?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kept insisting he didn't really bang into my car and it's just a little scratch. I told Dad quietly it's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; a little scratch and he&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; DID&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; bang into my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some nego, I think Dad didn't want to waste his time with short man and agreed to just take RM80.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short man paid up and went off. Dad drove off as well. And I drove to work, seething. &lt;strong&gt;How dare he bang into my car then behaved like that?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I drove, I was mentally cursing all stupid drivers on the road and was further enraged by more stupidity i.e. people who couldn't decide which lane they wanted to be on so they decided to drive in the centre, cars that drive way too slow in the fast lane, etc. My anger mounted to murderous thoughts when a motorcyclist &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[on a suicide mission, I think] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;decided to make an illegal u-turn at a junction where cars were heading towards him at top speed. He did not only endanger himself but the cars who had to avoid him. I was thinking of just running down this idiot like an &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ant&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Coz he obviously has a brain like one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of coz, I didn't do that! Just a fleeting thought. That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, my day wasn't that great coz of this incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough of the ranting. Let's talk about something happy now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little nephew, who by the way, has a name now: Ver Ronn, turned 1 month last Sunday. We had a dinner to celebrate. Will blog more about it and post up pics&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt; [after I get it from my sister]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; soon. There was some karaoke action during the dinner and I have a short video on Mom and Dad singing&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt; [hilarious!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, so it's quite an eventful evening. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okays, gotta go get my beauty sleep now. Ta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347242670316289562-1654523412194255323?l=crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/1654523412194255323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347242670316289562&amp;postID=1654523412194255323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/1654523412194255323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/1654523412194255323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/2009/03/grrrr.html' title='Grrrr...'/><author><name>T</name><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-6347242670316289562.post-4550160990895785152</id><published>2009-02-25T22:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T22:45:32.588+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as it is...'/><title type='text'>Is it really greener on the other side??</title><content type='html'>Lately, I've been feeling rather listless and depressed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it difficult to drag myself outta bed each morning and everything I do day in day out don't really make me feel excited and energetic anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm craving for a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm a lil burnt-out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to quit my job, take a sabbatical and go back-backing but that's almost impossible. Just a wishful yearning. Can't afford to make it a reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I really &lt;strong&gt;NEED &lt;/strong&gt;a change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is it just a case of 'the grass is always &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;greener&lt;/span&gt; on the other side of the fence'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. Whatever it is, I hope I can rediscover my zest for life. I do want to live a full life. But somehow I feel I'm just wasting my time away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me why. I would like to know as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347242670316289562-4550160990895785152?l=crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/4550160990895785152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347242670316289562&amp;postID=4550160990895785152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/4550160990895785152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/4550160990895785152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/2009/02/is-it-really-greener-on-other-side.html' title='Is it really greener on the other side??'/><author><name>T</name><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-6347242670316289562.post-7847748445177068094</id><published>2009-02-25T22:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T22:40:37.156+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as it is...'/><title type='text'>My new toy :D</title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gents,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting... &lt;em&gt;[*drum rolls*]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new toy... My new precious... My new phone... My new gadget...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ta daaa!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SaVWgYmBeNI/AAAAAAAACK8/g1C3NYP6cgI/s1600-h/HTC+touch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306742850283731154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SaVWgYmBeNI/AAAAAAAACK8/g1C3NYP6cgI/s400/HTC+touch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am now able to communicate with the whole world &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[read: friends, family and the &lt;em&gt;'world wide web'&lt;/em&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; from my palm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heheehehheheehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time I got a new phone coz my old one was dying. After much indecision and contemplation, I finally decided to buy a &lt;a href="http://www.htc.com/www/product/touch3g/overview.html"&gt;HTC Touch 3G&lt;/a&gt; after discovering it's existence at a Maxis centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did some research and decided, yes! This will be&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; 'the' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;phone!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fingers crossed that it'll serve me well as how my retired phone did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I encountered some hiccups&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; [ok, a LOT of probs!!!]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;when I first got this phone but after several&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt; [ok, MANY ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; trips back to the phone shop, I finally got everything sorted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally started to use this phone last Saturday and placed my &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'antique'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; phone into it's final resting place&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt; [in the box my new phone came in]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. May it rest in peace. It was a good phone. Very durable. Now, I hope my new one will perform just as well or exceed my expectations ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347242670316289562-7847748445177068094?l=crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/7847748445177068094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347242670316289562&amp;postID=7847748445177068094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/7847748445177068094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/7847748445177068094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-new-toy-d.html' title='My new toy :D'/><author><name>T</name><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/_eNajPdQHyCU/SaVWgYmBeNI/AAAAAAAACK8/g1C3NYP6cgI/s72-c/HTC+touch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347242670316289562.post-5243556337443136773</id><published>2009-02-25T22:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T22:29:17.424+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events/ Celebrations/ Special Occasions'/><title type='text'>Our V-Day - A Week Later</title><content type='html'>I told Yaacob directly I want perfume as a present for Valentine's. Tommy Girl specifically. Coz it's my fav scent. It's the first perfume I've ever bought and I &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*heart*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave him a couple of t-shirts and 2 types of cute lil cookies presented in a nicely wrapped gift box. He bought me my perfume that came in a gift package, with a free pouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We exchanged gifts on Valentine's Day, went out to KLCC to sort out our new phones and walked around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we hung out at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SaVSQDLud-I/AAAAAAAACK0/49RCD1gbHxw/s1600-h/tommy+girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306738171611871202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SaVSQDLud-I/AAAAAAAACK0/49RCD1gbHxw/s400/tommy+girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We celebrated our 3rd Valentine's a week later than the actual date. Coz we didn't want to be victims of greedy restaurants, florists, retail shops who take the opportunity to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'chop' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;people's wallets on the day of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;'luurrve'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I hate that Valentine's Day has become more and more commercialized!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, last Saturday, we had dinner at this lovely restaurant called &lt;a href="http://www.wernerskl.com/"&gt;'Werner's on Changkat'&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SaVQaCrp4HI/AAAAAAAACKs/fdxBTI8vxxc/s1600-h/werners.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306736144252788850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SaVQaCrp4HI/AAAAAAAACKs/fdxBTI8vxxc/s400/werners.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's a refurbished 2 storey shop. Very nicely done up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SaVQZwkmFyI/AAAAAAAACKk/qv6Nd1isAVM/s1600-h/werners+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306736139391342370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SaVQZwkmFyI/AAAAAAAACKk/qv6Nd1isAVM/s400/werners+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Food was great. I had pasta and a glass of apple martini and half a choc dessert. Yaacob had soup, steak and one and a half dessert :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SaVQZzhW8FI/AAAAAAAACKc/zAPSej6gqmI/s1600-h/werners+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306736140183072850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SaVQZzhW8FI/AAAAAAAACKc/zAPSej6gqmI/s400/werners+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I told Yaacob no flowers! Don't buy me flowers during Valentine's. It'll cost a bomb and totally not worth it coz the flowers will wither and die. I can't keep it forever. Don't get me wrong, I'm like any other girl, I love flowers, but I just don't think I want my poor boyfriend to fork out a fortune just to make me happy on this day. Well, he can get me flowers any other day when florists are not out there to cut throat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all, I'm happy. I think the most important thing is for Yaacob and I to spend quality time together. Then, we won't need Valentine's Day which only comes once a year to feel all lovey dovey. Everyday can be Valentine's Day if we really appreciate each other's company ;)&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/6347242670316289562-5243556337443136773?l=crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/5243556337443136773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347242670316289562&amp;postID=5243556337443136773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/5243556337443136773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/5243556337443136773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/2009/02/our-v-day-week-later.html' title='Our V-Day - A Week Later'/><author><name>T</name><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/_eNajPdQHyCU/SaVSQDLud-I/AAAAAAAACK0/49RCD1gbHxw/s72-c/tommy+girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347242670316289562.post-8576649940470812840</id><published>2009-02-19T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T01:39:26.784+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events/ Celebrations/ Special Occasions'/><title type='text'>DavidMan's New House' Open House</title><content type='html'>It was the 2nd last day of CNY and we made the most of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, we went to Alice's house for a while to chit-chat &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[and get ang pau :P]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we drove to David Man's house. Alan Tsing forgot to bring the map and we depended on MONG's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[previously known as Elaine but since she left us to join Maxis, she's known as MONG]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; constant calls&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt; [to hurry us and check on where we were coz she's rushing off somewhere for dinner at 7pm]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miraculously, we didn't get lost at all. Got straight to David's house without any hiccups and drama, which was rare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David's new house is really nice renovated and furnished. Very cosy and has a very art gallery feel coz of all the art pieces scattered all over the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were hungry. The first thing we did was eat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SZ2Tw9Rt8AI/AAAAAAAACKM/5ZOqfhU30IY/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304558405404192770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SZ2Tw9Rt8AI/AAAAAAAACKM/5ZOqfhU30IY/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After filling our tummies, we started to explore the back of the house and snap pics. Everything was so nice!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SZ2TwnKcK7I/AAAAAAAACKE/NkhtzMzNCRU/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304558399468088242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 341px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SZ2TwnKcK7I/AAAAAAAACKE/NkhtzMzNCRU/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then, David gave us a tour of his house. Firstly, the kitchen where we hung out and ate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SZ2TwjpCNaI/AAAAAAAACJ8/aiWCKMOUdB4/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304558398522668450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SZ2TwjpCNaI/AAAAAAAACJ8/aiWCKMOUdB4/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then, the living hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SZ2TwtL-kdI/AAAAAAAACJ0/Vj4Z3wz1GVU/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304558401085149650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SZ2TwtL-kdI/AAAAAAAACJ0/Vj4Z3wz1GVU/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then, upstairs. We discovered his wedding pic by his bedside. It's hilarious. It's in black and white and both David and Angie were standing straight, looking very formal. Haha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His kids' rooms are nice. His son aka Spiderman&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt; [coz he loves Spiderman]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; has his room decorated with everything Spiderman. Even his shower gel is Spiderman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SZ2I7tOqVvI/AAAAAAAACJk/id59w88sMOs/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304546495447062258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 390px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SZ2I7tOqVvI/AAAAAAAACJk/id59w88sMOs/s400/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the tour, we went downstairs to chill and watch TV. His whole house really felt like an art gallery coz everywhere I turn, there's an art piece either hanging on the wall or propped against the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SZ2FEZ2jfSI/AAAAAAAACJc/eNfn6P1Etyg/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304542246817987874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SZ2FEZ2jfSI/AAAAAAAACJc/eNfn6P1Etyg/s400/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We then ventured to his house compound to check out his plants and pokok bunga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SZ2FEe3FWqI/AAAAAAAACJU/Lp9i9kLe0XM/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304542248162384546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SZ2FEe3FWqI/AAAAAAAACJU/Lp9i9kLe0XM/s400/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Matthias and David decided to take a walk up the road like 2 uncles while I decided to snap some pics with Spiderman. He's like a photocopy of his Dad, only tinier. Really, they're so alike it's super funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiderman was not very cooperative. He ran away after 1 shot and after much coaxing and persuading from me and his mom, he reluctantly came back and stood still beside me. As you can see from the pics below, the kid didn't look too happy. I looked like a child kidnapper next to him... Kekekeke...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His sister, Catwoman &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[we couldn't find any other name for her ending with '-man]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was more cooperative. She smiled and let us take pics with her :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SZ2FENHgnOI/AAAAAAAACJM/59bbD7NW0-M/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304542243399441634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 361px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SZ2FENHgnOI/AAAAAAAACJM/59bbD7NW0-M/s400/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went back into the house and discovered a storeroom full of toys and props!! I found a Batman toy and a huge M&amp;amp;M soft toy!! Wow!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SZ2FEEoo9rI/AAAAAAAACJE/IBa7DMOZrJ8/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304542241122481842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 341px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SZ2FEEoo9rI/AAAAAAAACJE/IBa7DMOZrJ8/s400/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Needless to say, we went crazy snapping pics. Hahaaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SZ2FEOjgSjI/AAAAAAAACI8/D0uDuBudRUo/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304542243785296434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 343px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SZ2FEOjgSjI/AAAAAAAACI8/D0uDuBudRUo/s400/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After that, David took us to a nearby mamak for supper. I suspect he's hungry coz he didn't have much of the sushi to eat just now coz we sapu-ed both plates of food within half an hour without leaving any for him and he's too polite to take the food since he's the host and we're the guests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;hot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; day. Even sitting in the open air at the mamak, I can feel the heat. So stuffy and humid!! Urrgghh!! Hate Malaysian weather!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home after that and crashed... zzZZZ&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/6347242670316289562-8576649940470812840?l=crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/8576649940470812840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347242670316289562&amp;postID=8576649940470812840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/8576649940470812840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/8576649940470812840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/2009/02/davidmans-new-house-open-house.html' title='DavidMan&apos;s New House&apos; Open House'/><author><name>T</name><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/_eNajPdQHyCU/SZ2Tw9Rt8AI/AAAAAAAACKM/5ZOqfhU30IY/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347242670316289562.post-509882820513005253</id><published>2009-02-11T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T20:51:28.865+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events/ Celebrations/ Special Occasions'/><title type='text'>Bye Alison! Have a Blast in the UK!!</title><content type='html'>It was Alison's birthday at the begining of the week and she was leaving for the UK the following week, so, all of us went to Phuture for her &lt;em&gt;'belated birthday cum farewell'&lt;/em&gt; party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phuture was super packed. It took me forever to get upstairs and once up there, I didn't wanna think of how to get back down. So, I stayed up there for most of the night, til when it came close to 2.30am, only I ventured back down to look for Alison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found her in Velvet's main room. Spoke to her for a while then wished her luck and all the best before heading off home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY80l47uQ9I/AAAAAAAACI0/x7GqTN7NMCs/s1600-h/phuture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300513111981048786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 328px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY80l47uQ9I/AAAAAAAACI0/x7GqTN7NMCs/s400/phuture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347242670316289562-509882820513005253?l=crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/509882820513005253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347242670316289562&amp;postID=509882820513005253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/509882820513005253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/509882820513005253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/2009/02/bye-alison-have-blast-in-uk.html' title='Bye Alison! Have a Blast in the UK!!'/><author><name>T</name><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/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY80l47uQ9I/AAAAAAAACI0/x7GqTN7NMCs/s72-c/phuture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347242670316289562.post-4178005331697685396</id><published>2009-02-11T21:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T20:52:49.635+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events/ Celebrations/ Special Occasions'/><title type='text'>Surprise!!! Happy Birthday, Jessie!!</title><content type='html'>Joanne and I co-planned a surprise birthday party for Jessie. We picked Schokolart as the venue coz the colors and deco are so 'Jessie'&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt; [pink, lavendar, white, etc... All sweet pastel colors]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY80egF8v8I/AAAAAAAACIs/eh5SLcYIcmY/s1600-h/schokolart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300512985053970370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 356px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY80egF8v8I/AAAAAAAACIs/eh5SLcYIcmY/s400/schokolart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went to buy flowers, balloons, picked up the cake, etc earlier that day. Then, in the evening, Joanne went to pick Jessie up on the pretense of bringing her out to a fancy restaurant for dinner while the rest of the guests and I went to the restaurant to set up the place. I must say, well done, ppl! The party area looked fantabulous and so 'Jessie'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY80eQ0393I/AAAAAAAACIk/4H6pRSZ26NY/s1600-h/jess+bday+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300512980955821938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 348px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY80eQ0393I/AAAAAAAACIk/4H6pRSZ26NY/s400/jess+bday+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In came the birthday gal &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[she was late!