<?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-30865559</id><updated>2011-11-02T00:08:19.285+08:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='Monthisary'/><category term='WTFs'/><category term='Outings'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Uni-related'/><category term='Festive'/><category term='Spiritual'/><category term='Relationship'/><category term='Emo-sified'/><category term='Movie'/><category term='(:'/><category term='Advertorial'/><category term='Biffy'/><category term='Meme'/><category term='Baby'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='ChiqLaBelle'/><category term='Birthdays'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Serious shites'/><category term='Pictures'/><category term='Lols'/><category term='Work'/><category term='Dance'/><category term='Video'/><category term='Bitchings'/><title type='text'>In Between Dreams</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>436</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-2929298249082432363</id><published>2011-11-02T00:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T00:08:19.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>I am sick and tired of everything.&lt;div&gt;I don't want to even try anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every time I try, I just feel it's useless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, perhaps I'll just let every bit of it fall into its own place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I should just stop trying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hell, you can't please everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I for sure as hell can't please anyone for that matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything I do, is flawed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is perfection? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything I do, is insufficient.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What will suffice? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will someone please show me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't even blog as much anymore. Have I become such a bore? Have life become so mundane that I don't find anything interesting to talk about? And, all I talk about is work and how I've progressed in work? Perhaps, it's another phase you say. Ain't too sure. I wish things were simple again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-2929298249082432363?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2929298249082432363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=2929298249082432363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/2929298249082432363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/2929298249082432363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2011/11/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-4937271602491402607</id><published>2011-10-10T21:15:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T22:54:12.541+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Malacca/PD October 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;shortly after i started working, i went on a trip to malacca and port dickson with theboyfriend and his friends. it was just a short trip. we stayed in malacca on the first night and port dickson on the second.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't really recall the name of the malacca hotel but we stayed at the legend international water homes in pd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iZIrFmIyNvY/TpL1v3b89yI/AAAAAAAAAng/TVFqPvLYmtk/s1600/001%2Bcopy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iZIrFmIyNvY/TpL1v3b89yI/AAAAAAAAAng/TVFqPvLYmtk/s1600/001%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661857884241983266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;#1 - weng keet and ivyin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2-k_CTyoGAg/TpL1vlFbD-I/AAAAAAAAAnY/5BVO9xwRf1A/s1600/002%2Bcopy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2-k_CTyoGAg/TpL1vlFbD-I/AAAAAAAAAnY/5BVO9xwRf1A/s1600/002%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661857879315648482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#2 - in malacca hotel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we checked in and relaxed a little and then head out to jonker street for some food. and, chicken rice ball is a must!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4JGeAPvMrCw/TpL1aKzQcXI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/y2VukGEG9po/s1600/003%2Bcopy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4JGeAPvMrCw/TpL1aKzQcXI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/y2VukGEG9po/s1600/003%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661857511482880370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#3 - we totally cleaned everything up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after fulfilling our very basic need, we decided to walk it off and proceeded to the church of st. paul. i think, you really learn how to appreciate things like this as you grow older. the beauty of the ruins and whatnots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6sHzTd1x8g8/TpL1aLmFQXI/AAAAAAAAAnI/v3jv0jfjPAQ/s1600/004%2Bcopy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6sHzTd1x8g8/TpL1aLmFQXI/AAAAAAAAAnI/v3jv0jfjPAQ/s1600/004%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661857511696056690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#4 - ruins of church of st. paul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FJZOiH1fON8/TpL1Z7wVz4I/AAAAAAAAAnA/09kEl7hNLxY/s1600/005%2Bcopy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FJZOiH1fON8/TpL1Z7wVz4I/AAAAAAAAAnA/09kEl7hNLxY/s1600/005%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661857507444117378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#5 - it is a popular place for wedding photography as of late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;many couples have chosen the outdoor photography instead of the studio photography for their wedding pictures. malacca is one of the top picks for outdoor photography, and they do it mostly at the historical sites.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w9xFGauTKas/TpL1Z9Sg2JI/AAAAAAAAAm4/PChp4VDb_VE/s1600/006%2Bcopy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w9xFGauTKas/TpL1Z9Sg2JI/AAAAAAAAAm4/PChp4VDb_VE/s1600/006%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661857507855882386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#6 - the boys l-r: mun fai, wai loon, and theboyfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CQ_pQteO1f8/TpL1ZuUgMNI/AAAAAAAAAmw/hsIAHn4TAt4/s1600/007%2Bcopy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CQ_pQteO1f8/TpL1ZuUgMNI/AAAAAAAAAmw/hsIAHn4TAt4/s1600/007%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661857503837696210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#7 - theboyfriend and myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh i also think this was when he broke his fake rayban aviators nyehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4pRLzz_Sj2Y/TpL0_QdKxZI/AAAAAAAAAmo/pVyZQX24jNQ/s1600/008%2Bcopy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4pRLzz_Sj2Y/TpL0_QdKxZI/AAAAAAAAAmo/pVyZQX24jNQ/s1600/008%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661857049144378770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#8 - another shot of the ruins of st. paul's church, in an artistic way :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VeYhNIGlNEQ/TpL0_LxCX0I/AAAAAAAAAmg/lbo7EUl758w/s1600/009%2Bcopy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VeYhNIGlNEQ/TpL0_LxCX0I/AAAAAAAAAmg/lbo7EUl758w/s1600/009%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661857047885537090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#9 - lookie here l-r: theboyfriend, wai loon, pui leng, and mun fai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lxu_kL0D60Q/TpL0_IDc6XI/AAAAAAAAAmY/uHx4os4UUjc/s1600/010%2Bcopy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lxu_kL0D60Q/TpL0_IDc6XI/AAAAAAAAAmY/uHx4os4UUjc/s1600/010%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661857046889032050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#10 - on the inside of the ruins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wsfA_a3OVUc/TpL0-67AX_I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/b5dvKpFXKgE/s1600/011%2Bcopy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wsfA_a3OVUc/TpL0-67AX_I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/b5dvKpFXKgE/s1600/011%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661857043363946482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#11 - a hot sunny day calls for a refreshing lime ice cream :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YjKV1O-gBUM/TpL0-1DeozI/AAAAAAAAAmI/_ZhyAamTOwM/s1600/012%2Bcopy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YjKV1O-gBUM/TpL0-1DeozI/AAAAAAAAAmI/_ZhyAamTOwM/s1600/012%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661857041788871474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#12 - the lone flower.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z5U92piUisc/TpLz6Wi0BeI/AAAAAAAAAmA/NLDPbx6cyrE/s1600/013%2Bcopy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z5U92piUisc/TpLz6Wi0BeI/AAAAAAAAAmA/NLDPbx6cyrE/s1600/013%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661855865367692770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#13 - the girls l-r: ivyin, ee pei, yours truly, pui leng, and joynise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0uUO6TYWQpI/TpLz6CoHokI/AAAAAAAAAl4/5n58tXNUIAQ/s1600/014%2Bcopy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0uUO6TYWQpI/TpLz6CoHokI/AAAAAAAAAl4/5n58tXNUIAQ/s1600/014%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661855860021240386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#14 - the boys l-r: theboyfriend, wai loon, chaw yuen, and mun fai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LMJxDox-1xQ/TpLz6JFYtCI/AAAAAAAAAlw/YRnjZHy2whM/s1600/015%2Bcopy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LMJxDox-1xQ/TpLz6JFYtCI/AAAAAAAAAlw/YRnjZHy2whM/s1600/015%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661855861754606626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#15 - wai loon and his 'magician' pose. well, that's what he said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we just visited the stadthuys and called it a day. went back to freshen up and out we go again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ArC_V3sd5Hw/TpLz55UdaFI/AAAAAAAAAlo/2NJixtKbtgE/s1600/016%2Bcopy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ArC_V3sd5Hw/TpLz55UdaFI/AAAAAAAAAlo/2NJixtKbtgE/s1600/016%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661855857522862162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#16 - satay celup is a must!