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; but she was very calm. Didn't look surprised at all!! But she told me she was. She didn't expect all of us to be there coz her friends are all varied and don't know each other. Well, good job, Joanne, for being able to bring together all of us via Facebook! Hahaha... The power of Facebook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY80TJi7Y3I/AAAAAAAACIc/LHe1ZSG0ucY/s1600-h/jess+bday+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300512790022939506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY80TJi7Y3I/AAAAAAAACIc/LHe1ZSG0ucY/s400/jess+bday+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The food was great! The entree especially... Have you ever tasted choc coated satay dipped in peanut sauce? If you haven't, then go try it. So yummy!! And the dessert was sinfully delicious, with a lot of chocolate and mashmallows!! *Drool*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY80TH4hfzI/AAAAAAAACIU/AbIR_gSAPUM/s1600-h/jess+bday+food.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300512789576646450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY80TH4hfzI/AAAAAAAACIU/AbIR_gSAPUM/s400/jess+bday+food.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We presented Jessie her cake then the restaurant decided to make her a birthday drink on the house. We told her to finish the drink and she loudly said she would&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt; [but in the end, she didn't!!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. The bartendar had to light up the sambucca &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3 times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, still she didn't finish her drink! Then, we teased her on getting drunk and she said she wouldn't&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt; [but in the end, she did]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Talk about &lt;em&gt;'famous last words'&lt;/em&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY80TEYOubI/AAAAAAAACIM/A-6kzAk2f0o/s1600-h/jess+bday+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300512788635892146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 334px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY80TEYOubI/AAAAAAAACIM/A-6kzAk2f0o/s400/jess+bday+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then came the time for her to open her pressies. The most touching one was from Joanne, which made her cry. Aaaaawwww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY80Sp_cwSI/AAAAAAAACIE/moDoYYIqqsw/s1600-h/jess+bday+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300512781552632098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 352px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY80Sp_cwSI/AAAAAAAACIE/moDoYYIqqsw/s400/jess+bday+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After that, it was the end of the party. Time really flies when you're happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY80SiZGzMI/AAAAAAAACH8/5_ww0E9W6Y8/s1600-h/jess+bday+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300512779512761538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 322px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY80SiZGzMI/AAAAAAAACH8/5_ww0E9W6Y8/s400/jess+bday+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We ended the night by playing 'rummy' at my house. Hahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy birthday, bestie! Glad you had a great time :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/6347242670316289562-4178005331697685396?l=crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/4178005331697685396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347242670316289562&amp;postID=4178005331697685396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/4178005331697685396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/4178005331697685396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/2009/02/surprise-happy-birthday-jessie.html' title='Surprise!!! Happy Birthday, Jessie!!'/><author><name>T</name><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/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY80egF8v8I/AAAAAAAACIs/eh5SLcYIcmY/s72-c/schokolart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347242670316289562.post-401417895692159629</id><published>2009-02-11T21:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T20:39:43.916+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events/ Celebrations/ Special Occasions'/><title type='text'>Little Bundle of Joy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Introducing my new little nephew...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY8zuMAYFJI/AAAAAAAACH0/lvPIOvAlcOE/s1600-h/my+nephew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300512155028165778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY8zuMAYFJI/AAAAAAAACH0/lvPIOvAlcOE/s400/my+nephew.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He was born on 30th of Jan 2009. So cuuute!!! These pics of him were taken when he was 1 - 3 days old. He's just so precious!!!! Love him to bits :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy. There's no kids in the family anymore coz everyone's grown up. It'll be nice to have a child in the family again. I'd love to bring him shopping and buy him cute lil outfits. Grow up soon, baby! And grow up healthy and good!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347242670316289562-401417895692159629?l=crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/401417895692159629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347242670316289562&amp;postID=401417895692159629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/401417895692159629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/401417895692159629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/2009/02/little-bundle-of-joy.html' title='Little Bundle of Joy!'/><author><name>T</name><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/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY8zuMAYFJI/AAAAAAAACH0/lvPIOvAlcOE/s72-c/my+nephew.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347242670316289562.post-7578948398829512944</id><published>2009-02-11T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T20:37:05.208+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events/ Celebrations/ Special Occasions'/><title type='text'>CNY 'Cho 3'</title><content type='html'>Went back to Teluk Intan on the 2nd day of CNY coz Mum had a reunion back in Kampar that night. It was also an opportunity to bring Yaacob back to show him where I always spend my CNY ~ my aunty's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He learnt how to play 'rummy' there. Wanted to bring him for the super nice food in town but since it was CNY, most of the yummy food shops were closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent one night there then headed back to KL the following day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY8zmetbISI/AAAAAAAACHs/tIv_EfoKFQI/s1600-h/CNY+Day+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300512022609994018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY8zmetbISI/AAAAAAAACHs/tIv_EfoKFQI/s400/CNY+Day+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347242670316289562-7578948398829512944?l=crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/7578948398829512944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347242670316289562&amp;postID=7578948398829512944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/7578948398829512944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/7578948398829512944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/2009/02/cny-cho-3.html' title='CNY &apos;Cho 3&apos;'/><author><name>T</name><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/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY8zmetbISI/AAAAAAAACHs/tIv_EfoKFQI/s72-c/CNY+Day+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347242670316289562.post-6863193998816549337</id><published>2009-02-11T21:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T20:34:20.060+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events/ Celebrations/ Special Occasions'/><title type='text'>CNY 'Cho 1'</title><content type='html'>This was the first every CNY that I spent in KL. Since forever, I'd always be spending my CNY eve and the first 3 days of CNY at my granny's then aunty's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this year, due to special circumstances, my family stayed in KL. Mum cooked us a nice reunion dinner on CNY eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the following day, I went out for 2 open houses ~ Alison's and Sui Lin's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alison's house was &lt;strong&gt;HUGE&lt;/strong&gt;. And there were a lot of people there. We hung out there a while with Elaine, ate and chit-chatted. The, headed to Sui Lin's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY8za3GQjVI/AAAAAAAACHk/0yWkKdExHG8/s1600-h/cny+%40+alisons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300511822998179154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY8za3GQjVI/AAAAAAAACHk/0yWkKdExHG8/s400/cny+%40+alisons.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At Sui Lin's house, we had her mum's fantastic &lt;em&gt;Assam Laksa&lt;/em&gt; then went into her room to play &lt;em&gt;Wii&lt;/em&gt;. We made Yaacob play on the &lt;em&gt;Wii&lt;/em&gt; Fitness... It was hilarious...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY8za-SmEsI/AAAAAAAACHc/CFfB75XKTgU/s1600-h/yacs+n+wii+fit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300511824928969410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY8za-SmEsI/AAAAAAAACHc/CFfB75XKTgU/s400/yacs+n+wii+fit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then, we went to Chilli's for dinner. I think we were the only Chinese there having dinner. The rest of the race was probably having dinner with family :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347242670316289562-6863193998816549337?l=crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/6863193998816549337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347242670316289562&amp;postID=6863193998816549337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/6863193998816549337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/6863193998816549337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/2009/02/cny-cho-1.html' title='CNY &apos;Cho 1&apos;'/><author><name>T</name><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/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY8za3GQjVI/AAAAAAAACHk/0yWkKdExHG8/s72-c/cny+%40+alisons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347242670316289562.post-9152221564723796987</id><published>2009-02-11T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T20:28:55.369+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events/ Celebrations/ Special Occasions'/><title type='text'>Let's Lo Sang!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY8zRFSUZTI/AAAAAAAACHU/VFldEgyMP4Q/s1600-h/lo+sang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300511655008167218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY8zRFSUZTI/AAAAAAAACHU/VFldEgyMP4Q/s400/lo+sang.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Had 'Lo Sang' dinner &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[my only Lo Sang' this year :(]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with Jo and May. May's tummy is now quite big. Can feel the bump and the baby moving within. So exciting!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was tired from a long day at work and the ever-present traffic jam in KL. Ate and caught up with the girls til about 11pm then it was time to head home and crash.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347242670316289562-9152221564723796987?l=crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/9152221564723796987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347242670316289562&amp;postID=9152221564723796987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/9152221564723796987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/9152221564723796987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/2009/02/lets-lo-sang.html' title='Let&apos;s Lo Sang!!'/><author><name>T</name><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/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY8zRFSUZTI/AAAAAAAACHU/VFldEgyMP4Q/s72-c/lo+sang.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347242670316289562.post-3925763939579541499</id><published>2009-02-11T21:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T20:23:09.747+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Travels'/><title type='text'>Painting HK Red!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesss, my long awaited trip to HK finally arrived.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad drove Mom, Jebb and I to the airport early Tuesday morning to catch our morning flight to HK. We were early. Checked in our bags and had breakfast then slowly walked to the gate to wait to board. There were a bunch of aunties from dunno-where who seemed quite eager to get on the plane. Once the gate opened, their cries of &lt;em&gt;"Quick! Quick! Run!"&lt;/em&gt; can be heard. Makes me feel as if they're on an episode of &lt;strong&gt;'The Amazing Race Asia'&lt;/strong&gt; :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I didn't sleep much the night before, I was completedly knocked out during my flight. When we landed, I felt really excited coz HK's one of my fav cities in the world :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'll let the pics do most of the talking for this post coz I took hundreds and hundreds of pics during my short 4 days trip...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was us, just landed. Walked around the airport trying to find our way to the baggage collection area. Then, took a cab to our hotel in Kowloon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY8y8q38YRI/AAAAAAAACHE/NIFm_7e_Pjo/s1600-h/HK+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300511304320835858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 365px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY8y8q38YRI/AAAAAAAACHE/NIFm_7e_Pjo/s400/HK+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After checking in, we walked around in search of food. We were all starved as we didn't have lunch during our flight. Finally, hungry, cold and desperate, we walked into a typical HK &lt;em&gt;'Char Chan Teng'&lt;/em&gt; for a meal. Goodness!! The table was so small it couldn't fit all 3 of our plates. And the portions were to huge it seems that the Hongkies eat for 3 ppl a meal. And just a simple meal of noodles cost over a hundred HKD. I forgot how expensive food is in HK. Sigh... Needless to say, I didn't really enjoy my first meal in HK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting our tummies full, we walked around the Mongkok area and walked briefly across the Ladies Market. Shopped a while at some of the shops, including Cotton On.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY8y8Z6lCeI/AAAAAAAACG8/PgoJ-c9Z5mU/s1600-h/HK+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300511299768486370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY8y8Z6lCeI/AAAAAAAACG8/PgoJ-c9Z5mU/s400/HK+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then, we rushed off to Central to meet Jessie &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[she's already there for a holiday, but on her last day there]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. She told me to meet her at Landmark. We took the MRT from Mongkok to Central and walked around Landmark while waiting for her. Immediately, Landmark became my fav mall in HK. It's full of hi-end shops and so quiet and serene and peaceful. I've always liked Central, with it's Lan Kwai Fong and SoHo area. It's just very different here compared to Mongkok. Like a breath of fresh air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for tea in a cafe inside Landmark. Then, Jessie arrived. We went to Gucci and LV to look at some bags then went to Coach before stopping by H&amp;amp;M. I found a delightful pair of boots at H&amp;amp;M and immediately bought it. This pair of boots became my staple fashion accessory &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[for my feet]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; throughout my trip after that ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY8y8ZO1_PI/AAAAAAAACG0/zfR9lWfqhYs/s1600-h/HK+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300511299585047794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 370px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY8y8ZO1_PI/AAAAAAAACG0/zfR9lWfqhYs/s400/HK+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What we had at Landmark Cafe while waiting for Jess ~ Creamy soup and fruit smoothie&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt; [for Jebb] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and Earl Grey&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt; [for moi]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY8y8GTQjwI/AAAAAAAACGs/NdAU2EiSAoo/s1600-h/Landmark+Cafe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300511294503292674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY8y8GTQjwI/AAAAAAAACGs/NdAU2EiSAoo/s400/Landmark+Cafe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jessie had to rush off to meet a friend for dinner after our shopping session at H&amp;amp;M. I hugged her goodbye and told her I'll see her back in KL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom, Jebb and I then went back to Kowloon to have dinner, bought some dessert &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[steamed egg with bird's nest and a durian dessert with some coconut]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, then went back to the hotel to rest. We decided to rest early coz we had a long day, we were sleep deprived and tired and we need energy to shop and walk around the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dessert was really good. We had it after shower. Watched some TV then went to bed. Jebb was hooked on the sports channel, watching the gymnastics competition throughout our trip. She'd switch to that channel each night to catch the gymnasts in action... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guy gymnasts,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; btw. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY8y7T3NcGI/AAAAAAAACGk/FOcpazw6SKc/s1600-h/Dessert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300511280963874914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY8y7T3NcGI/AAAAAAAACGk/FOcpazw6SKc/s400/Dessert.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On day 2, we woke up early coz we had a tight schedule ahead. We had breakfast 2 doors down from our hotel, took the hotel's shuttle bus to the Mongkok MRT station and took the MRT to City Gate. That's where the branded outlet mall was located. I felt really excited coz I was all up to hunt for some great bargains!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say getting around HK was really easy, even for tourists like us. We got around using the train most of the time and didn't get lost at all. We got to our intended destinations correctly all the time. So, yes, the public transport in HK is really convenient, but it's a bit costly though. Can cost up to HKD100 a day if we travel from one end of the city to the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY8yhAs8kzI/AAAAAAAACGc/4XB4muL5CB4/s1600-h/HK+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300510829143954226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 330px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY8yhAs8kzI/AAAAAAAACGc/4XB4muL5CB4/s400/HK+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; City Gate is like a FOS, only that this huge mall carries high-end brands like DKNY, CK, UCB, FCUK, Adidas, Nike, etc. I was super happy coz most of the items are really cheap. I got some stuff from Esprit and UCB. Wanted to get clothes from DKNY and CK but the clothes on the rack were so obviously last season and the sizes are way too big for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had lunch at the mall's food court&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt; [also &lt;em&gt;'Food Republic'&lt;/em&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; then walked around to shop more before going outside to snap some pics by the fountain. The area is really beautiful, with high-rise condominiums surrounding it. I found out that the residents of the condo units are quite creative in hanging their clothes to dry. It was as though they stuck their clothes on their windows from the inside, even their underwear!! Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snapping pics by the fountain was quick tricky coz we needed to wait for the water to spurt out high only snap. I was snubbed by a mat salleh whom I approached to take a pic of Mom, Jebb and I. &lt;strong&gt;Hmmmph!! Such a snob! &lt;/strong&gt;I just wanted to have a pic where all 3 of us are in it coz it's always either Mom and I, or Jebb and I, or Jebb and Mom in pics. Rarely all 3 of us got in be in pics together :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY8yg3nSKWI/AAAAAAAACGU/UCVCukzjHR8/s1600-h/HK+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300510826704284002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY8yg3nSKWI/AAAAAAAACGU/UCVCukzjHR8/s400/HK+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After spending half a day at City Gate, we returned to the hotel to put all our shopping in our room before we headed to Tsim Tsa Chui to the Avenue of Stars. The hotel shuttle stopped us at the entrance of New World Centre and we had to walk behind it, where the Avenue of Stars are. I bought Mom a jacket at New World Centre before we stepped out into the Avenue coz I knew it would be super cold out there. It's by the sea and at night, the wind would be merciless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got out there, Jebb and I practically went amok with excitement as we ran around like a couple of crazy girls snapping pics here and there and squeeled with excitement whenever we discovered a &lt;em&gt;'star'&lt;/em&gt; of a famous&lt;strong&gt; 'star'&lt;/strong&gt;. We walked past a&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; crazy person during our photo-taking high. This lady was sitting on a chair by the Avenue, shouting and scolding at whoever who walked past her. She was scaary!! We stayed far away from her coz she might just suddenly get up and start attacking us. Who knows. Crazy people are unpredictable in their behaviour and can get quite violent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We returned to New World Centre to have dinner before going out to the Avenue again to watch the Symphony of Lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY8ygr7-xTI/AAAAAAAACGM/pjVTMGyUuaM/s1600-h/HK+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300510823569868082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 390px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY8ygr7-xTI/AAAAAAAACGM/pjVTMGyUuaM/s400/HK+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then we snapped more pics as we walked along the Avenue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY8ygTI_LgI/AAAAAAAACGE/CFDSOgJI2q8/s1600-h/HK+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300510816913534466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY8ygTI_LgI/AAAAAAAACGE/CFDSOgJI2q8/s400/HK+7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We took pics of the&lt;em&gt; 'stars'&lt;/em&gt; of our fav&lt;strong&gt; 'stars'&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY8ygLPKkWI/AAAAAAAACF8/JbfJ1RwU970/s1600-h/HK+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300510814791962978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 383px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY8ygLPKkWI/AAAAAAAACF8/JbfJ1RwU970/s400/HK+8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And at the stalls, shops and everything along the way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY8yJ5uoSaI/AAAAAAAACF0/1NTvmJjSC0U/s1600-h/HK+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300510432134973858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY8yJ5uoSaI/AAAAAAAACF0/1NTvmJjSC0U/s400/HK+9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was bitterly cold but we didn't mind. We walked til the end of the Avenue then walked out to cross the road to check out the shops nearby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grand building of The Peninsula greeted us as we walked towards the road. The HK Museum of Art were right behind us and The Sheraton as beside The Peninsula. Ok, I think the next time I come to HK, I'd make sure I save enough $ to stay in either The Peninsula or The Sheraton. Beats any hotel in Kowloon anytime :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY8yJlAasPI/AAAAAAAACFs/ia0ALFPBFE0/s1600-h/HK+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300510426572435698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY8yJlAasPI/AAAAAAAACFs/ia0ALFPBFE0/s400/HK+10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went back to the hotel after scouring the shops. Jebb watched her &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'gymnasts' &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;in action before going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following day, the first thing in our itinery was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'Disneyland'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really impressed!! Disneyland being Disneyland didn't leave out a single thing when it comes to making their visitors' experience a truly Disney one. No stone was left unturned in their attention to detail to ensure everything was as Disney as possible. Starting from the MRT train in the Disney line. The train was painted white and blue with Mickey Mouse shaped windows and handrails. Figurines of Disney characters occupied each corner of the train. The seats were plush blue velvet. So different from the rest of the MRT trains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Disney MRT station itself was like the entrance to another world. An enchanted land. The steps, the railings, the street lights all seemed as if they were from a fairytale. I felt as if I'd entered the world of one of Disney's cartoons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY8yJsfaW6I/AAAAAAAACFk/b4hBPyLCP0c/s1600-h/HK+11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300510428581485474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY8yJsfaW6I/AAAAAAAACFk/b4hBPyLCP0c/s400/HK+11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I approached the entrance to Disneyland, I could hear happy Disney music playing from invisible speakers. Colorful Disney buntings adorned the streetlights to welcome us. A huge fountain with Mickey Mouse on top of a whale could be seen from afar. Happy prancing kids were everywhere. Gosh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stalls selling Disney merchandise were made to look like something from one of Disney's cartoons. The girls manning the stalls were dressed like characters from cartoons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY8yJTReLII/AAAAAAAACFc/bk65-NRt5Ms/s1600-h/HK+12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300510421812128898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY8yJTReLII/AAAAAAAACFc/bk65-NRt5Ms/s400/HK+12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We bought our tickets and entered. Inside was an entirely magical world. Like a town by itself, existing without the rest of the world. Everything was colorful, cute and very Disney. The shops, the roads, the streetlights, the people. Quite overwhelming, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spotted Goofy and Pluto and lined up to take pics with them. They were dressed in cute chinese costumes and really knew how to pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY8yJPXKQzI/AAAAAAAACFU/4UAlO2_bxOs/s1600-h/HK+13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300510420762247986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY8yJPXKQzI/AAAAAAAACFU/4UAlO2_bxOs/s400/HK+13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then, we checked out the souvenir shops. The stuff sold in the shops were irresistibly cute. But ridiculously over-priced. I didn't buy anything coz most of the stuff were for kids but I did take a lot of pics with the cute toys, etc :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY8xvhphnsI/AAAAAAAACFM/aDtnCw4PMYc/s1600-h/HK+14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300509978994515650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY8xvhphnsI/AAAAAAAACFM/aDtnCw4PMYc/s400/HK+14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We got outta the shops to explore the rest of the land. We got to '&lt;em&gt;Tomorrowland&lt;/em&gt;' where all the rides and shops were futuristic themed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY8xvcJUu_I/AAAAAAAACFE/blxaqY-_89M/s1600-h/HK+15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300509977517276146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY8xvcJUu_I/AAAAAAAACFE/blxaqY-_89M/s400/HK+15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We saw a stall selling popcorn and blue cotton-candy! I love cotton-candy when I was a kid. And it's been such a long long time since I had one. So, I bought one. It was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;HUGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Bigger than my head. And so yummy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had lunch after I finished my candy, then walked on to another themed section &lt;em&gt;'It's a Small World'&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY8xvPErHFI/AAAAAAAACE8/SBivllz6uGs/s1600-h/HK+16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300509974008110162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY8xvPErHFI/AAAAAAAACE8/SBivllz6uGs/s400/HK+16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Things are all pastel here. They have an area dedicated for stollers parking throughout the land. So thoughtful and family-oriented.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We then walked into a garden where little pavilions with Disney characters such as Mickey Mouse, Minnie Mouse, Donald Duck were for people to take pics with. But the line was so long I didn't bother to queue up for a pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY8xvJkkUhI/AAAAAAAACE0/Cakb46wuqm8/s1600-h/HK+17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300509972531270162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY8xvJkkUhI/AAAAAAAACE0/Cakb46wuqm8/s400/HK+17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then, we got to '&lt;em&gt;Adventureland&lt;/em&gt;' where everything was safari-like. Tarzan's treehouse was there. The Lion King's show was held there as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY8xuwtDevI/AAAAAAAACEs/5ZJQsO0-J5Q/s1600-h/HK+18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300509965855980274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 307px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY8xuwtDevI/AAAAAAAACEs/5ZJQsO0-J5Q/s400/HK+18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We made it back to the main area, in front of Sleeping Beauty's castle. Then, we got into the souvenir shops again to buy some mementos to bring home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY8xSYJ645I/AAAAAAAACEk/7Me_G5-pLv4/s1600-h/HK+19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300509478229828498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY8xSYJ645I/AAAAAAAACEk/7Me_G5-pLv4/s400/HK+19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Disney parade was about to begin while we were shopping. Jebb and I went to check it out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY8xSSZZjeI/AAAAAAAACEc/quJ9jSkATH4/s1600-h/HK+20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300509476684140002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY8xSSZZjeI/AAAAAAAACEc/quJ9jSkATH4/s400/HK+20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The parade began with a family in a vintage car. Then, came a big Mickey Mouse float with lots of dancers around it. After that, came more floats themed after famous Disney cartoons like Cinderella, Snow White, Sleeping Beauty, The Little Mermaid, Toy Story, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was fabulous. I can see no expenses was spared in the creation of the floats, dancers' costumes and props. Really impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY8xSA7azrI/AAAAAAAACEU/Vm0GDedIIec/s1600-h/HK+21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300509471994990258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY8xSA7azrI/AAAAAAAACEU/Vm0GDedIIec/s400/HK+21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then, it was time to leave. We spent half a day there and we still have another place to go to. So, we bade farewell to Disneyland and all its magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY8xSOwasFI/AAAAAAAACEM/hBgIkQNggQk/s1600-h/HK+22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300509475706941522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY8xSOwasFI/AAAAAAAACEM/hBgIkQNggQk/s400/HK+22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We headed straight to Central, to get to the lower peak tram station. The tram was packed while we went up to The Peak. Madame Tussaud's was there. I was not keen to go in coz the idea of being surrounded by life size wax statues of famous people was kinda creepy. We had dinner at a Char Chan Teng next to the museum though. Then, we walked around the building. There was not much to see. Just the beautiful view of HK. And it was freezing outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY8xRwoibxI/AAAAAAAACEE/KD8WUnuo9Ag/s1600-h/HK+23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300509467620830994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY8xRwoibxI/AAAAAAAACEE/KD8WUnuo9Ag/s400/HK+23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We quickly snapped a few pics, then headed back down coz it was just too cold. We took pics with the Jackie Chan wax statue at the lower peak tram station before we headed off to Lan Kwai Fong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY8w_MU9MMI/AAAAAAAACD8/MN19NbXJarU/s1600-h/HK+24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300509148637376706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 324px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY8w_MU9MMI/AAAAAAAACD8/MN19NbXJarU/s400/HK+24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aahh... Lan Kwai Fong... The chic area where all the pubs and bars are. I like it here. I also like SoHo, coz it's just so trendy and chic. If I ever move to HK, I'd choose to stay in this area ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY8w0HWN8kI/AAAAAAAACD0/M9vzthvMhPA/s1600-h/HK+25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300508958321930818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 368px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY8w0HWN8kI/AAAAAAAACD0/M9vzthvMhPA/s400/HK+25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The next day marks our final day in HK. Our flight back home was at 8.30pm. We had dim sum for lunch at Mongkok then shopped at Ladies Market. I got a gorgeous gold chinese top. Wore it on the first day of CNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY8wz08sSgI/AAAAAAAACDs/LXghs9STabI/s1600-h/HK+26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300508953383029250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY8wz08sSgI/AAAAAAAACDs/LXghs9STabI/s400/HK+26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We stopped by the dessert shop for dessert a final time. Again, I had the steamed egg with bird's nest. Jess had a coconut dessert while Mum had red bean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY8wz61qcqI/AAAAAAAACDk/CCpNvr1O2Xk/s1600-h/HK+27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300508954964161186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 362px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY8wz61qcqI/AAAAAAAACDk/CCpNvr1O2Xk/s400/HK+27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went back to the hotel to get our bags and to head to the airport. We figured we might as well get to the airport early to walk around. I wanted to get a bag and some chocolates. We explored the hotel a bit before we left coz we realized we didn't even check it out throughout our stay there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY8wz33ta_I/AAAAAAAACDc/gWyAS3MIfTU/s1600-h/HK+28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300508954167438322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY8wz33ta_I/AAAAAAAACDc/gWyAS3MIfTU/s400/HK+28.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At the airport, upon checking in our luggage, the girl at the counter told me that our flight was delayed til 10pm. I was like, &lt;strong&gt;WHAT???!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; It was just 6pm. So, what am I gonna do to kill time???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, very quickly, I found something to do. Eat dinner then shop. There was a MNG shop at the airport plus various high end boutiques. I realize time really flies when I was doing something fun. 9.20pm came so fast! I didn't even notice the time when I was busy buying clothes, picking out a bag and selecting chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY8wzjACMZI/AAAAAAAACDU/t1wVOFYjRHk/s1600-h/HK+29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300508948565209490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY8wzjACMZI/AAAAAAAACDU/t1wVOFYjRHk/s400/HK+29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finally, we boarded the plane close to 10pm and flew home. I was dead tired and sleep-deprieved but happy with all the stuff that I got :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will definitely&lt;strong&gt; NOT&lt;/strong&gt; be my last time to HK. I'll be there again real soon ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347242670316289562-3925763939579541499?l=crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/3925763939579541499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347242670316289562&amp;postID=3925763939579541499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/3925763939579541499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/3925763939579541499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/2009/02/painting-hk-red.html' title='Painting HK Red!!'/><author><name>T</name><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/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY8y8q38YRI/AAAAAAAACHE/NIFm_7e_Pjo/s72-c/HK+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347242670316289562.post-2742639385998422895</id><published>2009-02-11T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T00:12:45.957+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events/ Celebrations/ Special Occasions'/><title type='text'>Our 2nd Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY8wC5FeDwI/AAAAAAAACCk/cbcCLp5NiGs/s1600-h/anniversary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300508112679997186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 343px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY8wC5FeDwI/AAAAAAAACCk/cbcCLp5NiGs/s400/anniversary.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Yes, Yaacob and I turned 2 on Jan 12th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Since the 12th is a Monday, and I'll be flying off to HK the following morning, we decided to have our anniversary dinner on Sunday instead. We went to Cava, one of our fav places to eat. Food there's always good. So's the service :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe we've been together for 2 years. Time really flies. This is really meaningful to me as I got to celebrate 2 years of one of the most important things in my life. This relationship really taught me a lot to be a better person and I feel so blessed to have someone special in my life who's always there for me no matter what and always manage to find the right words to say to make me feel better and &lt;strong&gt;BE&lt;/strong&gt; a better &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks honey, for everything. I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*heart*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347242670316289562-2742639385998422895?l=crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/2742639385998422895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347242670316289562&amp;postID=2742639385998422895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/2742639385998422895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/2742639385998422895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/2009/02/our-2nd-anniversary.html' title='Our 2nd Anniversary'/><author><name>T</name><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/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY8wC5FeDwI/AAAAAAAACCk/cbcCLp5NiGs/s72-c/anniversary.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347242670316289562.post-8851901099300658280</id><published>2009-02-11T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T00:07:32.518+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events/ Celebrations/ Special Occasions'/><title type='text'>Bye 'Jin Yan'</title><content type='html'>As promised, here's the updates on what's been going on since begining of 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, my dear colleague, Alice &lt;em&gt;'Jin Yan Gagak'&lt;/em&gt; left to join a cosmetics company early Jan. One of the girls from her team, Tinki, tendered her resignation as well. Therefore, on the first week we commenced work &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[from the Xmas hols]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; we had a&lt;strong&gt; 'Farewell to Alice &amp;amp; Tinki cum Birthday to Lee Ping' &lt;/strong&gt;lunch @ the Hakka Restaurant down the road from our office. If you're wondering who Lee Ping is, she's one of the managers in the department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, after eating, there will be a presentation of farewell presents from our boss, Mr. Chow. Alice and Tinki were both presented framed posters of movies with their faces and some of our colleagues' faces superimposed on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... So sad coz the office won't be as noisy and 'meriah' as last time. One by one, everyone's leaving. Let's hope I'll not be the last one left :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY8v7EcQZyI/AAAAAAAACCc/-xSTNRWKF6s/s1600-h/alice%27s+farewell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300507978289407778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY8v7EcQZyI/AAAAAAAACCc/-xSTNRWKF6s/s400/alice%27s+farewell.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All d Best, Alice and Tinki!! We miss you gals lots!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347242670316289562-8851901099300658280?l=crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/8851901099300658280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347242670316289562&amp;postID=8851901099300658280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/8851901099300658280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/8851901099300658280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/2009/02/bye-jin-yan.html' title='Bye &apos;Jin Yan&apos;'/><author><name>T</name><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/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY8v7EcQZyI/AAAAAAAACCc/-xSTNRWKF6s/s72-c/alice%27s+farewell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347242670316289562.post-3106465760196062142</id><published>2009-02-09T03:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T20:25:32.314+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as it is...'/><title type='text'>Hopping All Night</title><content type='html'>Went out to party the day after I got back to KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a night of club-hopping coz initially we were at Velvet, then Phuture &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[to see Alison, who was busy, so didn't have time to talk to her]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, then Aristo and finally Sultan Lounge to hang out with Sui Lin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Phew!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY8zJdwnZdI/AAAAAAAACHM/7aKtwv3NOAs/s1600-h/phuture+n+sultan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300511524138739154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY8zJdwnZdI/AAAAAAAACHM/7aKtwv3NOAs/s400/phuture+n+sultan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347242670316289562-3106465760196062142?l=crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/3106465760196062142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347242670316289562&amp;postID=3106465760196062142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/3106465760196062142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/3106465760196062142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/2009/02/hopping-all-night.html' title='Hopping All Night'/><author><name>T</name><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/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY8zJdwnZdI/AAAAAAAACHM/7aKtwv3NOAs/s72-c/phuture+n+sultan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347242670316289562.post-1696799095752213864</id><published>2009-02-06T17:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T03:16:38.112+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as it is...'/><title type='text'>Gong Xi Gong Xi!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gong Xi Fa Chai!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY8vTITAg6I/AAAAAAAACCU/J1z_cSr_lAs/s1600-h/CNY+Day+1+008a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300507292129592226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY8vTITAg6I/AAAAAAAACCU/J1z_cSr_lAs/s400/CNY+Day+1+008a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sorry for MIA-ing. Been super busy with all the festive holidays, parties, work, etc. I've got loads of pics to upload and tons of stories to share. Just gotta find time to blog about everything. Will do it real soon. Promise!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, recently my family welcomed a new member, a healthy and extremely cute baby boy!! He's just soooo precious!!!! Okies, will blog more about my new lil nephew very soon, too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gtg now. Ta...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347242670316289562-1696799095752213864?l=crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/1696799095752213864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347242670316289562&amp;postID=1696799095752213864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/1696799095752213864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/1696799095752213864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/2009/02/gong-xi-gong-xi.html' title='Gong Xi Gong Xi!!'/><author><name>T</name><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/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY8vTITAg6I/AAAAAAAACCU/J1z_cSr_lAs/s72-c/CNY+Day+1+008a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347242670316289562.post-5088919079153390941</id><published>2009-01-02T11:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T02:47:29.808+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as it is...'/><title type='text'>Super hottie, Hugh Jackman!!</title><content type='html'>Go watch &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0455824/"&gt;Australia&lt;/a&gt; if you haven't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SV-r9tuZYDI/AAAAAAAACAg/ZHB2vc2OcUs/s1600-h/aus.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287133564290818098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SV-r9tuZYDI/AAAAAAAACAg/ZHB2vc2OcUs/s400/aus.