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the queue for the satay celup was so long, it's amazing how people are willing to wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oqnGrIQE9xI/TpLz5nWcnpI/AAAAAAAAAlg/GFDNp8KL8s4/s1600/017%2Bcopy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oqnGrIQE9xI/TpLz5nWcnpI/AAAAAAAAAlg/GFDNp8KL8s4/s1600/017%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661855852699360914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#17 - the food!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8riRKhXT9QY/TpLy00v5DmI/AAAAAAAAAlY/HNmAuRR8WOo/s1600/018%2Bcopy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8riRKhXT9QY/TpLy00v5DmI/AAAAAAAAAlY/HNmAuRR8WOo/s1600/018%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661854670884769378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#18 - more food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uUT9Z7z8e5E/TpLy0i9zMpI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/qMImFUOr0Rc/s1600/019%2Bcopy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uUT9Z7z8e5E/TpLy0i9zMpI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/qMImFUOr0Rc/s1600/019%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661854666111267474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#19 - guess who is the glutton :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i probably psyched myself too much when we were queuing up -- telling myself the food has to be super awesome for the queue to be that long. and when we started eating, i was disappointed. i didn't find it amazing but it's definitely something different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;probably just not my cup of tea. but i will probably say you haven't been to malacca until you've tried the chicken rice ball and satay celup. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qj2aY5bp2HI/TpLy0mbFoHI/AAAAAAAAAlI/4Ve9w2OA_AI/s1600/020%2Bcopy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qj2aY5bp2HI/TpLy0mbFoHI/AAAAAAAAAlI/4Ve9w2OA_AI/s1600/020%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661854667039416434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#20 - brunch the next day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEZC-Kp6NOs/TpLy0XXxQdI/AAAAAAAAAlA/IE5sOQZ6P88/s1600/021%2Bcopy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEZC-Kp6NOs/TpLy0XXxQdI/AAAAAAAAAlA/IE5sOQZ6P88/s1600/021%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661854662998966738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#21 - you need lots of rice :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after brunch, we headed for pd and this is what greets us!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EfP_ZxB1QCo/TpLyrdWwL_I/AAAAAAAAAkw/eEkD8ANRsnM/s1600/023%2Bcopy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EfP_ZxB1QCo/TpLyrdWwL_I/AAAAAAAAAkw/eEkD8ANRsnM/s1600/023%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661854509986492402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#22 - the pool. ain't very big but big enough for everyone to jump in and chill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the photos were taken before the guys ruined everything haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4o5qGI2qRyc/TpLyrRVO8TI/AAAAAAAAAko/q_jbDUIywsQ/s1600/024%2Bcopy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4o5qGI2qRyc/TpLyrRVO8TI/AAAAAAAAAko/q_jbDUIywsQ/s1600/024%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661854506758893874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#23 - two queen-sized beds in one room. there's another queen-sized bed in the other room that has a connecting door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UOgeP1NBuq8/TpLyrO6NUHI/AAAAAAAAAkg/VMp7dRsGFZQ/s1600/025%2Bcopy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UOgeP1NBuq8/TpLyrO6NUHI/AAAAAAAAAkg/VMp7dRsGFZQ/s1600/025%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661854506108670066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#24 - the pool is just right next to the bed. so, you probably don't need to shower in the morning hehe. just roll over into the pool lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rpbTlx7Z20E/TpLyrOikZSI/AAAAAAAAAkY/3FzRa6EvjGE/s1600/026%2Bcopy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rpbTlx7Z20E/TpLyrOikZSI/AAAAAAAAAkY/3FzRa6EvjGE/s1600/026%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661854506009519394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#25 - in the lobby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sj6DCFrGcKg/TpLyq7LcurI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/EaYaOKtj0FE/s1600/027%2Bcopy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sj6DCFrGcKg/TpLyq7LcurI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/EaYaOKtj0FE/s1600/027%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661854500812274354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#26 - girls gotta do what a girls gotta do -- camwhore!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8ow6zQvX7Ts/TpLycgx-z6I/AAAAAAAAAkI/JHoQk1Vbmok/s1600/028%2Bcopy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8ow6zQvX7Ts/TpLycgx-z6I/AAAAAAAAAkI/JHoQk1Vbmok/s1600/028%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661854253207965602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#27 - posing maut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3lBEmf4pMkc/TpLycRk7GaI/AAAAAAAAAkA/RlYkErgAbpk/s1600/029%2Bcopy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3lBEmf4pMkc/TpLycRk7GaI/AAAAAAAAAkA/RlYkErgAbpk/s1600/029%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661854249126664610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#28 - pui leng and yours truly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pui leng is one of the sweetest girl you can ever meet in your life. my life is such a blessing for having her around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VgGLK7LcKd4/TpLycQkdSZI/AAAAAAAAAj4/14IxyLKd804/s1600/030%2Bcopy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VgGLK7LcKd4/TpLycQkdSZI/AAAAAAAAAj4/14IxyLKd804/s1600/030%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661854248856275346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#29 - model wannabe :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6MvvCYUA_1M/TpLycNB4p6I/AAAAAAAAAjw/5DYowMMZ4ao/s1600/031%2Bcopy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6MvvCYUA_1M/TpLycNB4p6I/AAAAAAAAAjw/5DYowMMZ4ao/s1600/031%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661854247905961890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#30 - control macho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the 'tables' were arranged that way for us to play card and drinking games hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C9ejtHK1w0k/TpLycJQ-z-I/AAAAAAAAAjo/1mWcsGzQsJw/s1600/032%2Bcopy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C9ejtHK1w0k/TpLycJQ-z-I/AAAAAAAAAjo/1mWcsGzQsJw/s1600/032%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661854246895538146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#31 - the stock for the night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this summarizes my malacca/pd trip. definitely hoping for more trips in the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-4937271602491402607?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4937271602491402607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=4937271602491402607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/4937271602491402607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/4937271602491402607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2011/10/malaccapd-october-2010.html' title='Malacca/PD October 2010'/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iZIrFmIyNvY/TpL1v3b89yI/AAAAAAAAAng/TVFqPvLYmtk/s72-c/001%2Bcopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-7124395587133556321</id><published>2011-08-15T00:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T00:46:48.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rollin' in the Deep</title><content type='html'>There's a fire starting in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Reaching a fever pitch and it's bringing me out the dark.&lt;br /&gt;Finally I can see you crystal clear,&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead and sell me out and I'll lay your ship bare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how I'll leave, with every piece of you,&lt;br /&gt;Don't underestimate the things that I will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a fire starting in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Reaching a fever pitch and it's bringing me out the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The scars of your love, remind me of us.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They keep me thinking that we almost had it all,&lt;br /&gt;The scars of your love, they leave me breathless,&lt;br /&gt;I can't help feeling,&lt;br /&gt;We could have had it all,&lt;br /&gt;Rolling in the deep,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You had my heart inside your hand,&lt;br /&gt;And you played it,&lt;br /&gt;To the beat&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I have no story to be told,&lt;br /&gt;But I've heard one of you and I'm gonna make your head burn,&lt;br /&gt;Think of me in the depths of your despair,&lt;br /&gt;Making a home down there as mine sure won't be shared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scars of your love, remind me of us.&lt;br /&gt;They keep me thinking that we almost had it all,&lt;br /&gt;The scars of your love, they leave me breathless,&lt;br /&gt;I can't help feeling,&lt;br /&gt;We could have had it all.