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes, the movie's quite long and yes, it's quite draggy and yes, maybe it's not as great as expected, but go watch it for the sake of drooling over &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hugh_Jackman"&gt;Hugh Jackman&lt;/a&gt; aka &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wolverine_(comics)"&gt;Wolverine&lt;/a&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HE IS SUPER HOT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go watch it purely for the sake of admiring his macho-ness and his great bod!! &lt;em&gt;*Drool* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He plays The Drover in this film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nicole_kidman"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287132720672096482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SV-rMnABQOI/AAAAAAAACAY/PntDPQy0Aow/s400/hugh.bmp" border="0" /&gt;Nicole Kidman&lt;/a&gt; is always a pleasure to watch coz she's so beautiful. But, acting-wise, I expected more from the Oscar winning actress. But what the heck! I shouldn't be complaining coz there are 2 hotties starring in this &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Baz_Luhrmann"&gt;Baz Luhrman&lt;/a&gt; film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole Kidman plays English aristocrat, Lady Sarah Ashley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SV-rDzujdNI/AAAAAAAACAQ/nNiF4JqHakE/s1600-h/nic.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287132569469678802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SV-rDzujdNI/AAAAAAAACAQ/nNiF4JqHakE/s400/nic.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anyway, the story is about Lady Ashley, who travels to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Darwin,_Northern_Territory"&gt;Darwin&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Australia"&gt;Australia&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/England"&gt;England&lt;/a&gt; to sell a cattle farm, which she inherits. After meeting a young &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Australian_Aborigines"&gt;aboriginal&lt;/a&gt; child, and finding out the truth about the cattle business monopolization from a man called King Carney, she decided to drive her 1,500 heads of cattle across a harsh land to Darwin to sell them to the military.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While driving the cattle, Drover and Lady Ashley fell in love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SV-q4IY13hI/AAAAAAAACAI/Tedo3u8H4pI/s1600-h/nic+n+hugh+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287132368857325074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SV-q4IY13hI/AAAAAAAACAI/Tedo3u8H4pI/s400/nic+n+hugh+2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Don't they make a lovely couple?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SV-q31mZo_I/AAAAAAAACAA/8wd8qI-fk1s/s1600-h/nic+n+hugh.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287132363813921778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SV-q31mZo_I/AAAAAAAACAA/8wd8qI-fk1s/s400/nic+n+hugh.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Go watch it to find out what happened in the end. Quite 'kan cheong'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!!&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/6347242670316289562-5088919079153390941?l=crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/5088919079153390941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347242670316289562&amp;postID=5088919079153390941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/5088919079153390941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/5088919079153390941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/2009/01/super-hottie-hugh-jackman.html' title='Super hottie, Hugh Jackman!!'/><author><name>T</name><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/_eNajPdQHyCU/SV-r9tuZYDI/AAAAAAAACAg/ZHB2vc2OcUs/s72-c/aus.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347242670316289562.post-3518468799893813574</id><published>2009-01-01T12:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T01:50:05.683+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events/ Celebrations/ Special Occasions'/><title type='text'>Welcome 2009!!</title><content type='html'>To bid goodbye to 2008 and welcome 2009, we booked a suite at One World Hotel to party away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evening started with dinner at Kura. Then, we proceeded to the topmost floor where our suite was. Lam, Clement and Loo + gf and J-Hunn and White Jessie plus a few others were already there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started the party by watching some TV, then played the &lt;strong&gt;'werewolf' &lt;/strong&gt;game throughout the night, stopping only to admire the firework displays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view from the suite was super!! We could see fireworks from The Curve, Mont Kiara, Genting, KLCC and from another part of KL. Wow!!! It was really breathtaking!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party ended close to 3am and most of everyone left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SV-P1cYNkbI/AAAAAAAAB_o/Ry3UoEVhX58/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287102635869835698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SV-P1cYNkbI/AAAAAAAAB_o/Ry3UoEVhX58/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Starting of the party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SV-PpOVjzjI/AAAAAAAAB_g/UAKHUgNVw-E/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287102425942183474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 364px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SV-PpOVjzjI/AAAAAAAAB_g/UAKHUgNVw-E/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Celebrating the new year wif my beloved :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SV-PcK_v9dI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/iVnWDKfNKT0/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287102201707099602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SV-PcK_v9dI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/iVnWDKfNKT0/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cass tried to carry Slob, but in the end, it's much easier for him to carry her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SV-PYW441qI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/GE6hl0JQ-bQ/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287102136180070050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SV-PYW441qI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/GE6hl0JQ-bQ/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Random pics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SV-PQtu9s_I/AAAAAAAAB_I/TOptWlozN0k/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287102004873507826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SV-PQtu9s_I/AAAAAAAAB_I/TOptWlozN0k/s400/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The consistent jam on the LDP from 6pm til way over midnight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SV-PG6hA2bI/AAAAAAAAB_A/StCYTT58Rik/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287101836505962930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 337px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SV-PG6hA2bI/AAAAAAAAB_A/StCYTT58Rik/s400/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think he looks cute, not sinister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SV-Oqhj4dFI/AAAAAAAAB-4/9O2FJGMEoy4/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287101348770772050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SV-Oqhj4dFI/AAAAAAAAB-4/9O2FJGMEoy4/s400/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy 2009 to all!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fr Yaacob &amp;amp; Therine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Hope 2009 won't be so bad!! Hope it'll turn out to be a great year!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6347242670316289562-3518468799893813574?l=crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/3518468799893813574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347242670316289562&amp;postID=3518468799893813574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/3518468799893813574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/3518468799893813574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/2009/01/welcome-2009.html' title='Welcome 2009!!'/><author><name>T</name><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/_eNajPdQHyCU/SV-P1cYNkbI/AAAAAAAAB_o/Ry3UoEVhX58/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347242670316289562.post-7207326142465734389</id><published>2008-12-30T21:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T01:40:14.158+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The secret thoughts of the fashion diva in Me...'/><title type='text'>My new bling bling heels :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wanted to get a pair of nice oxford booties for my HK trip during lunch today. So, after eating, YY, Alice, Alan and I made our way to Charles &amp;amp; Keith. I was thinking of asking the sales people when they would have a sale and when the new collection will arrive. As I walked closer to the shop, I spotted a huge banner at the side of the shop's entrance, which read:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SALE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!! I didn't need to ask. It's already on sale!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave a tiny shriek of excitement and grabbed YY's arm, &lt;em&gt;"Look YY, it's on sale!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Her eyes widened with excitement. And without another word, we dashed into the shop. I started checking out the rows and rows of shoes. Oh, there's so many in my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;'want'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; list!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I started collecting all the heels that caught my fancy, then sat down and asked the salesperson to bring me all of them in my size to try on. I totally forgot about getting my boots til halfway trying on the heels. I went to look at the boots that I wanted to get, and decided it didn't look so nice anymore. I didn't wanna get it anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buut, the heels that I was trying on... Oh, so many, and I like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of them!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How? &lt;strong&gt;How?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, my rational side managed to conquer my shopaholic side&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt; [which is really very rare!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, so I got only 2 pairs &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[also coz one pair of heels didn't have my size and I was thinking it's very foolish of me to spend $ on a lot of shoes here when I'll be going to HK to shop in a couple of weeks. I might as well save it for HK. There might be nicer things over there]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Good girl, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* Confession: I really did want to get a pair of white heels and a pair of black heels and was making desperate rounds around the shop hoping somehow I'd spot a couple of nice pairs that I had somehow  missed out on earlier. Luckily, I didn't find any nice black and white heels, so I paid for my 2 pairs of heels and quickly walked outta there before my resolve breaks and I cave in and madly pay for the other heels that I liked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here they are, my new babies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SV-hGLH9urI/AAAAAAAAB_4/lL_fb2y0iLI/s1600-h/beige.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287121614993734322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SV-hGLH9urI/AAAAAAAAB_4/lL_fb2y0iLI/s400/beige.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Perfect for the office!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SV-hFlE3d5I/AAAAAAAAB_w/m_hAtezmo4k/s1600-h/silver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287121604780193682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SV-hFlE3d5I/AAAAAAAAB_w/m_hAtezmo4k/s400/silver.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've been wanting a pair of sleek silver heels for ages!! Great for partying ;)&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/6347242670316289562-7207326142465734389?l=crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/7207326142465734389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347242670316289562&amp;postID=7207326142465734389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/7207326142465734389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/7207326142465734389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-new-bling-bling-heels-p.html' title='My new bling bling heels :P'/><author><name>T</name><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/_eNajPdQHyCU/SV-hGLH9urI/AAAAAAAAB_4/lL_fb2y0iLI/s72-c/beige.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347242670316289562.post-2855260952672149707</id><published>2008-12-29T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T01:06:27.089+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as it is...'/><title type='text'>Delicious Monday</title><content type='html'>Hung out at Delicious today. Even though I was really pissed off by the service rendered by this restaurant's staff during my family's Christmas Eve dinner, I can't possibly tell everyone to change the venue just coz I alone didn't like the place. So, I went, sat down and ordered my lunch. The waitress that served our table was the same rude waitress with an attitude problem who served my family during Christmas Eve. Yes, she was still rude and the attitude was still there. I tried very hard not to let her rudeness get to me. Halfway ordering, she decided to just walk off. When we signalled for her to come back, she gave a face and told us she got all of our orders. Seriously, someone from the management should really tell this woman if she chose to work as a waitress, part of the job description is to be pleasant to the customers and not try to piss them off and drive them away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after the&lt;em&gt; 'fabulous'&lt;/em&gt; service by the&lt;em&gt; 'extremely fabulous'&lt;/em&gt; waitress, we made our way to The Gardens. Wanted to watch Yes Man but no good seats available. Ended up walking around the mall then having dinner at Flying Chillis [&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;my fav Thai restaurant with my fav Tom Yam soup ;)]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Cass and Slob came to join us. After a debate on some movies between Roen and Slob, we decided to call it a day and said our goodbyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So dreading to go to work tomorrow. I'm in such a&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt; holiday mood!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347242670316289562-2855260952672149707?l=crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/2855260952672149707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347242670316289562&amp;postID=2855260952672149707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/2855260952672149707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/2855260952672149707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/2008/12/delicious-monday.html' title='Delicious Monday'/><author><name>T</name><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-6347242670316289562.post-832834622911645257</id><published>2008-12-29T02:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T03:14:50.705+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events/ Celebrations/ Special Occasions'/><title type='text'>BBQ @ Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY8qZuJL-mI/AAAAAAAACCM/3t4HU9C_mek/s1600-h/BBQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300501907810024034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 378px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY8qZuJL-mI/AAAAAAAACCM/3t4HU9C_mek/s400/BBQ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had our first family BBQ at home just now. Jebb suggested it so she was the organizer &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[she was inspired by the tiny lil BBQ grill we got as a Christmas pressie]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. She and Mom bought all the food and the sauces. Soo borrowed a proper grill from her bf since our mini grill couldn't really cook any of the food properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night before, my sisters marinated all the meat. My uncle set up the fire at about 6pm and by 7pm, the grill was ready to cook all the yummy meat.&lt;em&gt; *Drool*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took turns to cook the food. Then, sat, ate, drank wine and talked. It was a fun, relaxing little party. I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; it when the family gets together, have good talks and spend quality time together. Jackie's maid made &lt;em&gt;'ikan bakar'&lt;/em&gt; wrapped in leaves and&lt;em&gt; 'otak-otak'&lt;/em&gt;. It was quite tasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us sat outside til quite late, then it was time to clean up and pack up the remaining food. The only downside of having a BBQ at home is that the entire house smells of grease and cooked food for the whole following day. Next time, we shall have a steamboat family party.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347242670316289562-832834622911645257?l=crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/832834622911645257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347242670316289562&amp;postID=832834622911645257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/832834622911645257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/832834622911645257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/2008/12/bbq-home.html' title='BBQ @ Home'/><author><name>T</name><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/_eNajPdQHyCU/SY8qZuJL-mI/AAAAAAAACCM/3t4HU9C_mek/s72-c/BBQ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347242670316289562.post-1387120356423126900</id><published>2008-12-28T09:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T00:49:01.702+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as it is...'/><title type='text'>*Snap Snap* @ Phuture</title><content type='html'>Went to party at Phuture...&lt;br /&gt;Will let the pics do the talking...&lt;br /&gt;It was a night of crazy pic snapping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SVp32pp1stI/AAAAAAAAB-w/z6Q3hjduiBM/s1600-h/with+yacs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285668893450678994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SVp32pp1stI/AAAAAAAAB-w/z6Q3hjduiBM/s400/with+yacs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SVp3y5Xm67I/AAAAAAAAB-o/988DfqnJy64/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285668828949703602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 358px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SVp3y5Xm67I/AAAAAAAAB-o/988DfqnJy64/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SVp3vbA2e9I/AAAAAAAAB-g/lTxEmgb7QZU/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285668769261583314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SVp3vbA2e9I/AAAAAAAAB-g/lTxEmgb7QZU/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SVp3jxBgIOI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/gjtQX79IsJ4/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285668569011462370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 357px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SVp3jxBgIOI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/gjtQX79IsJ4/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SVp3fl6xStI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/Z0S0uH9_iQk/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285668497310960338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 392px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SVp3fl6xStI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/Z0S0uH9_iQk/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SVp3afP9xVI/AAAAAAAAB-I/xHQ6jY1rbsM/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285668409621464402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SVp3afP9xVI/AAAAAAAAB-I/xHQ6jY1rbsM/s400/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SVp3Wi2ZcwI/AAAAAAAAB-A/n3_HRZECXXs/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285668341868491522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SVp3Wi2ZcwI/AAAAAAAAB-A/n3_HRZECXXs/s400/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SVp3RqviMLI/AAAAAAAAB94/GQ3ClBuyLOY/s1600-h/le,+jp+n+khai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285668258087841970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SVp3RqviMLI/AAAAAAAAB94/GQ3ClBuyLOY/s400/le,+jp+n+khai.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347242670316289562-1387120356423126900?l=crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/1387120356423126900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347242670316289562&amp;postID=1387120356423126900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/1387120356423126900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/1387120356423126900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/2008/12/snap-snap-phuture.html' title='*Snap Snap* @ Phuture'/><author><name>T</name><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/_eNajPdQHyCU/SVp32pp1stI/AAAAAAAAB-w/z6Q3hjduiBM/s72-c/with+yacs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347242670316289562.post-7803265916124784310</id><published>2008-12-27T09:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T00:43:19.344+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events/ Celebrations/ Special Occasions'/><title type='text'>Alice Gagak's Xmas Party @ Her Highness' Forbidden City</title><content type='html'>Alice threw a Christmas party yesterday. Went for lunch then shopped for party food and other stuff with her and YY in the afternoon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SVp2HJ7m_RI/AAAAAAAAB9A/Q-4fjkDTB9k/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285666977969798418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 346px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SVp2HJ7m_RI/AAAAAAAAB9A/Q-4fjkDTB9k/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then, went back home to rest and shower. It's a pyjama themed party. But when I reached Alice's place, nobody was really dressed in jammies except &lt;em&gt;moi&lt;/em&gt;!!!! Hey people, what happened to abiding to the dress code??!!! It's not called a pyjama party for nothing, you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was very hungry, no time to make noise about everyone's dressing coz I wanted to fill my growling tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SVp2BTgUDVI/AAAAAAAAB84/Wn4XyqT0pAY/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285666877460450642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SVp2BTgUDVI/AAAAAAAAB84/Wn4XyqT0pAY/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As I was eating, I looked around the house and discovered Alice's &lt;strong&gt;HUGE&lt;/strong&gt; aircond. Wow, it's similar to those in shopping malls, offices and hotels. This can only mean one thing, her house is &lt;strong&gt;HUGE&lt;/strong&gt; to be needing such a &lt;strong&gt;BIG &lt;/strong&gt;aircond. Well, she is after all, the&lt;em&gt; 'gagak'&lt;/em&gt; and her house is not called the &lt;em&gt;'forbidden city'&lt;/em&gt; for nothing... Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SVp18sNonkI/AAAAAAAAB8w/ijBKsFo-D_o/s1600-h/air+cond.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285666798193647170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SVp18sNonkI/AAAAAAAAB8w/ijBKsFo-D_o/s400/air+cond.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After eating, we just chilled and chit-chatted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SVp14lZo6gI/AAAAAAAAB8o/1Z3fhDR6RjU/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285666727645473282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 354px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SVp14lZo6gI/AAAAAAAAB8o/1Z3fhDR6RjU/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then, came the pressies exchanging time. Alice got my pressie &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[a pair of gloves to scrub her body while showering. She was there when I bought it... And she didn't really want it, but no choice, Alice!!