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rolling in the deep,&lt;br /&gt;You had my heart inside your hand,&lt;br /&gt;And you played it,&lt;br /&gt;To the beat.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could have had it all,&lt;br /&gt;Rolling in the deep,&lt;br /&gt;You had my heart inside your hand,&lt;br /&gt;But you played it,&lt;br /&gt;With a beating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throw your soul through every open door,&lt;br /&gt;Count your blessings to find what you look for,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Turn my sorrow into treasured gold,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You pay me back in kind and reap just what you sow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could have had it all,&lt;br /&gt;We could have had it all,&lt;br /&gt;We could have had it all,&lt;br /&gt;Rolling in the deep,&lt;br /&gt;You had my heart inside your hand,&lt;br /&gt;And you played it to the beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could have had it all,&lt;br /&gt;Rolling in the deep,&lt;br /&gt;You had my heart inside your hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you played it,&lt;br /&gt;You played it,&lt;br /&gt;You played it&lt;br /&gt;You played it to the beat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-7124395587133556321?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7124395587133556321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=7124395587133556321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/7124395587133556321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/7124395587133556321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2011/08/rollin-in-deep.html' title='Rollin&apos; in the Deep'/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-6985422220676415163</id><published>2011-06-19T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T23:23:28.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>So, apparently my attempt to blog has failed yet again. Looks like I'm never going to be disciplined enough to just sit down and post all those photos since last year haha.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhoo just a random thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So many places to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So many things that I want to do and see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet so little time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So little money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last line is true story my friends. Been contemplating buying an iPhone and an iPad but my good ol' (true story as well) Sony Ericsson W910i is still pretty fine and dandy. Far from fine actually. It's kinda dying on me. It loves playing dead (really!) when it suffers a blow. But other than the inconsiderate blackouts, I can still make calls and text people. Why do I sound like one of those old people who can't stand new technology haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But oh well like I said, so little money. Should I just save the money for something else and wait till my phone dies and only then I'll be forced to get a new phone (iPhone for sure just for the games HAHA) or should I just get it now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unwilling to part with the money wtf. Birthday's coming soon and perhaps I should start with a wishlist again HAHA. Oh boy do I need to revisit my previous wishlist and see what have I not gotten myself yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple of weeks ago I went to Perhentian and it was beautiful and amazing. This time I got to go with TheBoyfriend and he totally loved it there. He wants to do a Malaysian-island hopping trip haha. Perhentian-Lang Tengah-Redang! Now all we need is time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow is Monday and I promise myself I'll put in extra effort in trying to blog -- just like how I'm so used to going to the gym that if I don't go, I feel sick. d:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a good week ahead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-6985422220676415163?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6985422220676415163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=6985422220676415163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/6985422220676415163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/6985422220676415163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2011/06/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-2230449213667051210</id><published>2011-04-03T22:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T23:33:02.585+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Ooopsssss</title><content type='html'>Hahaha looks like I've abandoned the blog again -- just when I said I'd try to blog more often d:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I actually told myself to do the 365 thing. You know, a picture a day that kind of stuff, just to keep this blog alive. But I know I will not be able to do it, so heck care. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work has been interesting so far. Life is even more interesting haha. Been going to the gym on a regular basis now and it has worked wonders on my health! Not too sure about the physical side of things but I'm feeling more refreshed nowadays. I realized that I also am addicted to going to the gym.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I miss gym on the day that I planned on going (for whatever reasons), I feel really, really miserable. It is also really strange how I will feel more refreshed after going to gym after work. Usually after work I'll be like, sort of half-dead but if I go to the gym, I'll be like an energizer bunny after.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently people have been asking me how do I keep myself looking healthy and how do I keep my skin looking good. I can't exactly tell them what is the 'secret' here because in all honesty, there is no secret! But perhaps I'll just share with you what do I do on a daily basis:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One, I drink plenty of water. You need a lot of water especially if you're working in an air-conditioned environment. The air is so dry, that your skin will suffer as well. So, just keep yourself hydrated. I usually try to drink a glass of water every hour. Yep you'll definitely go to the toilet many times but it's good to flush out those toxins. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two, I do not apply makeup on a daily basis. I only apply makeup when I go out and that also depends on where I go. If you work for at least 8 hours, it's best not to put on any foundation at all. Well, unless your job requires you to put on makeup then you don't exactly have a choice. you'll probably say you look bad without any foundation etc but then again, the more makeup you load on your face, the worse it gets. I don't know about others but if I've had makeup on for 8 hours, I will have this feeling that my skin cannot breath. -_- If you cannot survive without a single trace of foundation, I will suggest using compact powder but, don't use the sponge and sponge everything onto your face. Use a brush (the whatever brush I don't know the terminology but as long as it is HUGE then it'll work) and just get a bit of the foundation on, then just lightly dust it over your face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Three, exfoliate. I do it once a week. Some people suggest doing it twice but doing it too often will just dry your skin up. At least that was what happened to me. Exfoliate your face in circular motion and don't rub too hard!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Four, exercise! This, my friends, has worked wonders for me haha. I do notice that I have better complexion now. It looks more refreshed. I especially like how I look after gym! Rosy cheeks and all woohoo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess these are my four important things to good skin. If you want to ask me about food, don't bother haha. That is because I will just eat whatever that's in my way. Fried oily stuff etc lol. But but but, smoking is a no-no. Drinking, yes, provided you flush yourself with a lot of water after. I have friends who smoke and those who don't, those who smoke, tend to have drier and older looking complexion. As for drinking, I realized it makes my skin really dry the next day so I try to drink a lot of water almost immediately after some booze. But then again, doesn't mean that drinking is good haha. Do it in moderation (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aiya whatever you do, it has to be in moderation anyway. Too much of something isn't good for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay there goes my Sunday. Am just gonna go take a shower and then hop off to bed :D Early night! Toodleydoo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-2230449213667051210?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2230449213667051210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=2230449213667051210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/2230449213667051210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/2230449213667051210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2011/04/ooopsssss.html' title='Ooopsssss'/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-89442791790948732</id><published>2011-02-24T20:14:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T20:14:00.562+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='(:'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uni-related'/><title type='text'>Graduation! *Smug*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Smug because I graduated! After all the sweat and blood through all the courseworks and puking blood because of groupmates etc, I have survived and obviously in the working world now. I am still surviving but I still puke blood from time to time haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Graduation was held in Palace of the Golden Horses on the 24th of July 2010 (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day started pretty shitty because EVERYONE in my family woke up late wtf but I got up early so when I was ready, the others were still sleeping wtf. Thank goodness for TheBoyfriend who was supposed to drive me there. So we left first and I got my robing all done!