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I got a couple of game cards: Snap and Happy Family. Gosh, haven't played these games in ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SVp10p3HRpI/AAAAAAAAB8g/ltTBO5X-nyk/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285666660123362962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 370px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SVp10p3HRpI/AAAAAAAAB8g/ltTBO5X-nyk/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After exchanging pressies, we started playing drinking games. Oh my, it was hilarious. All of us were in stitches halfway through the games... It was fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SVp1hC-lZbI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/u1HU-c7x90A/s1600-h/5+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285666323268199858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SVp1hC-lZbI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/u1HU-c7x90A/s400/5+.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We left at about 1.30am coz the hostess couldn't keep her eyes open any longer. A bit early but, what to do, Alice needs her beauty sleep. Anyways, thanks so much for hosting the fun party, Jin Yan. I'll miss you!!!&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/6347242670316289562-7803265916124784310?l=crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/7803265916124784310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347242670316289562&amp;postID=7803265916124784310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/7803265916124784310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/7803265916124784310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/2008/12/alice-gagaks-xmas-party-her-highness.html' title='Alice Gagak&apos;s Xmas Party @ Her Highness&apos; Forbidden City'/><author><name>T</name><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/_eNajPdQHyCU/SVp2HJ7m_RI/AAAAAAAAB9A/Q-4fjkDTB9k/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347242670316289562.post-140502662124197401</id><published>2008-12-25T23:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T00:25:51.336+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events/ Celebrations/ Special Occasions'/><title type='text'>On the 1st day of Christmas...</title><content type='html'>I woke up late and missed church :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My whole family was out by the time I was up &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[mid noon]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Felt really bad for missing church coz I told Mom I'll go the night before. Sigh... But I really couldn't wake up... Had such a late night. I know, I know, no matter what, I'm guilty!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called Mom to apologize, then went to join her and the rest of my family at Plaza Damas. Was super hungry when I got there. Ate then walked around. Bought a dress from one of the stalls there. It's nice and only &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;RM45!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Then, bought a pair of jammies for Alice's pyjama party tomorrow. After that, went to the supermarket with Mom and threw in random stuff I wanted into the trolley :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy that I got my new dress at such a steal!! And yes, I still feel bad for oversleeping in the morning!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended the day by having a&lt;strong&gt; GREAT&lt;/strong&gt; seafood dinner with the entire family!! &lt;em&gt;*smiles*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347242670316289562-140502662124197401?l=crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/140502662124197401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347242670316289562&amp;postID=140502662124197401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/140502662124197401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/140502662124197401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/2008/12/on-1st-day-of-christmas.html' title='On the 1st day of Christmas...'/><author><name>T</name><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-6347242670316289562.post-4924062961894665787</id><published>2008-12-24T23:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T21:31:44.008+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events/ Celebrations/ Special Occasions'/><title type='text'>Kenny's Christmas Party '08</title><content type='html'>After dinner and pressie-opening with my family, Yaacob and I went to Kenny's for his Christmas party. Met Loo at the lobby lift as he was going off to fetch 2 of his friends home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got there quite late. Everyone finished eating and were already drinking and playing games. The boys decided to challenge each other in &lt;a href="http://www.streetfighter.com/"&gt;Street Fighter&lt;/a&gt; using Kenny's PS 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SVPgRxmr5rI/AAAAAAAAB8I/XNDV4ch9kSU/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283813383813719730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 345px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SVPgRxmr5rI/AAAAAAAAB8I/XNDV4ch9kSU/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In between playing their game, the boys took breaks to eat and drink...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SVPgC00-T9I/AAAAAAAAB8A/vdH2CJHowKU/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283813126980915154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SVPgC00-T9I/AAAAAAAAB8A/vdH2CJHowKU/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Check out the posers... And Clement's lighted xmas hat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SVPfwVNRsWI/AAAAAAAAB74/Mh8kDjtL2Sg/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283812809255268706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 361px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SVPfwVNRsWI/AAAAAAAAB74/Mh8kDjtL2Sg/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Glad to be celebrating yet another Christmas with Yaacob :) Will I get my pressie soon, honey?? &lt;em&gt;*Hint hint*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SVPfgVJXu4I/AAAAAAAAB7w/TZJDiqSDfOc/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283812534360980354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 387px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SVPfgVJXu4I/AAAAAAAAB7w/TZJDiqSDfOc/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Merry Christmas&lt;/span&gt;, everyone!! And have a fabulous &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;New Year&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/6347242670316289562-4924062961894665787?l=crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/4924062961894665787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347242670316289562&amp;postID=4924062961894665787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/4924062961894665787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/4924062961894665787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/2008/12/kennys-christmas-party-08.html' title='Kenny&apos;s Christmas Party &apos;08'/><author><name>T</name><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/_eNajPdQHyCU/SVPgRxmr5rI/AAAAAAAAB8I/XNDV4ch9kSU/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347242670316289562.post-2071543636189788221</id><published>2008-12-24T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T21:25:18.561+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events/ Celebrations/ Special Occasions'/><title type='text'>Christmas Eve with Family :)</title><content type='html'>I reserved a table for our annual family Christmas Eve dinner 2 weeks in advance in a carefully selected restaurant that's neither too expensive nor cheap, which serves ala carte fusion food even on Christmas Eve &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[instead of ridiculously overpriced buffet or set menu]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us got ready early to avoid being late&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt; [didn't want our table to be given to other customers!!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Did a lil cam-whoring before we bertolak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SVPdzuRnpwI/AAAAAAAAB6w/D_rFsNAhXWg/s1600-h/home.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283810668500723458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SVPdzuRnpwI/AAAAAAAAB6w/D_rFsNAhXWg/s400/home.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As usual, our family being our family, we were late, even though I made sure everyone knew dinner's at 8pm 2 weeks earlier. And the fact that the snobby, unhelpful waiter at the restaurant who refused to extend our reservation&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt; [reason being: &lt;em&gt;"there is a long line of customers waiting for tables and they're already questioning why there's an empty table at the corner which they cannot take"&lt;/em&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; when I called to inform him we're gonne be late didn't help in making me feel less stressed. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Grrr...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hadta drive like a F1 driver to get to the restaurant on time to get our table!! Stressed, man, especially when I'm driving my whole familiy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, even though the service rendered by the restaurant staff sucked &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BIG &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;time, we didn't allow that to dampen our Christmas mood...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SVPdkXZZ2oI/AAAAAAAAB6o/G4rPyx7kB0k/s1600-h/delicious+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283810404661320322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SVPdkXZZ2oI/AAAAAAAAB6o/G4rPyx7kB0k/s400/delicious+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jebb had this idea of the 2 of us snapping pics of each other at the same time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SVPdgRKhUzI/AAAAAAAAB6g/2H4riGm3gks/s1600-h/cam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283810334268805938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 392px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SVPdgRKhUzI/AAAAAAAAB6g/2H4riGm3gks/s400/cam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finally, the food arrived after a long wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SVPdan-dYWI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/WqUoLhC_eR8/s1600-h/the+food.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283810237313016162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 333px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SVPdan-dYWI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/WqUoLhC_eR8/s400/the+food.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Everyone's food arrived except Mom's. Even after everyone finished eating, her chicken was not served yet. The waitresses were really unhelpful in checking her order and in the end,&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; pissed all of us off&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with their nonchalant attitude in serving their customers. I mean, yes, I know it's Christmas Eve and you have a full house but that doesn't mean we should expect less service from you guys and it is acceptable to treat customers like&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; s**t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and being exceptionally slow in serving our food!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a lot of fuss, Mom finally got her food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, Yaacob arrived with a box of Christmas cupcakes. Miraculously, his food came quite fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SVPdH5vUYQI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/4IGsBHE7DGA/s1600-h/delicious+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283809915663835394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SVPdH5vUYQI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/4IGsBHE7DGA/s400/delicious+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Soo had a tummy-ache so Shu drove her home first. We hadta wait for 10-15 minutes just to pay. Goodness!! I'll not eat at this &lt;a href="http://www.delicious.com.my/index.htm"&gt;restaurant&lt;/a&gt; ever again if I can help it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of us went home. Chilled before opening our presents. Had some cake for dessert...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SVPc4jNcpTI/AAAAAAAAB6I/q4N56ubKJRg/s1600-h/misc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283809651918153010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SVPc4jNcpTI/AAAAAAAAB6I/q4N56ubKJRg/s400/misc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pressie time!! I was very excited to know what presents I got from everyone!! Yaacob got a navy blue sweater from me. Hope he likes it ;) My sisters and I were like little girls as we sat on the floor, ripping away at the wrapping paper, opening one present after the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SVPcoo14UWI/AAAAAAAAB6A/o-yN-5M-oPE/s1600-h/openin+pressies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283809378552009058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SVPcoo14UWI/AAAAAAAAB6A/o-yN-5M-oPE/s400/openin+pressies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's what I got from my mom, sisters, Shu, Jackie and Aunty Pat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SVPcfnO3mkI/AAAAAAAAB54/LUa-hXRYkUA/s1600-h/xmas+eve+24.12.2008+106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283809223501126210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 371px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SVPcfnO3mkI/AAAAAAAAB54/LUa-hXRYkUA/s400/xmas+eve+24.12.2008+106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have yet to get my pressie from Yaacob. I wonder what it is that he got me... Hmmm...&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/6347242670316289562-2071543636189788221?l=crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/2071543636189788221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347242670316289562&amp;postID=2071543636189788221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/2071543636189788221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/2071543636189788221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-eve-with-family.html' title='Christmas Eve with Family :)'/><author><name>T</name><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/_eNajPdQHyCU/SVPdzuRnpwI/AAAAAAAAB6w/D_rFsNAhXWg/s72-c/home.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347242670316289562.post-6349798122525197428</id><published>2008-12-24T02:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T21:04:27.103+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as it is...'/><title type='text'>We're Tiny BUT Mighty!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SVPhgivdDqI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/CcSNLRYLByk/s1600-h/beverly+hills+chihuahua.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283814737033629346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SVPhgivdDqI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/CcSNLRYLByk/s400/beverly+hills+chihuahua.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Watched &lt;a href="http://disney.go.com/disneypictures/beverlyhillschihuahua/"&gt;Beverly Hills Chihuahua&lt;/a&gt; with Jebb just now. A light hearted movie strictly for dog lovers who don't mind seeing pampered dogs having lifestyles better than a lot of humans. There were a few scenes which really made me LOL. Great movie to watch to just relax, have a good laugh and to oooh-aahhh at the cute little dogs ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347242670316289562-6349798122525197428?l=crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/6349798122525197428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347242670316289562&amp;postID=6349798122525197428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/6349798122525197428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/6349798122525197428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/2008/12/were-tiny-but-mighty.html' title='We&apos;re Tiny BUT Mighty!'/><author><name>T</name><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/_eNajPdQHyCU/SVPhgivdDqI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/CcSNLRYLByk/s72-c/beverly+hills+chihuahua.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347242670316289562.post-6949181690092004643</id><published>2008-12-21T23:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T04:19:06.641+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events/ Celebrations/ Special Occasions'/><title type='text'>Yummy 'Tong Yuen'</title><content type='html'>Each year, Mom would buy the ingredients for us to make our own &lt;em&gt;'Tong Yuen'&lt;/em&gt; during the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Winter_solstice"&gt;Winter Solstice&lt;/a&gt; celebration. Yaacob and Shu came to help. At first, we just chilled, and waited for the organiser, Jebb to get the ball rolling on the &lt;em&gt;'Tong Yuen'&lt;/em&gt; making process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SVPbY87QybI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/j6HZfNs41fo/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283808009553758642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 361px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SVPbY87QybI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/j6HZfNs41fo/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finally, she gathered all of us at the dining table, and took out the flour and the fillings &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[i.e. red bean paste, sugar pieces and ground nuts]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. We started rolling small pieces of flour into balls and pressed the filling in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SVPbT_x0daI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/nY8Xn-gD8tw/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283807924420113826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SVPbT_x0daI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/nY8Xn-gD8tw/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After making enough tiny flour balls, we then started to cook them. Mom already made the sugar water with ginger. All we needed to do was to boil the balls in hot water til they float, then transfer them to the big pot of boiling sugar + ginger water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SVPbLHOo47I/AAAAAAAAB5I/JmiZnkD_Fl8/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283807771801215922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SVPbLHOo47I/AAAAAAAAB5I/JmiZnkD_Fl8/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finally, all the flour balls were cooked and ready to be eaten. Aren't they pretty? So colorful and yummy looking :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SVPbDdJ4zRI/AAAAAAAAB5A/1q-q9PNPyTI/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283807640247913746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SVPbDdJ4zRI/AAAAAAAAB5A/1q-q9PNPyTI/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6347242670316289562-6949181690092004643?l=crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/6949181690092004643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347242670316289562&amp;postID=6949181690092004643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/6949181690092004643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/6949181690092004643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/2008/12/yummy-tong-yuen.html' title='Yummy &apos;Tong Yuen&apos;'/><author><name>T</name><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/_eNajPdQHyCU/SVPbY87QybI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/j6HZfNs41fo/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347242670316289562.post-1323215509365163046</id><published>2008-12-20T23:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T04:11:29.049+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as it is...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events/ Celebrations/ Special Occasions'/><title type='text'>A wedding dinner &amp; a mani + pedi + tea session</title><content type='html'>Went for Stan's wedding yesterday. Stan's one of the printers I deal with at work. The wedding dinner was held at &lt;a href="http://www.orientalrestaurants.com.my/oriental_pavilion.html"&gt;Oriental Pavilion&lt;/a&gt; in PJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were only 8 of us at the table, so food was aplenty. The waitress who served us, an aunty, was quite scary. She was bossy and fierce and would force us to finish our food, even though we were stuffed full. She'd clear our plates and dishes roughly as if all of us gave her a bad time by just showing up and eating at that table. Talk about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'service'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bride, Helen, looked stunning, especially in her 'cheongsam'. Her figure, I must say, was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;GREAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!! Like, super hot. Extremely toned and curvy at all the right places. So &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;envious...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics from the wedding:&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SVPcLb4EEiI/AAAAAAAAB5w/fZJqlIaZhYs/s1600-h/stan"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283808876855300642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 354px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SVPcLb4EEiI/AAAAAAAAB5w/fZJqlIaZhYs/s400/stan%27s+wedding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Went for a&lt;em&gt; 'spa manicure &amp;amp; pedicure'&lt;/em&gt; session with Jebb today. She came back from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Adelaide"&gt;Adelaide&lt;/a&gt; a few weeks back. It feels great to have her back. Feels more complete with 3 of us at home, rather than just Soo and I. Of coz, us being super cam-whores, must snap some pics before going for our nail appointment &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[even though we were running a bit late]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SVPcD8DAh4I/AAAAAAAAB5g/jE8JQdzJpT4/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283808748052187010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SVPcD8DAh4I/AAAAAAAAB5g/jE8JQdzJpT4/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As usual, we like to snap a pic of us making funny faces...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SVPcEPUYEuI/AAAAAAAAB5o/6SWcQlPbcR8/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283808753225306850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 331px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SVPcEPUYEuI/AAAAAAAAB5o/6SWcQlPbcR8/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rushed to &lt;a href="http://www.hotfrog.com.my/Companies/Amante-Nail-Spa-Body-Care/FullPressRelease.aspx?id=689"&gt;Amante&lt;/a&gt;, at &lt;a href="http://solaris-montkiara.com/"&gt;Solaris Mont Kiara&lt;/a&gt; to do our nails. Supposed to meet Suilin and the girls for lunch after my mani and pedi, but it took quite long and by the time I was done, they already left for home. My phone was on silent, so I didn't hear their calls and texts. Hmmmm... Oh well, there's always the next lunch session to catch up with the girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right after our nails were done, we hunted for a restroom. So smart of us, not to use the one at the nail shop. We walked around, lost, trying to locate a restroom to relieve our full bladder. Looked like a couple of crazy girls, wandering here and there, looking quite desperate. Haha... Finally, after I think about 5-10 minutes of walking around, we were able to find one. What a relieve!! Phew!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the restroom hunting drama, Jebb and I were so hungry we blindly entered a restaurant, which had banners stating it serves pasta, western dishes and pastries and cakes. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, what a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; mistake!!! Next time, really hafta make sure we open our eyes wide and not rush into a restaurant desperate for food. Coz, it was actually a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cuisine_of_Morocco"&gt;Moroccan&lt;/a&gt; restaurant. Why its banners said it serves pasta and western food was beyond my comprehension coz they didn't even know what an &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spaghetti_all%27_aglio,_olio_e_peperoncino"&gt;Aglio Olio&lt;/a&gt; pasta is, even though it was on the menu. Can you believe that??!!! What came to our table were spaghetti &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bolognese_sauce"&gt;Bolognese&lt;/a&gt;. And when I told the waitress, we ordered Aglio Olio, she just looked at me blankly, as if I spoke &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/French_language"&gt;French&lt;/a&gt; to her. Gosh... I hadta explain to her what's Bolognese and what's Aglio Olio. In the end, she sorta got what I was trying to say and apologised profusely before returning to the kitchen to sort out our order. When our food finally came &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[correctly, this time]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, it looked at if they picked the Bolognese sauce from the pasta, gave it a rinse in hot water, then mixed it with olive oil. Coz it was cold and bland... Completely tasteless. No amount of salt helped. Urrgghhh... It was the worst tasting pasta I've ever had and I'll never ever return to that restaurant again!!! I promise!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the disdainful lunch, we bought some cake and went to Jessie's to have some tea &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[dessert for us]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I bought a piece of warm choc cake, which we were supposed to heat in the microwave for 30 secs. But, as usual, alway, something won't go right. Her microwave broke down and she had yet to buy a new one. So, we ate the&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; 'warm'&lt;/span&gt; choc cake &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;cold&lt;/span&gt;. It didn't taste right. Sigh... Why does this always happen to me????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We hung out at Jessie's til dinnertime, then drove home. Quite an eventful day. And I'm pleased with the work the manicurist did :) Will consider buying their package, since now they're offering it on promotional price. How? How? Should I or should I not??&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/6347242670316289562-1323215509365163046?l=crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/1323215509365163046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347242670316289562&amp;postID=1323215509365163046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/1323215509365163046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/1323215509365163046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/2008/12/wedding-dinner-mani-pedi-tea-session.html' title='A wedding dinner &amp; a mani + pedi + tea session'/><author><name>T</name><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/_eNajPdQHyCU/SVPcLb4EEiI/AAAAAAAAB5w/fZJqlIaZhYs/s72-c/stan%27s+wedding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347242670316289562.post-1779204299330878373</id><published>2008-12-15T20:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T21:06:20.950+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as it is...'/><title type='text'>Girls Nite Out</title><content type='html'>The newly refurbished &lt;a href="http://www.zoukclub.com.my/"&gt;Zouk Club&lt;/a&gt; has now expanded into 6 different rooms: Aristo, Terrace Bar, BarSonic, Phuture, Zouk and Velvet Underground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday, I had a fun 'Girls Nite Out' @ Phuture. Never been there since it re-opened. I didn't anticipate the crowd that was there. I was under the impression everybody in KL left for Singapore for ZoukOut for the weekend so I was really surprised to see the long long line outside the club and the super-packed-sardine-can-like dancefloor inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was raining and we hadta wait in line under a makeshift tent for our turn to get into the club. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Urgh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... Imagine getting your hair, clothes and heels damp from the rain when your night haven't even started!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so crowded downstairs that after a drink and a few dances later, we decided to ditch the packed dancefloor and wandered upstairs where it was much cooler with less people. We spent the rest of the night hanging out there coz nobody was elbowing us, stepping into our space, on our toes and no&lt;em&gt; 'unwanted attention'&lt;/em&gt;. I had a blast dancing to the R&amp;amp;B tunes and occasionally looking down at the crowd for some drama on the dancefloor :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Phuture's crowded dancefloor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SUZS2l5CL2I/AAAAAAAAB4w/OD8Y3qwv6t4/s1600-h/1a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279998710976229218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SUZS2l5CL2I/AAAAAAAAB4w/OD8Y3qwv6t4/s400/1a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Apparently, my sister was there too! But it was too packed. I didn't see her. Instead I bumped into my colleague, Tinki, again. This is the 2nd time I bumped into her in this club! She's such a clubbing queen. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left 15 minutes to closing so that they'll be no crowd outside puking and ber-dramaing and no traffic from the parking. Smart, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SUZSvnm2dPI/AAAAAAAAB4o/vZmdlxdYka0/s1600-h/phuture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279998591177749746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 393px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SUZSvnm2dPI/AAAAAAAAB4o/vZmdlxdYka0/s400/phuture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Went back to Lil J's place to crash. Her room's super duper comfy. Very relaxing. Of coz must cam-whore a bit before cleaning off the makeup and showering off the nice curly hair. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SUZSaht_PMI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/PS6EGdk9iPQ/s1600-h/house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279998228819819714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 386px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SUZSaht_PMI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/PS6EGdk9iPQ/s400/house.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look how nice her room is? Hehe... Needless to say I had a good night's sleep ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I had a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FUN NIGHT OUT!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Must do this with the girls more often. Go for drinks, meals, shopping, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Next outing: Mani &amp;amp; pedi before Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of Christmas, I'm proud to announce I've bought everyone's Christmas presents &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[except for my doggie, Ginger. But since she's a dog, it don't really count if she gets her pressie before or after Christmas. But I'll try to get it before Christmas if I have time]. And, I have officially gotten [or is gonna get]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; what I want. Hehehe... Thanks to my lovely, generous parents. So, yes, I'm a happy girl :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347242670316289562-1779204299330878373?l=crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/1779204299330878373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347242670316289562&amp;postID=1779204299330878373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/1779204299330878373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/1779204299330878373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/2008/12/girls-nite-out.html' title='Girls Nite Out'/><author><name>T</name><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/_eNajPdQHyCU/SUZS2l5CL2I/AAAAAAAAB4w/OD8Y3qwv6t4/s72-c/1a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347242670316289562.post-283278807485182497</id><published>2008-12-09T21:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:18:58.375+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events/ Celebrations/ Special Occasions'/><title type='text'>Merrily lighting up the tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/ST6vFuBLnRI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/D4NJcKq83mI/s1600-h/xmas+tree+lighting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277848326111993106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/ST6vFuBLnRI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/D4NJcKq83mI/s400/xmas+tree+lighting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; From the pics above, it's quite obvious we had some sort of a Christmas party at the office. It's actually our Christmas tree lighting ceremony. We invited Datuk Lee to light up the tree and celebrated with light refreshments after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us cam-whore bunch were of coz waiting for snap pics, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pics&lt;/span&gt; and more &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;pics!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HO HO HO, MERRY CHRISTMAS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I'll be making my Christmas wishlist soon ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347242670316289562-283278807485182497?l=crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/283278807485182497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347242670316289562&amp;postID=283278807485182497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/283278807485182497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/283278807485182497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/2008/12/merrily-lighting-up-tree.html' title='Merrily lighting up the tree'/><author><name>T</name><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/_eNajPdQHyCU/ST6vFuBLnRI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/D4NJcKq83mI/s72-c/xmas+tree+lighting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347242670316289562.post-5961896509650735120</id><published>2008-12-08T22:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:16:06.562+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as it is...'/><title type='text'>How I spent my Sunday...</title><content type='html'>I've been wanting to perm my hair for ages but my very busy stylist, Joey, is always not available. So, when he texted me yesterday&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt; [when I was shopping] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;to inform me he'll be free today, I jumped with glee and quickly booked him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drove down to his salon early Sunday afternoon. Unlike other hair perm experiences in the past, I didn't feel nervous or anxious that somehow my hair will turn out &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; as how I want it to be and I'll end up looking like a Chinese cousin of Diana Ross. I trust Joey's skills and I have confidence that he'll make me look like a million bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I sat in his salon patiently for almost 3 and a half hours to get my hair done. And the final result did not disappoint. I'm very happy with my perm :) I even got a lot of products for curly hair &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[on a discounted price]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; from Joey, which really works wonders for my hair. He's really a great stylist!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessie came halfway through my perm to have a haircut. I recommended her to try Joey. I think she looks really cute in her new hairstyle but she seems doubtful. I think she's not used to her new look. I told her she'll feel great about her hair in a couple of weeks after it's grown a little and she's gotten used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for her haircut, she slyly fished out her camera, and snapped pics of me without flash while I was blissfully unaware, flipping away at my mag. Til she laughed and showed me the pics! Urgh! I look so horrible with all the curlers, etc in my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I don't mind the least coz the end result is fantastic :) Check it out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/ST6vWe3Wz9I/AAAAAAAAB3g/Tqj4UK_7HLs/s1600-h/Sunday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277848614102028242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/ST6vWe3Wz9I/AAAAAAAAB3g/Tqj4UK_7HLs/s400/Sunday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wanna look like a Diva? Call Joey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347242670316289562-5961896509650735120?l=crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/5961896509650735120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347242670316289562&amp;postID=5961896509650735120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/5961896509650735120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/5961896509650735120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-i-spent-my-sunday.html' title='How I spent my Sunday...'/><author><name>T</name><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/_eNajPdQHyCU/ST6vWe3Wz9I/AAAAAAAAB3g/Tqj4UK_7HLs/s72-c/Sunday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347242670316289562.post-2430821144835970296</id><published>2008-12-06T23:39:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:22:43.178+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as it is...'/><title type='text'>How time flies...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I've not seen Sai Hsia and Lee Mun&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt; [my secondary school friends] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;for years. I received a surprise call from Sai Hsia yesterday and made plans to meet up since we've not been in touch for so long.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We decided to have lunch at Sutra. Jessie came along. As the 4 of us sat at the round table at 1 corner of the restaurant, I noticed a drastic change amongst all of us. We're not the girls we used to be 10 years ago, nor the kind of friends we used to be back then. We used to be so very very close back during school days. Now, we're all women in our late 20's meeting up for lunch for casual catch-up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I felt a stab of sadness at how much we've grown apart. Both Sai Hsia and Lee Mun are married and are mothers, whereas Jessie and I are still single girls working at our careers and letting our hair down in the weekends by partying. It's like staring at familiar faces of strangers. Both Sai Hsia and Lee Mun are leading such different lives from Jessie and I. They have different priorities and worries. They're mothers. Lee Mun is heavily pregnant with her 2nd child. Sai Hsia already has 2 kids, a 6 year old boy and a 5 year old girl. I can never imagine being married, so, being a mom is really still a far fetched idea to me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And their description of child birth are both excruciating and horribly scary. Made me almost decide never to have kids. Urgh...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sigh... This lunch made me feel so old, so out of touch with my old friends and so not ready for actual adulthood&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt; [read: marriage and motherhood]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. So, when will I be ready? I'm so comfortable with my life now I don't want it to change to drastically. I have a boyfriend whom I love very much and who loves me equally as much and I'm happy with things the way they are. Not keen to change anything in case it'll be for the worse. I'm taking tiny steps at getting my career into 3rd gear. I like being responsible-free and I like being able to party, go out and have fun. And all these are not good wife and mother criteria. Well, hopefully, I'll feel ready soon...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Other than feeling a bit lost, I had a great time catching up with the girls on old times and listening to latest news and gossip about old friends. Sai Hsia never failed to amuse me with her funny talk and gestures. The food was good. I think I should start making an effort to keep in touch with my old friends more after this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At close to 5pm, Sai Hsia hadta go coz her part time maid's gonna be at her house. So we bade each other goodbye and Sai Hsia left with an instruction to me to call her often. Okay, will do!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/ST6ufNK-8zI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/nY-46zUmuOg/s1600-h/sutra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277847664459707186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/ST6ufNK-8zI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/nY-46zUmuOg/s400/sutra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After the long lunch, Jessie and I walked around The Curve and shopped a bit. I bought a darling little jacket and a smart black skirt from Elements. So happy to be able to find outfits my size :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After doing our purses some damage, we had tea at Winter Warmer. I simply love the blueberry milk tea there. It's so milky and sweet-smelling. And it's served in cute little china teapots and teacups and saucers. Very English-style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/ST6uNFFBi4I/AAAAAAAAB3I/GNC9p0Jeuck/s1600-h/winter+warmer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277847353049582466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 350px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/ST6uNFFBi4I/AAAAAAAAB3I/GNC9p0Jeuck/s400/winter+warmer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We then drove to BU to pick Yaacob up and went to Work In Progress at BSC for dinner. The place is nice. Food's great but I couldn't finish my pasta coz my tummy's still full of tea :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/ST6txRB7dwI/AAAAAAAAB3A/WHPnl0aLNnU/s1600-h/WIP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277846875221489410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 356px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/ST6txRB7dwI/AAAAAAAAB3A/WHPnl0aLNnU/s400/WIP.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then, we had dessert at Dessert Bar. I couldn't fit anything into my tummy anymore. So, I just sat there and chilled out. Yaacob and Jessie each had choc ice cream. It seems that I've been eating non-stop the whole day. Time to take a break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/ST6topGX1FI/AAAAAAAAB24/b113inHg3to/s1600-h/dessert+bar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277846727063753810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 328px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/ST6topGX1FI/AAAAAAAAB24/b113inHg3to/s400/dessert+bar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's overall a long fun day. I love having girlie outings like this. I'll try to make time to organise more of these outings in future :)&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/6347242670316289562-2430821144835970296?l=crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/2430821144835970296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347242670316289562&amp;postID=2430821144835970296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/2430821144835970296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/2430821144835970296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-time-flies.html' title='How time flies...'/><author><name>T</name><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/_eNajPdQHyCU/ST6ufNK-8zI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/nY-46zUmuOg/s72-c/sutra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347242670316289562.post-978740797299024518</id><published>2008-12-03T21:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T21:33:36.895+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The secret thoughts of the fashion diva in Me...'/><title type='text'>My Fav Style Icons</title><content type='html'>What's my style?? Urm... I don't really know how to define my own style yet... It's a mix of everything, I guess... But I do get inspired by these 3 super stylish celebs a lot!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Fav style icon #1: Nicole Kidman&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's so classy and elegant. Very very beautiful. Love how she dresses for awards shows, etc... Simple yet super classy. To me, she is the epitome of a classic beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/STaHA_pQfrI/AAAAAAAAB2g/FkrdVXYTNcQ/s1600-h/NicoleKidman3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275552464665345714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/STaHA_pQfrI/AAAAAAAAB2g/FkrdVXYTNcQ/s400/NicoleKidman3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/STaHBPvG7lI/AAAAAAAAB2w/i59Bl9vFsiw/s1600-h/nicole-kidman1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275552468984852050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/STaHBPvG7lI/AAAAAAAAB2w/i59Bl9vFsiw/s400/nicole-kidman1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/STaHA4XSsmI/AAAAAAAAB2o/lEs_XjwxZOg/s1600-h/nicole-kidman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275552462710944354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/STaHA4XSsmI/AAAAAAAAB2o/lEs_XjwxZOg/s400/nicole-kidman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Fav style icon #2: Sienna Miller&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I know about her hard-partying lifestyle and her recent scandal with a married actor, buuut, fashion-wise, she's one of my inspirations. I especially admire how she can look so effortlessly chic in her day-to-day outfits. It's as if she has a magic wand to magically throw super stylish outfits on her body whenever she goes for a walk, shopping or meals with friends. She's really one heck of a fashionista!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/STaGwopaFpI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/hlOlDq6d8c8/s1600-h/sienna-miller-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275552183614051986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/STaGwopaFpI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/hlOlDq6d8c8/s400/sienna-miller-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/STaGwduTWmI/AAAAAAAAB2A/b_BibuV2h1Y/s1600-h/SiennaMiller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275552180681792098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/STaGwduTWmI/AAAAAAAAB2A/b_BibuV2h1Y/s400/SiennaMiller.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/STaGwi8LhAI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/D2oKzwqEeHk/s1600-h/sienna-miller-style.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275552182082176002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/STaGwi8LhAI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/D2oKzwqEeHk/s400/sienna-miller-style.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/STaGwS5c0AI/AAAAAAAAB2I/KtxBE1tLPJY/s1600-h/sienna-miller-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275552177775759362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 307px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/STaGwS5c0AI/AAAAAAAAB2I/KtxBE1tLPJY/s400/sienna-miller-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Fav style icon #3: Charlize Theron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Last but not least, hailing from South Africa, this bronzed goddess can do no wrong when it comes to dressing for awards shows and events. Super classy and chic. Her curves play a part in making her look super fantastic in any dress she puts on. When not attending glitzy events, she dresses casually in simple assembles and still manages to look fashionably hot!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/STaGhMqcvWI/AAAAAAAAB14/4_V_SEpNusY/s1600-h/charlize_theron2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275551918404189538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/STaGhMqcvWI/AAAAAAAAB14/4_V_SEpNusY/s400/charlize_theron2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/STaGgypuvGI/AAAAAAAAB1w/5lxCLINE27s/s1600-h/charlize+theron+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275551911421852770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/STaGgypuvGI/AAAAAAAAB1w/5lxCLINE27s/s400/charlize+theron+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/STaF7BqVYfI/AAAAAAAAB1I/uPqKqn0uk8M/s1600-h/charlize1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275551262615888370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/STaF7BqVYfI/AAAAAAAAB1I/uPqKqn0uk8M/s400/charlize1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/STaF89yMT9I/AAAAAAAAB1o/Wd4i1sTwcMA/s1600-h/charlize_theron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275551295934844882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/STaF89yMT9I/AAAAAAAAB1o/Wd4i1sTwcMA/s400/charlize_theron.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/STaF8vx4pmI/AAAAAAAAB1g/zrirraWLiZU/s1600-h/charlize+theron+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275551292175459938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/STaF8vx4pmI/AAAAAAAAB1g/zrirraWLiZU/s400/charlize+theron+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/STaF76eNllI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/zaQFyiZjQiA/s1600-h/charlize+theron+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275551277865866834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/STaF76eNllI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/zaQFyiZjQiA/s400/charlize+theron+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So there they are, my top 3 fav style icons :) Whenever I'm in doubt, I look to them for style and fashion inspiration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347242670316289562-978740797299024518?l=crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/978740797299024518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347242670316289562&amp;postID=978740797299024518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/978740797299024518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/978740797299024518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-fav-style-icons.html' title='My Fav Style Icons'/><author><name>T</name><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/_eNajPdQHyCU/STaHA_pQfrI/AAAAAAAAB2g/FkrdVXYTNcQ/s72-c/NicoleKidman3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347242670316289562.post-8203013508480889082</id><published>2008-12-03T20:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T21:06:51.350+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The secret thoughts of the fashion diva in Me...'/><title type='text'>The Attack of the Falsies!!! Arrgghhh...</title><content type='html'>I can't help noticing a growing tend among KL girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FALSIES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/STaBaCJ47OI/AAAAAAAAB1A/qsvVOdMoLwA/s1600-h/falsies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275546297766046946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 350px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/STaBaCJ47OI/AAAAAAAAB1A/qsvVOdMoLwA/s400/falsies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dunno why nowadays, girls are wearing falsies wherever they go. Whether its to work, shopping, dinner, partying, just jalan-jalan, everywhere I look, I will see girls having fake lashes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me wonder... Is it necessary to put on falsies each and everytime they're out? No matter what the occasion is? Don't they feel it's such a hassle to glue on the lashes and when they get home, remove it? Not to mention the cost. How many times can you recycle the lashes? Max 5 times? That's if you're extra careful. Hmmm... So why are girls troubling themselves with this routine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it makes your eyes seem larger and makes you look more doll-like, but, to put them on EACH TIME you go out? Even just for shopping or drinks or dinner with friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I've seen a lot of girls in Singapore, Thailand, Hong Kong and Taiwan don falsies in the streets and I do think it's weird for them to do so but now, this phenomenon is attacking my own country!! Furthermore, I've noticed the falsies used are really 'FALSE'. As in, they really look super fake. So obvious it is fake. Like bits of hair stuck to the eye lids. Why can't those girls buy natural looking falsies so at least when they put them on, it'll look more natural and people can't tell at first glance from a distance that they're wearing false lashes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me old fashioned or whatsoever, but I still prefer to use good 'ol mascaras. There are really good ones in the market nowadays. Those that have fibre and lengthen and volumize lashes are my fav. Waterproof, non-smudging and totally easy to remove. Don't need oil-based eye makeup remover to remove 'em. Just tepid water will do. The fibre will slide right off the lashes. Does wonders for the eyes and still I can protect my eyes without the constant rubbing to remove stubborn mascara. I love these mascaras:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/STaBMOEb7cI/AAAAAAAAB0w/MEBVO1RGVgo/s1600-h/dejavu+fiberwig+mascara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275546060446232002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/STaBMOEb7cI/AAAAAAAAB0w/MEBVO1RGVgo/s400/dejavu+fiberwig+mascara.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even has small ones for lower lashes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/STaBMe7qllI/AAAAAAAAB04/iZUXbvWkvXQ/s1600-h/tinysniperhd8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275546064972846674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/STaBMe7qllI/AAAAAAAAB04/iZUXbvWkvXQ/s400/tinysniperhd8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Loreal's latest wonder mascara...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/STaBLv2HgkI/AAAAAAAAB0o/tL0RTrD_Dw4/s1600-h/beauty-tubes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275546052333109826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 79px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/STaBLv2HgkI/AAAAAAAAB0o/tL0RTrD_Dw4/s400/beauty-tubes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm not a stage performer, show hostess, dancer, etc, so there is no need for falsies for me. I only use falsies when I attend wedding dinners or special events, and even then, I chose to go with the most natural looking ones that I can find. Not keen to tell the whole world that there's something fake on my eyes.&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/6347242670316289562-8203013508480889082?l=crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/8203013508480889082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347242670316289562&amp;postID=8203013508480889082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/8203013508480889082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/8203013508480889082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/2008/12/attack-of-falsies-arrgghhh.html' title='The Attack of the Falsies!!! Arrgghhh...'/><author><name>T</name><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/_eNajPdQHyCU/STaBaCJ47OI/AAAAAAAAB1A/qsvVOdMoLwA/s72-c/falsies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347242670316289562.post-2572537852505496045</id><published>2008-12-03T20:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T20:51:31.526+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as it is...'/><title type='text'>MICE Training</title><content type='html'>I'm soooo glad to be home after 3 loooong days away at AGH for training...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The days are super long&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nothing to do except sit quietly and listen to the trainer &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[bored la!!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Food sucks &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BIG TIME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!! Imagine eating lousy food with no taste at the &lt;strong&gt;SAME&lt;/strong&gt; restaurant 3 meals a day for &lt;strong&gt;THREE DAYS&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Training room felt like the dead of winter in London&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Can't sleep coz room was stuffy &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[can't open the windows as our room was located right above the kitchen and greasy fumes will get into the room and stink up everything]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and it was super noisy with people singing karaoke til late into the night&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I broke a couple of my nails &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[ok, I know this is not relevant to the training, but what the heck...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My tummy felt sick for 3 whole days&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, I am super happy to be HOME SWEET HOME!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, oh, I just remembered, there was 1 highlight. During dinner on the 2nd night, we got to see the &lt;em&gt;'Smiling Moon'&lt;/em&gt;. Very rare sight. 2 stars located above a crescent moon and shaped like a smiley face. Quickly snapped pics of it. Dunno whether will be able to see this again in this lifetime.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dunno why there are karaoke sessions organised during dinner for both nights. There were only a handful of people from my department at the training. 90% of the attendees were from the sales dept. They had fun singing on stage. Not us. We retreated to our rooms right after dinner. Anti-social?? Nope. Just that we're really tired. Did I learn anything from this training. Yup, a bit, which are useful for my job.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275543141425678274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/STZ-iT3tB8I/AAAAAAAAB0Y/5kZcLl_Qkhs/s400/MICE+training.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Okay... Wanna go eat now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347242670316289562-2572537852505496045?l=crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/2572537852505496045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347242670316289562&amp;postID=2572537852505496045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/2572537852505496045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/2572537852505496045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/2008/12/mice-training.html' title='MICE Training'/><author><name>T</name><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/_eNajPdQHyCU/STZ-iT3tB8I/AAAAAAAAB0Y/5kZcLl_Qkhs/s72-c/MICE+training.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347242670316289562.post-60713134228346189</id><published>2008-12-03T20:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T20:37:32.375+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events/ Celebrations/ Special Occasions'/><title type='text'>Shu's Birthday!!</title><content type='html'>We celebrated Shu's birthday last month. Went for dinner with her, then, went for a bit of grocery shopping before heading home for her cake-cutting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way home, Jeremy called and asked us to buy soya milk. Shu drove us to the nearest pasar malam to get it. Cut the long story short, there was a bit of drama while buying the soya milk regarding the size of the pack, etc, but we managed to sort it out and got home in time to cut the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/STZ8ldJznHI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/NIj6yJy_MzI/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275540996433878130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 187px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/STZ8ldJznHI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/NIj6yJy_MzI/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SHU!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347242670316289562-60713134228346189?l=crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/60713134228346189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347242670316289562&amp;postID=60713134228346189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/60713134228346189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/60713134228346189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/2008/12/shus-birthday.html' title='Shu&apos;s Birthday!!'/><author><name>T</name><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/_eNajPdQHyCU/STZ8ldJznHI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/NIj6yJy_MzI/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347242670316289562.post-22792867224879822</id><published>2008-12-03T19:57:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T20:27:24.499+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events/ Celebrations/ Special Occasions'/><title type='text'>A birthday &amp; farewell song...</title><content type='html'>This is a really outdates post. Sorry, I've been busy, no time to blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we celebrated Alan's belated birthday and Elaine's belated farewell at &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Red Box&lt;/span&gt; last month. Being the super crazy&lt;em&gt; 'cam-whoring-mic-hogging'&lt;/em&gt; bunch that we are, of coz, the celebration won't be complete without a lot of joking and laughing sessions. Silly antics emerged, unpredictable comedic things happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme start at the begining of the day... Everybody was excited but mantained their composure but when 5pm rolled in,&lt;em&gt; 'some'&lt;/em&gt; people couldn't contain their excitement any longer. They start by cam-whoring in the office...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/STZ2ig5hO4I/AAAAAAAAB0I/B8udUUEdhiI/s1600-h/rb1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275534348829932418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/STZ2ig5hO4I/AAAAAAAAB0I/B8udUUEdhiI/s400/rb1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then, on the way to Red Box, with Alice on the wheel, Alan couldn't stop nagging and complaining about the traffic. According to him, we should walk and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NOT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;drive coz we're wasting precious time being stuck in traffic and he wanted to use up every second of our booking time to sing... Okaaay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After endless noise from Alan, we finally arrived at our destination &lt;em&gt;*phew*&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[thank god!!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party began...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody was hungry, so in the begining we just ate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we haven't warmed up yet, we were politely and civic-ly snapping pics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/STZ2V1oXf6I/AAAAAAAAB0A/YqnvQs2WRik/s1600-h/rb2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275534131056836514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 329px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/STZ2V1oXf6I/AAAAAAAAB0A/YqnvQs2WRik/s400/rb2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a while, all of our&lt;em&gt; 'horns and forked-tails'&lt;/em&gt; began to show...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/STZ2JvLCCVI/AAAAAAAABz4/ABi4cor1KIA/s1600-h/rb3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275533923164752210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/STZ2JvLCCVI/AAAAAAAABz4/ABi4cor1KIA/s400/rb3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We tak tau malu, kept adding songs to our list til when the birthday boy wanted to add in some of his songs, the list was full and he hadta wait. It happened not once, not twice but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THREE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;times!! Well, the fastest person will get the sing and the slowest will just hafta sit at the corner and listen and clap and cheer. This is our policy. Sorry, no exceptions, whether you're the birthday boy, star, VIP, whoever... Our policy stands. Alan was bored, therefore he asked Matthias to help snap pics of him posing as if he's in a recording studio, recording his first album. Gila!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/STZ15hsM6aI/AAAAAAAABzw/PKjcgmzROQE/s1600-h/rb4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275533644667873698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/STZ15hsM6aI/AAAAAAAABzw/PKjcgmzROQE/s400/rb4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When we decided to give our voices a rest, we began to pose, ala vogue photo shoot style... Haha... Alice makes a great prop. We posed and posed using her as a prop and she never missed a note, still went on singing... Very &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PRO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After kacau-ing Alice, YY became the next victim. YY's not as pro as Alice. She gets distracted easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/STZ1hGy-OJI/AAAAAAAABzo/qJNfAgoHZRI/s1600-h/rb5a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275533225131653266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/STZ1hGy-OJI/AAAAAAAABzo/qJNfAgoHZRI/s400/rb5a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then, it was my turn to be a prop. Haha... Alice is a super poser. Can do the&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; 'S' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;pose effortlessly. Not everyone can achieve that, you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/STZ1U_jcHXI/AAAAAAAABzg/H8V9m0hdyR0/s1600-h/rb5b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275533017029025138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/STZ1U_jcHXI/AAAAAAAABzg/H8V9m0hdyR0/s400/rb5b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After all the crazy posing, we resumed singing. Alice was supposed to write down the &lt;em&gt;'pin yin'&lt;/em&gt; of one of my fav mandarin songs for me so that I can sing it with her &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[yess, my chinese is BAAAAD!!! Can't read not write. Cakap boleh but also not very good :(]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, but she didn't do her homework. Outta 2 pages of lyrics, she only completed half page of the &lt;em&gt;'pin yin'&lt;/em&gt;... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Grrrr....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After hours, it's time for us to go...Takkan wait to be kicked out... Haha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye bye Elaine!! I'm sure you're enjoying your new job now. The office looks super nice compared to ours :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/STZ1Jlcl1SI/AAAAAAAABzY/E-NG-MzNGek/s1600-h/rb6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275532821042418978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/STZ1Jlcl1SI/AAAAAAAABzY/E-NG-MzNGek/s400/rb6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before ending this post, please take a look at the paparazzi pic of Alice, YY and I. Taken by non other than &lt;strong&gt;Mr. Ray Mak&lt;/strong&gt;!! Dunno why he decided to take a pic of us waiting to cross the road to get back to the office and not say hi to us. He was in his car. Can easily drive up to the side of the road and greet us. Instead, he chose to snap our pic and email to us. Apa la!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, Ray Mak, you got potential to become a good paparazzi. Pic quite good. Can tell it's us. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/STZ02tgJjNI/AAAAAAAAByw/adlcPW2Lj6g/s1600-h/paparazzi+pix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275532496787311826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/STZ02tgJjNI/AAAAAAAAByw/adlcPW2Lj6g/s400/paparazzi+pix.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347242670316289562-22792867224879822?l=crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/22792867224879822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347242670316289562&amp;postID=22792867224879822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/22792867224879822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/22792867224879822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/2008/12/birthday-farewell-song.html' title='A birthday &amp; farewell song...'/><author><name>T</name><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/_eNajPdQHyCU/STZ2ig5hO4I/AAAAAAAAB0I/B8udUUEdhiI/s72-c/rb1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347242670316289562.post-3208429322590160399</id><published>2008-11-15T17:24:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T17:49:56.870+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as it is...'/><title type='text'>Bye-Bye Mini Me!</title><content type='html'>Celebrated Alan's early birthday lunch @ &lt;a href="http://www.izzi.com.my/"&gt;Izzi&lt;/a&gt; last Thursday. His birthday was on the following day&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt; [7.11.2008]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; but everyone was not free on that day to celebrate with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SR6Wk6FxDfI/AAAAAAAAByo/LVyDaJ-ltBw/s1600-h/Alan"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268814174882958834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SR6Wk6FxDfI/AAAAAAAAByo/LVyDaJ-ltBw/s400/Alan%27s+Bday+Lunch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then, Tuesday marked Elaine's last day with us. She's going for a better job opp and the company she's going to is a good one, so all the best to her, though we'll definitely miss her. Can't believe she's the first to leave :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was stuck in back-to-back meetings on that day, I got to her farewell lunch late and didn't manage to snap any pics with her. She got a couple of pressies, a photo frame with her as the princess &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Giselle_(Disney)"&gt;Giselle&lt;/a&gt; in '&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Enchanted_(film)"&gt;Enchanted&lt;/a&gt;' and also the witch &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[dunno why she's in both roles, must ask ADL who did it]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and a bag from us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards the end of the day, she was busy running around, saying her goodbyes and taking pics with everyone. When it's my turn, I insisted we take about 10 shots since I missed out on the photo taking opp during lunch. So here it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SR6WbZyMC9I/AAAAAAAAByg/RD1f4mkS6l0/s1600-h/Elaine"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268814011592084434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SR6WbZyMC9I/AAAAAAAAByg/RD1f4mkS6l0/s400/Elaine%27s+Last+Day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Let's take a stroll down memory lane on the past&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt; [almost]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 2 years that Elaine and I were colleagues and the happenings/activities/ events that we experienced together:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* FOC talents for YY's shoot...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SR6WJ_8OSiI/AAAAAAAAByQ/lZHAyGjLdQc/s1600-h/shoot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268813712597076514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SR6WJ_8OSiI/AAAAAAAAByQ/lZHAyGjLdQc/s400/shoot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; * Paintball @ Bukit Tinggi...