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gHYQuiJ-72M/TWDbr6nq2PI/AAAAAAAAAe8/8KhW0yaaCxI/s1600/001_resize%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gHYQuiJ-72M/TWDbr6nq2PI/AAAAAAAAAe8/8KhW0yaaCxI/s1600/001_resize%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575697886201174258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;#1 - I think it's the Chancellor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually I don't remember hahahaha. I remember Paul Boardman who was standing where we were queuing up to receive our scrolls telling me not to trip because I was wearing 4-inch heels. -_- But hey! Gotta graduate in style right (;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gHYQuiJ-72M/TWDbr6nq2PI/AAAAAAAAAe8/8KhW0yaaCxI/s1600/001_resize%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1631uBJIUNc/TWDbr6q2s4I/AAAAAAAAAe0/5HFW2E0Q4hU/s1600/002_resize%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1631uBJIUNc/TWDbr6q2s4I/AAAAAAAAAe0/5HFW2E0Q4hU/s1600/002_resize%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575697886214534018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#2 - Receiving my scroll&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The whole ceremony took about 2 hours and there were some freaking long names involved. Each time the dean managed the name we all clap, not for the graduate, but for the dean! Haha. I think I still have the list of graduates somewhere in my cupboard haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1631uBJIUNc/TWDbr6q2s4I/AAAAAAAAAe0/5HFW2E0Q4hU/s1600/002_resize%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WStkNPWhii4/TWDbrwrUHeI/AAAAAAAAAes/H9VXHZmtMe8/s1600/003_resize%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WStkNPWhii4/TWDbrwrUHeI/AAAAAAAAAes/H9VXHZmtMe8/s1600/003_resize%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575697883532107234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#3 - TheBoyfriend and I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WStkNPWhii4/TWDbrwrUHeI/AAAAAAAAAes/H9VXHZmtMe8/s1600/003_resize%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmxwmqiBXfY/TWDbrs6QPkI/AAAAAAAAAek/37fvTfmiSxQ/s1600/004_resize%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmxwmqiBXfY/TWDbrs6QPkI/AAAAAAAAAek/37fvTfmiSxQ/s1600/004_resize%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575697882521026114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#4 - Flowers from my parents and TheBoyfriend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmxwmqiBXfY/TWDbrs6QPkI/AAAAAAAAAek/37fvTfmiSxQ/s1600/004_resize%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SK_lKQKYbwQ/TWDbrvVrUsI/AAAAAAAAAec/HLksgi2VwsA/s1600/005_resize%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SK_lKQKYbwQ/TWDbrvVrUsI/AAAAAAAAAec/HLksgi2VwsA/s1600/005_resize%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575697883172917954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#5 - Family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SK_lKQKYbwQ/TWDbrvVrUsI/AAAAAAAAAec/HLksgi2VwsA/s1600/005_resize%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BiDbCvhHyHg/TWDbbZ582JI/AAAAAAAAAeU/L2UXoq-DeNE/s1600/006_resize%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BiDbCvhHyHg/TWDbbZ582JI/AAAAAAAAAeU/L2UXoq-DeNE/s1600/006_resize%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575697602541574290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#6 - Family and TheBoyfriend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a really, really hot day and the robe wasn't helping. Plus, it is black in colour and I am still wearing mortar board. Gosh I was sweating buckets! My 4-inch heels were giving me a bit of problem walking on grasses as they kept sinking in! Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BiDbCvhHyHg/TWDbbZ582JI/AAAAAAAAAeU/L2UXoq-DeNE/s1600/006_resize%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jHmcF5mCiNM/TWDbbC537II/AAAAAAAAAeM/tqbuaDXM4nM/s1600/007_resize%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jHmcF5mCiNM/TWDbbC537II/AAAAAAAAAeM/tqbuaDXM4nM/s1600/007_resize%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575697596367236226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#7 - Brenda and me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jHmcF5mCiNM/TWDbbC537II/AAAAAAAAAeM/tqbuaDXM4nM/s1600/007_resize%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q_V5-Gg1vEg/TWDba5GxSKI/AAAAAAAAAeE/GCsDpWFVdEc/s1600/008_resize%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q_V5-Gg1vEg/TWDba5GxSKI/AAAAAAAAAeE/GCsDpWFVdEc/s1600/008_resize%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575697593736972450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#8 - My housemates who graduated together (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt really happy that day because a few of my really good friends who told me that they couldn't make it, actually made it! Plus, they got me really nice flowers (: Sunflowers because I told Ronny sunflowers are nice and they got me lilies too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q_V5-Gg1vEg/TWDba5GxSKI/AAAAAAAAAeE/GCsDpWFVdEc/s1600/008_resize%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h4cGEn8gVOs/TWDbax9uvRI/AAAAAAAAAd8/HTzLhHvpIQE/s1600/009_resize%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h4cGEn8gVOs/TWDbax9uvRI/AAAAAAAAAd8/HTzLhHvpIQE/s1600/009_resize%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575697591820008722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#9 - (L-R): Manny, JJ, Ronny, myself, Phoony and KC&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;KC adjusted the tassel to somewhere in the middle to make me look like a retard thank you very much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h4cGEn8gVOs/TWDbax9uvRI/AAAAAAAAAd8/HTzLhHvpIQE/s1600/009_resize%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dOpX02x-3LE/TWDbapeaAII/AAAAAAAAAd0/Mi3zqFxdXJk/s1600/010_resize%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dOpX02x-3LE/TWDbapeaAII/AAAAAAAAAd0/Mi3zqFxdXJk/s1600/010_resize%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575697589541142658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#10 - My haul for the day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dOpX02x-3LE/TWDbapeaAII/AAAAAAAAAd0/Mi3zqFxdXJk/s1600/010_resize%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J6KWJ_znsM0/TWDbNH-161I/AAAAAAAAAds/Xaogg8e38sQ/s1600/011_resize%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J6KWJ_znsM0/TWDbNH-161I/AAAAAAAAAds/Xaogg8e38sQ/s1600/011_resize%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575697357212085074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#11 - Friends that you could never be thankful enough for having them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then again, they didn't want to help me with the flowers. So, I had to walk around with all the flowers and wearing the hot robe and mortar board. I'm amazed that I even made it through the day without fainting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J6KWJ_znsM0/TWDbNH-161I/AAAAAAAAAds/Xaogg8e38sQ/s1600/011_resize%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1p9DlACDiBk/TWDbM2ORTcI/AAAAAAAAAdk/lrRCDkNVxPo/s1600/012_resize%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1p9DlACDiBk/TWDbM2ORTcI/AAAAAAAAAdk/lrRCDkNVxPo/s1600/012_resize%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575697352444956098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#12 - Zi came too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1p9DlACDiBk/TWDbM2ORTcI/AAAAAAAAAdk/lrRCDkNVxPo/s1600/012_resize%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zOtVfkTCyoI/TWDbMn4oZBI/AAAAAAAAAdc/du7C4rc2WYQ/s1600/013_resize%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zOtVfkTCyoI/TWDbMn4oZBI/AAAAAAAAAdc/du7C4rc2WYQ/s1600/013_resize%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575697348596098066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#13 - Ready for our jump shot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zOtVfkTCyoI/TWDbMn4oZBI/AAAAAAAAAdc/du7C4rc2WYQ/s1600/013_resize%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w0ZWuLZzRTE/TWDbMvistBI/AAAAAAAAAdU/GXRkUd8Uwrg/s1600/014_resize%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w0ZWuLZzRTE/TWDbMvistBI/AAAAAAAAAdU/GXRkUd8Uwrg/s1600/014_resize%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575697350651589650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#14 - Woohooooooo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't remember how I manage to jump with those heels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w0ZWuLZzRTE/TWDbMvistBI/AAAAAAAAAdU/GXRkUd8Uwrg/s1600/014_resize%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CXNxHp2psa4/TWDbMX0x7SI/AAAAAAAAAdM/9NRDYVh6IEA/s1600/015_resize%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CXNxHp2psa4/TWDbMX0x7SI/AAAAAAAAAdM/9NRDYVh6IEA/s1600/015_resize%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575697344284978466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#15 - Then we all avoid the mortar boards from hitting us haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yann was like saying don't let your kids study master because there will only be so few people to throw their mortar boards haha. But then again, we couldn't find the others haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CXNxHp2psa4/TWDbMX0x7SI/AAAAAAAAAdM/9NRDYVh6IEA/s1600/015_resize%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pvbcb_mc5ZQ/TWDa9sY2A6I/AAAAAAAAAdE/vPVUe1_lpAw/s1600/016_resize%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pvbcb_mc5ZQ/TWDa9sY2A6I/AAAAAAAAAdE/vPVUe1_lpAw/s1600/016_resize%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575697092106912674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#16 - Housemates again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pvbcb_mc5ZQ/TWDa9sY2A6I/AAAAAAAAAdE/vPVUe1_lpAw/s1600/016_resize%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gYUqPtW2G_I/TWDa9aVeeSI/AAAAAAAAAc8/UzELSqa69_o/s1600/017_resize%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gYUqPtW2G_I/TWDa9aVeeSI/AAAAAAAAAc8/UzELSqa69_o/s1600/017_resize%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575697087260948770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#17 - The weird looking stem on one of the lilies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gYUqPtW2G_I/TWDa9aVeeSI/AAAAAAAAAc8/UzELSqa69_o/s1600/017_resize%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FdiK0FlIX8w/TWDa9I9siSI/AAAAAAAAAc0/wHgkpGsWvZk/s1600/018_resize%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FdiK0FlIX8w/TWDa9I9siSI/AAAAAAAAAc0/wHgkpGsWvZk/s1600/018_resize%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575697082597804322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#18 - All my housemates!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has definitely been fun living with them, creating havoc and doing silly things in the house! There was never a dull moment in the house as it is always full of noise and us shouting and laughing heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FdiK0FlIX8w/TWDa9I9siSI/AAAAAAAAAc0/wHgkpGsWvZk/s1600/018_resize%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x3J1kP2-XTc/TWDa9NGRFcI/AAAAAAAAAcs/xcFCczAV7io/s1600/019_resize%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x3J1kP2-XTc/TWDa9NGRFcI/AAAAAAAAAcs/xcFCczAV7io/s1600/019_resize%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575697083707495874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#19 - Taking a breather in the halls. It was really, really hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After taking photos in Palace of the Golden Horses and eating there, my family decided to go back to the campus to have some photos taken. After all, I'm not sure when will I even go back there. You also need something to hold on to after spending 4 years studying in that place. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My grandfather was in KL at that time so we brought him to my university to have some pictures taken. I can proudly say he is the proudest grandfather at that time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x3J1kP2-XTc/TWDa9NGRFcI/AAAAAAAAAcs/xcFCczAV7io/s1600/019_resize%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XNPCDcGZZ5Q/TWDa8_yghCI/AAAAAAAAAck/9VHNhwQAHfk/s1600/020_resize%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XNPCDcGZZ5Q/TWDa8_yghCI/AAAAAAAAAck/9VHNhwQAHfk/s1600/020_resize%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575697080134960162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#20 - My grandpa and me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XNPCDcGZZ5Q/TWDa8_yghCI/AAAAAAAAAck/9VHNhwQAHfk/s1600/020_resize%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gF9NYj0TwKY/TWDazWvYCoI/AAAAAAAAAcc/c8kOMPiaMD8/s1600/021_resize%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gF9NYj0TwKY/TWDazWvYCoI/AAAAAAAAAcc/c8kOMPiaMD8/s1600/021_resize%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575696914497145474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#21 - Family, grandpa and aunt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least, it wasn't raining on the day that I graduated. Otherwise we will have to take photographs with a gloomy weather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gF9NYj0TwKY/TWDazWvYCoI/AAAAAAAAAcc/c8kOMPiaMD8/s1600/021_resize%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTSTIDuKbGU/TWDazG-BJKI/AAAAAAAAAcU/zDQQNnyxR80/s1600/022_resize%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTSTIDuKbGU/TWDazG-BJKI/AAAAAAAAAcU/zDQQNnyxR80/s1600/022_resize%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575696910263592098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#22 - TheBoyfriend and I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTSTIDuKbGU/TWDazG-BJKI/AAAAAAAAAcU/zDQQNnyxR80/s1600/022_resize%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I7MX6kzc2A0/TWDay0d0p5I/AAAAAAAAAcM/5tAaiXc1-g8/s1600/023_resize%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I7MX6kzc2A0/TWDay0d0p5I/AAAAAAAAAcM/5tAaiXc1-g8/s1600/023_resize%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575696905296717714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#23 - Thank you very much University of Nottingham&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are actually many nice sceneries at the campus so we were walking around a bit and I almost died walking in those heels for the whole day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I7MX6kzc2A0/TWDay0d0p5I/AAAAAAAAAcM/5tAaiXc1-g8/s1600/023_resize%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dqU_HLsXG6E/TWDaylbPgRI/AAAAAAAAAcE/J3UOYkocHpI/s1600/024_resize%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dqU_HLsXG6E/TWDaylbPgRI/AAAAAAAAAcE/J3UOYkocHpI/s1600/024_resize%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575696901259362578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#24 - Grandpa and myself at the lake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were ducks at the lake and the number of them seemed to be dwindling. I'm not too sure about now but I sure hope the ducks are well! We actually have a facebook page for the ducks haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dqU_HLsXG6E/TWDaylbPgRI/AAAAAAAAAcE/J3UOYkocHpI/s1600/024_resize%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mMTNFaFoC7c/TWDayuMI57I/AAAAAAAAAb8/9V4_B979dG0/s1600/025_resize%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mMTNFaFoC7c/TWDayuMI57I/AAAAAAAAAb8/9V4_B979dG0/s1600/025_resize%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575696903611934642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#25 - Parents and I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mMTNFaFoC7c/TWDayuMI57I/AAAAAAAAAb8/9V4_B979dG0/s1600/025_resize%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aZGMjyzLQWo/TWDanY47WnI/AAAAAAAAAb0/zeDWA7JKW6g/s1600/026_resize%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aZGMjyzLQWo/TWDanY47WnI/AAAAAAAAAb0/zeDWA7JKW6g/s1600/026_resize%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575696708915649138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#26 - TheBoyfriend and I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aZGMjyzLQWo/TWDanY47WnI/AAAAAAAAAb0/zeDWA7JKW6g/s1600/026_resize%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tX-86__4NBo/TWDanAr7LyI/AAAAAAAAAbs/fRGX_Qg7i24/s1600/027_resize%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tX-86__4NBo/TWDanAr7LyI/AAAAAAAAAbs/fRGX_Qg7i24/s1600/027_resize%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575696702418661154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#27 - My grandpa's the true philosopher heh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tX-86__4NBo/TWDanAr7LyI/AAAAAAAAAbs/fRGX_Qg7i24/s1600/027_resize%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-27VBHhKtLTg/TWDam6B0TtI/AAAAAAAAAbk/6ldaYKOqiNw/s1600/028_resize%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-27VBHhKtLTg/TWDam6B0TtI/AAAAAAAAAbk/6ldaYKOqiNw/s1600/028_resize%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575696700631437010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#28 - TheBoyfriend, my brother and I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-27VBHhKtLTg/TWDam6B0TtI/AAAAAAAAAbk/6ldaYKOqiNw/s1600/028_resize%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZsXuD9Ooi50/TWDam9NA0eI/AAAAAAAAAbc/yzvYtKd9p4M/s1600/029_resize%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZsXuD9Ooi50/TWDam9NA0eI/AAAAAAAAAbc/yzvYtKd9p4M/s1600/029_resize%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575696701483700706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#29 - Family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I'm running out of things to say haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZsXuD9Ooi50/TWDam9NA0eI/AAAAAAAAAbc/yzvYtKd9p4M/s1600/029_resize%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-71TO4McAMmA/TWDamiFXnWI/AAAAAAAAAbU/q3BUHazcZgg/s1600/030_resize%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-71TO4McAMmA/TWDamiFXnWI/AAAAAAAAAbU/q3BUHazcZgg/s1600/030_resize%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575696694203882850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#30 - One last picture in the administration building&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kinda miss university actually. Going to class and doing courseworks and all! I mean, at least you get to skip class and no one cares and you get to take a nap after lunch lol. Ok I don't really take naps that much but still, it would be really nice to be able to just take a nap whenever I want to!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yay! Graduated and have moved on to the next chapter of my life (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-89442791790948732?