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SR6WJoN4PmI/AAAAAAAAByI/p0u5WXa5058/s1600-h/paintball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268813706228678242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 95px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SR6WJoN4PmI/AAAAAAAAByI/p0u5WXa5058/s400/paintball.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; * All the &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;zzzZZZ&lt;/span&gt; trainings we attended together plus restless me annoying her :P Distracting people from their training is my forte... Since I can't concentrate, they can't too!! Kekekekekeke&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt; [evil laugh]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SR6WKJ_5SJI/AAAAAAAAByY/p1zwqryFfc8/s1600-h/training.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268813715296831634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SR6WKJ_5SJI/AAAAAAAAByY/p1zwqryFfc8/s400/training.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; * Outings together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SR6WJpWGWaI/AAAAAAAAByA/FpOCNndDLoE/s1600-h/outings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268813706531592610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SR6WJpWGWaI/AAAAAAAAByA/FpOCNndDLoE/s400/outings.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; * All the house parties we were at...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SR6VxOdTdGI/AAAAAAAABx4/GazgIGJvveU/s1600-h/house+parties.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268813286997193826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SR6VxOdTdGI/AAAAAAAABx4/GazgIGJvveU/s400/house+parties.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; * Just chilling and hanging out at the office area...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SR6Vw7Zh_xI/AAAAAAAABxw/RUuveqHZ1Gc/s1600-h/hanging+out.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268813281881095954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SR6Vw7Zh_xI/AAAAAAAABxw/RUuveqHZ1Gc/s400/hanging+out.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; * Being posers-SS-green-ambassadors...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SR6Vw7f0MEI/AAAAAAAABxo/vcInbCAjjhY/s1600-h/green+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268813281907454018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SR6Vw7f0MEI/AAAAAAAABxo/vcInbCAjjhY/s400/green+a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; * Crazy clubbing nights out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SR6VwoX9N8I/AAAAAAAABxg/Vokj58q88cY/s1600-h/clubbing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268813276774217666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SR6VwoX9N8I/AAAAAAAABxg/Vokj58q88cY/s400/clubbing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; * Doing charity together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SR6VwQuX8ZI/AAAAAAAABxY/-97GfK634zw/s1600-h/charity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268813270425792914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 99px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SR6VwQuX8ZI/AAAAAAAABxY/-97GfK634zw/s400/charity.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; * First and last annual dinner together...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SR6VmgHIRZI/AAAAAAAABxQ/6Yde7LyRs0s/s1600-h/AD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268813102757463442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 92px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SR6VmgHIRZI/AAAAAAAABxQ/6Yde7LyRs0s/s400/AD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Bye mini me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, don't forget us &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[and my B********y!!!!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Hehehehehe... All da best! I'm sure you'll have a great fun time in your new job and lotsa new learning opportunities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep in touch!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;P/S: Why do emo? Still have the&lt;strong&gt; "Alan's-Birthday-cum-Elaine's-Farewell"&lt;/strong&gt; karaoke + dinner session on Friday... Heheheehe....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/6347242670316289562-3208429322590160399?l=crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/3208429322590160399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347242670316289562&amp;postID=3208429322590160399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/3208429322590160399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/3208429322590160399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/2008/11/bye-bye-mini-me.html' title='Bye-Bye Mini Me!'/><author><name>T</name><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/_eNajPdQHyCU/SR6Wk6FxDfI/AAAAAAAAByo/LVyDaJ-ltBw/s72-c/Alan%27s+Bday+Lunch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347242670316289562.post-1532107507077157079</id><published>2008-11-15T14:37:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T17:24:06.591+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as it is...'/><title type='text'>Last Friday: Quantum of Solace + Mist</title><content type='html'>Last Friday &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[not yesterday]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I watched the latest Bond movie '&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Quantum_of_Solace"&gt;Quantum of Solace&lt;/a&gt;' &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[dunno what the title means]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.gsc.com.my/RD/cinemas2.asp?search=signature"&gt;GSC Signature&lt;/a&gt; together with Suilin, Kenny, Alison and a bunch of other people. There was a huge crowd at the cinema, no doubt, all going to catch this latest Bond flick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't say I thoroughly enjoyed the movie, though the action starts right at the begining of the movie til the end. I really don't agree with &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Daniel_Craig"&gt;Daniel Craig&lt;/a&gt; being &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/James_bond"&gt;Bond&lt;/a&gt;. I just don't think he&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; IS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Bond. He's just weird as Bond. I don't really remember the storyline for '&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/James_bond"&gt;Casino Royale&lt;/a&gt;', so I didn't get some parts in this movie as it's a continuation from 'Casino Royale' and some of the characters would talk about things that happened in the previous movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SR6KmXvGp9I/AAAAAAAABxI/6v-HUokXKa0/s1600-h/1.james+bond.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268801005881305042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SR6KmXvGp9I/AAAAAAAABxI/6v-HUokXKa0/s400/1.james+bond.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He's really not suitable to be James Bond. Don't ask me why. I just don't feel the 'Bond' in him &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[no offense to Daniel Craig's fans! This is just my personal opinion]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SR6Kie2FWnI/AAAAAAAABxA/X1VxJVRhFuI/s1600-h/2.daniel+craig+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268800939070151282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SR6Kie2FWnI/AAAAAAAABxA/X1VxJVRhFuI/s400/2.daniel+craig+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Although I must say, he did buff up for the role. He's looking super good for a man his age ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SR6Ke9rS2GI/AAAAAAAABw4/UA6_RHMbIA0/s1600-h/3.daniel+craig+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268800878626920546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SR6Ke9rS2GI/AAAAAAAABw4/UA6_RHMbIA0/s400/3.daniel+craig+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'd like to think of Bond as suave, smooth, confident... A super-spy with a sense of humor and weakness for women. But this Bond is rough, raw and quite violent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SR6KbN2LvDI/AAAAAAAABww/vg2OJ08ZG3c/s1600-h/4.daniel+craig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268800814248082482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SR6KbN2LvDI/AAAAAAAABww/vg2OJ08ZG3c/s400/4.daniel+craig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And, what's a Bond movie without the Bond girls? Introducing new Bond girl, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Olga_Kurylenko"&gt;Olga Kurylenko&lt;/a&gt;. She is pretty. But not very lady-like in her gestures and on how she walks. Not very refined. Not that elegant. Don't know if this opinion of mine on her is influenced by her other movies that I've seen prior to this movie &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[she was in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hitman_(2007_film)"&gt;Hitman&lt;/a&gt;, where she played a prostiture and in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Max_Payne_(film)"&gt;Max Payne&lt;/a&gt;, where she played this sexy vixen who wanted to have a ONS with Mark Wahlberg]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SR6KXxgykbI/AAAAAAAABwo/t9OGJC0M0IU/s1600-h/5.olga+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268800755102552498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SR6KXxgykbI/AAAAAAAABwo/t9OGJC0M0IU/s400/5.olga+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She's one tough looking chick intent on getting her revenge. But hmmm.... I still have my reservations on her as a Bond girl&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt; [again, no offense to all her fans out there]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gemma_Arterton"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268800697809761378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 363px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SR6KUcFH9GI/AAAAAAAABwg/lM7svvRJB8c/s400/6.olga.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Gemma Arterton&lt;/a&gt; played MI6 agent Strawberry Fields. I don't really know if she's considered a Bond girl in this movie or she's just making a cameo appearance coz her on-screen time was very short. She appeared in less than 5 scenes, I think. Not exactly the femme fatale kinda Bond girl &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[if she IS considered one]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SR6KQ5wU3RI/AAAAAAAABwY/SV70dOF44vg/s1600-h/7.fields.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268800637056113938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SR6KQ5wU3RI/AAAAAAAABwY/SV70dOF44vg/s400/7.fields.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Or maybe Gemma did appear in more scenes, just that we, Malaysian audiences don't get the priviledge of watching it due to our censorship board's razor-sharp scissors :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scene below was not shown in the movie. Maybe I should get the original DVD. Then, I'll be able to find out if Gemma appeared more in the movie or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Judi_Dench"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268800582633253458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SR6KNvA56lI/AAAAAAAABwQ/wh-JAAWwCvo/s400/8.bond+%26+fields.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Dame Judi Dench&lt;/a&gt; played &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/M_(James_Bond)"&gt;M&lt;/a&gt; to perfection. I'd love to be M. She just sits around in the office, barking orders at her agents. Or relax in her luxurious pad with a 6-star bathroom after work, still barking orders at her poor agents via her hi-tech phone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SR6KJceQWfI/AAAAAAAABwI/ki4P63RdcOc/s1600-h/9.m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268800508936608242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SR6KJceQWfI/AAAAAAAABwI/ki4P63RdcOc/s400/9.m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The villain in this movie is &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dominic_Greene"&gt;Dominic Green&lt;/a&gt;, played by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mathieu_Amalric"&gt;Mathieu Amalric&lt;/a&gt;. One look at this dude is enough to know that he's evil. He has this psycho aura about him. Slimy, cruel, unpredictable and prone to have violent outbursts. Perfect bad guy, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SR6KGdsOpgI/AAAAAAAABwA/rwUOO2qAIsU/s1600-h/10.green.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268800457724044802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SR6KGdsOpgI/AAAAAAAABwA/rwUOO2qAIsU/s400/10.green.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I won't talk much about Quantum of Solace as not to give away the storyline to those who have not watched it. So, this is is about the movie. Just a brief write-up on the main characters you'd see in this movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, speaking of Bond girls, I love &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eva_Green"&gt;Eva Green&lt;/a&gt; as &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vesper_Lynd"&gt;Vesper Lynd&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt; [Bond's love] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;from Casino Royale. That's what I call a Bond girl. Refined, elegant, lady-like, witty and intelligent. Really &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Eva Green. She has such a mesmerizing gaze. A mysterious aura about her. She makes it hard for you to look elsewhere when she's in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SR6KDBebU3I/AAAAAAAABv4/HOw4ZPY0xgY/s1600-h/11.vesper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268800398610355058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SR6KDBebU3I/AAAAAAAABv4/HOw4ZPY0xgY/s400/11.vesper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bond is so happy and in love with her. Too bad she hadta die :'( Wish she could reprise her role as Vesper coz she's such a great Bond girl. But, I don't think the movie producers can't bring back the dead... Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SR6J_MtnSWI/AAAAAAAABvw/5DOSvw6kMiA/s1600-h/12.vesper+&amp;amp;+bond.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268800332907366754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SR6J_MtnSWI/AAAAAAAABvw/5DOSvw6kMiA/s400/12.vesper+%26+bond.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Which is hotter? Eva or Olga? Both have very exotic looks, both are sexy. Both are Bond girls. Take your pick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SR6J8MTaX5I/AAAAAAAABvo/qhUKvxx6rho/s1600-h/13.bond+girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268800281257861010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SR6J8MTaX5I/AAAAAAAABvo/qhUKvxx6rho/s400/13.bond+girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okies, enough with all the Bond talk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the movie, we went to Mist to join Lam, Loo and Clement. I was quite surprised to see the club so empty. No long queues at the entrance, no pushy crowd inside. Frankly speaking, there was very few people in there. For a Friday night, I don't think this is good for a club. Even though the crowd's so-so, I must say the music's a blast! Really great R&amp;amp;B stuff. The DJs rocked!! Hung out there til almost closing time, then balik rumah tidur...&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SR5ubfvUNRI/AAAAAAAABuQ/g4CJOq0sVN8/s1600-h/Mist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268770032725538066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SR5ubfvUNRI/AAAAAAAABuQ/g4CJOq0sVN8/s400/Mist.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347242670316289562-1532107507077157079?l=crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/1532107507077157079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347242670316289562&amp;postID=1532107507077157079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/1532107507077157079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/1532107507077157079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/2008/11/last-friday-quantum-of-solace-mist.html' title='Last Friday: Quantum of Solace + Mist'/><author><name>T</name><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/_eNajPdQHyCU/SR6KmXvGp9I/AAAAAAAABxI/6v-HUokXKa0/s72-c/1.james+bond.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347242670316289562.post-3542902606501131521</id><published>2008-11-13T22:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:55:34.315+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as it is...'/><title type='text'>I'm SICK!!! :'(</title><content type='html'>Yes, I'm sick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SICK!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept the whole day. The meds seem to be working really slow :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past week has been crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Lil Arin's full moon party on Sunday&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt; [Arin's Michelle's new baby girl]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Caught up with Michelle and Jo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Jessie's be-early birthday dinner on Monday night at &lt;a href="http://www.alexis.com.my/"&gt;Alexis&lt;/a&gt;. My day was a hectic one. Drove my lil baby to the groomer's in the morning before hopping into a cab to the 'highlands' to bring some suppliers around for a site visit. Hadta rush down from the&lt;em&gt; 'highlands'&lt;/em&gt; to pickup my lil baby from the groomer's before dashing to pick Suilin up for dinner. Phew!! Tiring... But I had a great catchup session with the girls :) So it's all worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had back to back meetings on Tuesday from early morning til lunchtime. It's Elaine's last day but didn't manage to snap any pics with her during her farewell lunch. I made her make up for it by snapping 10 shots with me in the office before she left &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[will post up the pics later]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. She's going to a better place. with better opportunities and progression. So, I'm happy for her and wish her all the best!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to look at some booth units at a couple of suppliers' place yesterday. Drove around here and there. When I finally got back to the office, it was close to 4pm. I was already feeling quite sick at that time. Went to see the doctor and got a MC for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... Was I pushing myself to much? Am I sick due to lack of sleep, rest and am too tired and exhausted? I dunno...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I know is I don't enjoy being sick. And the worst part of being sick is I get all sorts of strange cravings for food I'm not supposed to have til I get better. Urgh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just ate but I'm already feeling super hungry now. Izit the meds that's causing all the cravings and hunger???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347242670316289562-3542902606501131521?l=crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/3542902606501131521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347242670316289562&amp;postID=3542902606501131521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/3542902606501131521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347242670316289562/posts/default/3542902606501131521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhazydreamer.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-sick.html' title='I&apos;m SICK!!! :&apos;('/><author><name>T</name><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-6347242670316289562.post-1767199752227199634</id><published>2008-11-03T21:32:00.035+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:41:35.376+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Travels'/><title type='text'>Bangkok ~ Shopaholic's Paradise</title><content type='html'>Yesss, I'm back from the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bangkok"&gt;land&lt;/a&gt; of super cheap clothes, speeding bright pink cabs &amp;amp; tuk-tuks and glorious Tom Yam!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm broke but happy :) Got such a lot of stuff, all steals!! I packed minimal for this trip and even included an empty travelling bag coz I know for sure I'll be returning home with double, maybe triple loads of stuff :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaacob and I started our trip on an early Thursday morning. Went to LCCT, checked in, had breakfast and waited to board the plane. I was sitting there, wishing time will fly by quickly so that I could board the aircraft and escape the noisy waiting hall with irritating announcements made over an extremely loud speaker. Why do the airport management allow such awful announcements to be made, I'll never know. Why they use speakers that are deafening and cracking, will remain a mystery. I just hope I'd never hafta be in that hall again with those awful announcements booming over the awful speakers every 2 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally boarded the aircraft after about 15-20 minutes. I slept all the way to Bangkok. Didn't wake to eat or drink. I woke up only when we were about to land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new &lt;a href="http://www.bangkokairportonline.com/"&gt;Bangkok Airport&lt;/a&gt; ~ Suvarnabhumi Airport...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SQ8GBZYMAnI/AAAAAAAABuI/6_TWR1eyp0E/s1600-h/1.day+1+@+airport.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264433110481371762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SQ8GBZYMAnI/AAAAAAAABuI/6_TWR1eyp0E/s400/1.day+1+%40+airport.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After clearing immigration, we got inside a cab to get to our &lt;a href="http://www.siamatsiam.com/"&gt;hotel&lt;/a&gt;. I must say, this hotel is super fantastic!! Really, it is!! But the same can't be said about our cabbie. He seemed a little confused over where we told him to drive us to&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[the communication barrier didn't help] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and took us to &lt;a href="http://www.siamparagon.co.th/v3/index2.html"&gt;Siam Paragon&lt;/a&gt;. We told him &lt;em&gt;"No, no, &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; Siam Paragon, we want to go to Siam @ Siam Hotel!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, after a detour, we finally managed to reach the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendly hotel staff greeted us the moment we stepped outta the cab. They collected our luggage and told us it will be taken to our room. A very friendly lady then proceeded to bring us into the hotel to check in, giving us a short fam trip on the hotel as we went. She showed us where we're gonna have breakfast every morning, explained to us where the spa is located then took us to the lobby, which is on the 12th floor to check in. After checking in, she informed us where the pool is and where the other restaurants and lounges of the hotel are. She then took us to our room, and showed us our amenities, etc. Truly hospitable. Our luggage arrived as she finished speaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I start on what I did for the trip, I must gush about the hotel coz it's just &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so damn nice!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; The entire hotel smells of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lavender"&gt;lavender&lt;/a&gt;! Imagine that!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, lemme start with our room &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[bear with me here ;P]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. The room is spacious with really nice deco, clean toilet and a huge beg with two, &lt;strong&gt;TWO&lt;/strong&gt; comforters. Great, right??!! The design of the room is really creative and the color scheme is consistent with the entire hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SQ8Fxsgk2TI/AAAAAAAABuA/N7zKD6sztbQ/s1600-h/2.room+1607.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264432840738920754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/