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/89442791790948732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=89442791790948732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/89442791790948732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/89442791790948732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2011/02/graduation-smug.html' title='Graduation! *Smug*'/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gHYQuiJ-72M/TWDbr6nq2PI/AAAAAAAAAe8/8KhW0yaaCxI/s72-c/001_resize%2Bcopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-6017184054861843016</id><published>2011-02-20T14:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T15:38:05.512+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><title type='text'>The Boyfriend's 26th Birthday in 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;At one point in 2010, TheBF and his friends' favourite hangout place was Brussels Beer Cafe in Ampang. We spent almost every weekend there drinking and whatnot. Burned quite a hole in our pockets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-upY11qKXT44/TWC-B2B2VBI/AAAAAAAAAbM/oZdK7TLaR-E/s1600/01%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-upY11qKXT44/TWC-B2B2VBI/AAAAAAAAAbM/oZdK7TLaR-E/s1600/01%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575665277577090066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-upY11qKXT44/TWC-B2B2VBI/AAAAAAAAAbM/oZdK7TLaR-E/s1600/01%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#1 - Brussels Beer Cafe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus, one of TheBF's friends' customer opened this place. So we'd get some free beer food sometimes. Ambience was pretty good too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-upY11qKXT44/TWC-B2B2VBI/AAAAAAAAAbM/oZdK7TLaR-E/s1600/01%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Br3XK9C-07I/TWC-B3LwMWI/AAAAAAAAAbE/IRKDh18fq_M/s1600/02%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Br3XK9C-07I/TWC-B3LwMWI/AAAAAAAAAbE/IRKDh18fq_M/s1600/02%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575665277887066466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#2 - A worn out menu (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the birthday plan! I planned a surprise birthday celebration for him and made him think that it was just some normal meet up with his bros. But then again, I think I tried to surprise him one too many times, he kinda figured it all out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Br3XK9C-07I/TWC-B3LwMWI/AAAAAAAAAbE/IRKDh18fq_M/s1600/02%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qx_slfFMb_Y/TWC-BrPdBsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/UF09FC1xx-0/s1600/03%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qx_slfFMb_Y/TWC-BrPdBsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/UF09FC1xx-0/s1600/03%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575665274681362114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#3 - Wai Loon and Pui Leng&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What happened was, one of his friends, Mun Fai, was supposed to mass text everyone saying we're going for a drink etc but then TheBF didn't really want to go wtf! I was like &lt;i&gt;"BUT I WANT TO GOOOO!!!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then obviously he got a little suspicious haha and he was like smirking the whole night and saying &lt;i&gt;"I know what's going on now"&lt;/i&gt;. -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qx_slfFMb_Y/TWC-BrPdBsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/UF09FC1xx-0/s1600/03%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iy7hUroX7Do/TWC97X-2FRI/AAAAAAAAAa0/AuD3bEutxiY/s1600/04%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iy7hUroX7Do/TWC97X-2FRI/AAAAAAAAAa0/AuD3bEutxiY/s1600/04%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575665166432212242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#4 - Wai Loon and me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then anyway finally he agreed to go but another problem that surfaced was the cake. I entrusted the cake to Mun Fai to bring to Brussels as it wouldn't make sense for me to bring it and still call it a surprise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then, Mun Fai arrived late with the cake and TheBoyfriend saw him holding the cake and promptly turned to me and gave me the stupidest grin you have ever seen in your entire life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Face palm*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iy7hUroX7Do/TWC97X-2FRI/AAAAAAAAAa0/AuD3bEutxiY/s1600/04%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UNxocMFF2z0/TWC97Q5QNhI/AAAAAAAAAas/YVYQ4PIAZgI/s1600/05%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UNxocMFF2z0/TWC97Q5QNhI/AAAAAAAAAas/YVYQ4PIAZgI/s1600/05%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575665164529710610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#5 - Me, Wai Loon and Pui Leng camwhoring and keeping ourselves entertained&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But anyway it was all good TheBoyfriend was like &lt;i&gt;"It's the thought that counts"&lt;/i&gt; but then again, epic fail wtf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UNxocMFF2z0/TWC97Q5QNhI/AAAAAAAAAas/YVYQ4PIAZgI/s1600/05%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LKjagSW4Tec/TWC97BwWB_I/AAAAAAAAAak/9O8yE1-20qs/s1600/06%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LKjagSW4Tec/TWC97BwWB_I/AAAAAAAAAak/9O8yE1-20qs/s1600/06%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575665160465811442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#6 - The girls (L-R): Me, Pui Leng, Ee Pei and Joynise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LKjagSW4Tec/TWC97BwWB_I/AAAAAAAAAak/9O8yE1-20qs/s1600/06%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SmV8L3Swz5c/TWC97BgiiWI/AAAAAAAAAac/F058cqkoUWM/s1600/07%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SmV8L3Swz5c/TWC97BgiiWI/AAAAAAAAAac/F058cqkoUWM/s1600/07%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575665160399522146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#7 - Yep you guessed it. This is Mun Fai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SmV8L3Swz5c/TWC97BgiiWI/AAAAAAAAAac/F058cqkoUWM/s1600/07%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ww5O_jepvNQ/TWC9648mUNI/AAAAAAAAAaU/WGRijfJNuCo/s1600/08%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ww5O_jepvNQ/TWC9648mUNI/AAAAAAAAAaU/WGRijfJNuCo/s1600/08%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575665158101291218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#8 - Mandatory posey shot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since it wasn't much of a surprise anymore, I just went to the guy and asked him to bring out the cake which I got from my neighbour. My neighbour bakes and sells cake from home (: Plus, they are super yummy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ww5O_jepvNQ/TWC9648mUNI/AAAAAAAAAaU/WGRijfJNuCo/s1600/08%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yDxlQbhzpNc/TWC9sv7rXuI/AAAAAAAAAaM/ZbcUDglJWJo/s1600/09%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yDxlQbhzpNc/TWC9sv7rXuI/AAAAAAAAAaM/ZbcUDglJWJo/s1600/09%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575664915163340514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#9 - I think he hasn't realized that the cake is behind him haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I opted for TWENTY SIX candles for him to blow them all out muahahahaha. I mean, that's the only fun part right d: Should have gotten those that you can't blow them off. You know, the trick candles muahahahaha. Imagine, all TWENTY SIX of them lighting up again hahahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yDxlQbhzpNc/TWC9sv7rXuI/AAAAAAAAAaM/ZbcUDglJWJo/s1600/09%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jlEvFZgD71Q/TWC9sMkqP9I/AAAAAAAAAaE/4VWNNQ1caB0/s1600/10%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jlEvFZgD71Q/TWC9sMkqP9I/AAAAAAAAAaE/4VWNNQ1caB0/s1600/10%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575664905671557074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#10 - Yep this is his surprised face -_- What a terrible actor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jlEvFZgD71Q/TWC9sMkqP9I/AAAAAAAAAaE/4VWNNQ1caB0/s1600/10%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WQp247hAp9w/TWC9sD7gmqI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/QDM4j0nzNp0/s1600/11%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WQp247hAp9w/TWC9sD7gmqI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/QDM4j0nzNp0/s1600/11%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575664903351474850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#11 - The waiters/waitresses and Mun Fai trying to light the candles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It wasn't an easy task I swear! The airconditioning was turned on and was blowing directly at the cake so they had to turn it off for a minute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WQp247hAp9w/TWC9sD7gmqI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/QDM4j0nzNp0/s1600/11%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sgKz4AEmUd4/TWC9rz92C8I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/ZMXZJO97CCA/s1600/12%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sgKz4AEmUd4/TWC9rz92C8I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/ZMXZJO97CCA/s1600/12%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575664899066301378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#12 - American Chocolate Cake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha some candles were already blown off but I think we actually lighted them up again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sgKz4AEmUd4/TWC9rz92C8I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/ZMXZJO97CCA/s1600/12%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-20dcISqEII8/TWC9rvxaffI/AAAAAAAAAZs/LcgKBeBGtGQ/s1600/13%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-20dcISqEII8/TWC9rvxaffI/AAAAAAAAAZs/LcgKBeBGtGQ/s1600/13%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575664897940422130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#13 - TheBF and me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-20dcISqEII8/TWC9rvxaffI/AAAAAAAAAZs/LcgKBeBGtGQ/s1600/13%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s4HkPDoN8OI/TWC9drQUx9I/AAAAAAAAAZk/zDyAjUIenWQ/s1600/14%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s4HkPDoN8OI/TWC9drQUx9I/AAAAAAAAAZk/zDyAjUIenWQ/s1600/14%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575664656209725394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#14 - Champagne on the house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was really nice of them to give us a bottle of champagne on the house! It was a REAL surprise as the waiter brought the bottle over and we were like &lt;i&gt;"No we didn't order anything"&lt;/i&gt; and he said &lt;i&gt;"No worries! It's on the house!"&lt;/i&gt; AWESOME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s4HkPDoN8OI/TWC9drQUx9I/AAAAAAAAAZk/zDyAjUIenWQ/s1600/14%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pn0WNIubSWg/TWC9dTB6lVI/AAAAAAAAAZc/BzlBXsmc6gE/s1600/15%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pn0WNIubSWg/TWC9dTB6lVI/AAAAAAAAAZc/BzlBXsmc6gE/s1600/15%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575664649706837330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#15 - I huff and I puff, and I blow your house down! Eh I mean candles off!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pn0WNIubSWg/TWC9dTB6lVI/AAAAAAAAAZc/BzlBXsmc6gE/s1600/15%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jOU0a7AqIHQ/TWC9daSVd2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/ieYGIWfTb4Y/s1600/16%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jOU0a7AqIHQ/TWC9daSVd2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/ieYGIWfTb4Y/s1600/16%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575664651654756194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#16 - An attempt at an artistic shot using Pui Leng's camera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do think I should get a DSLR haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jOU0a7AqIHQ/TWC9daSVd2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/ieYGIWfTb4Y/s1600/16%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b6eejw4lrG4/TWC9dOxxyuI/AAAAAAAAAZM/w7Lxe2jLvJs/s1600/17%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b6eejw4lrG4/TWC9dOxxyuI/AAAAAAAAAZM/w7Lxe2jLvJs/s1600/17%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575664648565410530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#17 - Doing what a girlfriend should do -- cut the cake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b6eejw4lrG4/TWC9dOxxyuI/AAAAAAAAAZM/w7Lxe2jLvJs/s1600/17%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2Nfv8xgS3U4/TWC9dLzSKqI/AAAAAAAAAZE/xIC5hmLfdHE/s1600/18%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2Nfv8xgS3U4/TWC9dLzSKqI/AAAAAAAAAZE/xIC5hmLfdHE/s1600/18%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575664647766420130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#18 - Pui Leng and me suffering from headaches haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not only did we get champagne on the house that night! We were also given complimentary two bottles of beer woohoo! I love beer!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remembered it being a good night and everyone was happy! That is definitely the most important thing (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I kinda miss that place haha. 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I am making it a point to blog about all of them! I am reviving this blog (hopefully) hahahaha.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last year I celebrated my birthday at Rainforest Sports Bar in Pavilion with some friends. Two different groups in fact. Not an easy task mingling around in two groups. Well, you know what they say about hosting parties and inviting people from different groups d:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But no problemo! Beer solves all the awkward problems. Soon after, everyone is friends with one another teehees I loike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QtD-zUZLllA/TVZfH_15VHI/AAAAAAAAAW4/ujgaHDZzzP4/s1600/24th%2Bbday%2B001%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QtD-zUZLllA/TVZfH_15VHI/AAAAAAAAAW4/ujgaHDZzzP4/s400/24th%2Bbday%2B001%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572746179918779506" style="cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 405px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#1 - Carlsberg for the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kbZ_Ilf1QgY/TVZfH1-gtdI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YmB_lM_JlPk/s1600/24th%2Bbday%2B002%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kbZ_Ilf1QgY/TVZfH1-gtdI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YmB_lM_JlPk/s400/24th%2Bbday%2B002%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572746177270560210" style="cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 405px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#2 - Group picture with TheEpics and TheBuddies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a fun night I remember. But TheBuddies chose the place as they get to place me in the spotlight (yes the stage) for the night. I had to sing and dance wtf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All's cool though I'm not showing any videos muahahahaha. TheEpics didn't get to see my epic performance obviously, because they were all so late!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Ce3e5iEJAI/TVZfIAhbZXI/AAAAAAAAAXI/7n4fJTgpuDs/s1600/24th%2Bbday%2B003%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Ce3e5iEJAI/TVZfIAhbZXI/AAAAAAAAAXI/7n4fJTgpuDs/s400/24th%2Bbday%2B003%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572746180101367154" style="cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 405px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#3 - Drinking with TheEpics&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least I embarrass myself in front of lesser people. The crowd was smaller as the night was still young haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was also World Cup season at that time and if you squint hard enough you'll see that I'm clutching the teeniest vuvuzela ever haha. A plastic one thank you very much. But, the sound effect is still good, but not as good. I still have the mini vuvuzela in my drawer nyehehehe. Next World Cup yo! 2014 haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-glVRX_QCcCU/TVZfIcwXmPI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/8PZYJDWbm8U/s1600/24th%2Bbday%2B004%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-glVRX_QCcCU/TVZfIcwXmPI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/8PZYJDWbm8U/s400/24th%2Bbday%2B004%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572746187680225522" style="cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 405px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#4 - Bottoms up for those who want to leave early! (This is Nic)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-chkMefjgIsc/TVZfIXC0cWI/AAAAAAAAAXY/_shaA2d9GDg/s1600/24th%2Bbday%2B005%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-chkMefjgIsc/TVZfIXC0cWI/AAAAAAAAAXY/_shaA2d9GDg/s400/24th%2Bbday%2B005%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572746186147000674" style="cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 405px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#5 - Vuvuzela in action!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See! Everyone's eyeing my vuvuzela. They alllll want one too! Then I think they managed to get it from the waiter wtf and I thought I was special that night just because it was my birthday. Suddenly everyone got one too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N2QOjE3POC4/TVZfeC-ksyI/AAAAAAAAAXg/qouqcJDC-d8/s1600/24th%2Bbday%2B006%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N2QOjE3POC4/TVZfeC-ksyI/AAAAAAAAAXg/qouqcJDC-d8/s400/24th%2Bbday%2B006%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572746558717604642" style="cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 405px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#6 - Turtles drink up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u8fK5byuPI4/TVZfeV7CF3I/AAAAAAAAAXo/rRcrkdKL71M/s1600/24th%2Bbday%2B007%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u8fK5byuPI4/TVZfeV7CF3I/AAAAAAAAAXo/rRcrkdKL71M/s400/24th%2Bbday%2B007%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572746563803027314" style="cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 405px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#7 - That's me terrorizing everyone with my vuvuzela. Terence looked very afraid haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember I was going around blowing the MINI vuvuzela at everyone's ears. So yea everyone was like "Oh shit nooooo" haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ixj8krBKUQQ/TVZfem7wUbI/AAAAAAAAAXw/UPWijMLVovg/s1600/24th%2Bbday%2B008%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ixj8krBKUQQ/TVZfem7wUbI/AAAAAAAAAXw/UPWijMLVovg/s400/24th%2Bbday%2B008%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572746568369459634" style="cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 405px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#8 - With KC and Phoony&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5xZi4ruqvBM/TVZfepUIMVI/AAAAAAAAAX4/GEc3Jj6DnR0/s1600/24th%2Bbday%2B009%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5xZi4ruqvBM/TVZfepUIMVI/AAAAAAAAAX4/GEc3Jj6DnR0/s400/24th%2Bbday%2B009%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572746569008558418" style="cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 405px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#9 - Wait! Let me take a sip!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be really honest, I don't know when I started getting tipsy that night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pE5o6AjC1uA/TVZfexny_aI/AAAAAAAAAYA/7ECo-uYZLRU/s1600/24th%2Bbday%2B010%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pE5o6AjC1uA/TVZfexny_aI/AAAAAAAAAYA/7ECo-uYZLRU/s400/24th%2Bbday%2B010%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572746571238538658" style="cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 405px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#10 - Yep look at my face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was all over the place that night. DJ station scratching the disc, on the stage, running around. Sigh. There went my reputation. Past tense because I think I've got my reputation back hahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7hli55syob0/TVZfprebiqI/AAAAAAAAAYI/_30lEsFOTBU/s1600/24th%2Bbday%2B011%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7hli55syob0/TVZfprebiqI/AAAAAAAAAYI/_30lEsFOTBU/s400/24th%2Bbday%2B011%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572746758567201442" style="cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 405px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#11 - Happy party peopleeee (((((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kO7RjNO9oGM/TVZfp6BF4RI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/MV7OZL4zbYQ/s1600/24th%2Bbday%2B012%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kO7RjNO9oGM/TVZfp6BF4RI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/MV7OZL4zbYQ/s400/24th%2Bbday%2B012%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572746762470678802" style="cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 405px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#12 - My gleeful face lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friends make you drink more. Really, only friends will make you drink more. Like "Heyyy it's your birthday you must drinkkkk" or "Hey that wasn't even called drinking. Drink moreeee" Lol. At least my friends didn't just dump me aside when I got a bit high haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iuvXgsLjDZM/TVZfqUeHXHI/AAAAAAAAAYY/AHSaRN1_pAY/s1600/24th%2Bbday%2B013%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iuvXgsLjDZM/TVZfqUeHXHI/AAAAAAAAAYY/AHSaRN1_pAY/s400/24th%2Bbday%2B013%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572746769571732594" style="cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 640px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#13 - Hey Vince.. Wanna know something?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kbZ_Ilf1QgY/TVZfH1-gtdI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YmB_lM_JlPk/s1600/24th%2Bbday%2B002%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VA0rAuB4k1s/TVZfqbvkz_I/AAAAAAAAAYg/8jiZbbwJSuU/s1600/24th%2Bbday%2B014%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VA0rAuB4k1s/TVZfqbvkz_I/AAAAAAAAAYg/8jiZbbwJSuU/s400/24th%2Bbday%2B014%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572746771524014066" style="cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 640px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#14 - Yeah broken mini vuvuzela in your earssss!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My vuvuzela broke halfway through the night. All because they were snatching it away from me! So I was like holding on onto my mini vuvuzela and they pulled and it snapped. But I got a new oneeeee hahahahaha because it's my birthday! I think Chi Ming is keeping the broken one lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JUJ8irkMX1E/TVZfqpFvuGI/AAAAAAAAAYo/KTD5VAA-L4U/s1600/24th%2Bbday%2B015%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JUJ8irkMX1E/TVZfqpFvuGI/AAAAAAAAAYo/KTD5VAA-L4U/s400/24th%2Bbday%2B015%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572746775106664546" style="cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 405px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#15 - No we're not Carlsberg ambassadors&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pretty crazy night I'd say. I got sober again before we left so yep I didn't puke woohoooooo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I'm wondering how should I celebrate my 25th birthday this year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, have a good Valentine's evening tonight. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-2759635519526343277?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2759635519526343277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=2759635519526343277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/2759635519526343277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/2759635519526343277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2011/02/turning-24.html' title='Turning 24 (:'/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QtD-zUZLllA/TVZfH_15VHI/AAAAAAAAAW4/ujgaHDZzzP4/s72-c/24th%2Bbday%2B001%2Bcopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-5209349185362635688</id><published>2011-02-11T08:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T09:25:42.702+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Perhentian in 2010</title><content type='html'>This has been delayed for far too long. My first trip to Perhentian and will never be the last! I have already booked my flight tickets to Perhentian in May (: Well, not Perhentian per say but Kota Bharu and then we'll go to the jetty and jet our way to Perhentian in the old school 'jet' haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously I can't wait for Perhentian again. I just want to breathe in the salty air and have my mars shake roarrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/36948_644843946014_61305812_39829739_7566383_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 503.3px; height: 334.6px;" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/36948_644843946014_61305812_39829739_7566383_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 - Joey and I acting cool while 'jetting' to the island&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was one of the most random trips I've ever been to! Joey invited me along and I knew no one but her! But oh well I guess I'm kinda shameless since I actually tagged along for the trip muahahaha. A very good decision I must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/36948_644843960984_61305812_39829742_3006108_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 503.3px; height: 334.6px;" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/36948_644843960984_61305812_39829742_3006108_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 - Transferring to a smaller boat to get us to our hotel (L-R: Terence a.k.a HakkaBoi, me and JoeyBitch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/36948_644843990924_61305812_39829748_6440192_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 503.3px; height: 334.6px;" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/36948_644843990924_61305812_39829748_6440192_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 - The people who made Perhentian epic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Guys we need a new location!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/34547_406407567510_573877510_5152583_2693797_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 504px; height: 378px;" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/34547_406407567510_573877510_5152583_2693797_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 - It looks super serene and I can't wait to go back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed at Bubu Resort in the family room where there were 8 of us! There were 2 queen-sized beds and 1 double decker. 6 of us had to share the two queen-sized beds so.. lucky Vince and KittySoon they got the double deckers. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/34059_644844140624_61305812_39829758_5578887_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 334.6px; height: 503.3px;" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/34059_644844140624_61305812_39829758_5578887_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 - Who is disturbing my meal???????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/34059_644844160584_61305812_39829762_297659_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 504px; height: 378px;" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/34059_644844160584_61305812_39829762_297659_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6 - Woot! Lepak-ing in the sea after lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/34059_644844190524_61305812_39829768_3531534_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 504px; height: 378px;" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/34059_644844190524_61305812_39829768_3531534_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7 - We played a game where we had to throw balled-up sand at the frisbee. A hit on the frisbee will guarantee a drink for the one who is holding the frisbee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, I don't remember? Or was it that if we missed it, we have to drink? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/35839_644844290324_61305812_39829769_8316927_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 504px; height: 378px;" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/35839_644844290324_61305812_39829769_8316927_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8 - Gearing uppppp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 was spent out snorkelling. Actually you know what, I don't really remember what is the chronology of the events but aiya just go along with me ok! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played charades in the sea where Ping did her "Into The TOILET" thing and it was super funny because it's supposed to be TWILIGHT instead of TOILET hahaha. Then when we all got back to KL I found a super funny picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/37447_404550637510_573877510_5107125_1774556_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 403.2px; height: 504px;" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/37447_404550637510_573877510_5107125_1774556_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be really honest, I'm guilty of reading all four books from the series and I found it just A-okay. But, I don't get how a guy staring at a girl while she sleeps everynight, is romantic wtf. I'd be like "WTF YOU CREEP STAY AWAY".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/35839_644844330244_61305812_39829777_5528334_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 504px; height: 378px;" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/35839_644844330244_61305812_39829777_5528334_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9 - Epic turtle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did this after coming back from our snorkelling trip! It was epic hugeeeee! It took us quite a while to build the turtle. We drew the outline of it and started digging sand and piling them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see from the picture, I'm super tanned already (Well, for my standards that is). I've never liked being tanned. Tan doesn't make me look good ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/35839_644844365174_61305812_39829784_1367000_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 378px; height: 504px;" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/35839_644844365174_61305812_39829784_1367000_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10 - MonsterChiMing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's damn funny there was this kid who walked near Chi Ming when he was still buried underneath the sand and cried after seeing Chi Ming hahahahaha. I'm pretty sure he wasn't impressed lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/37457_644844479944_61305812_39829793_6578502_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 504px;" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/37457_644844479944_61305812_39829793_6578502_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#11 - Epic crab the next day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/37457_644844509884_61305812_39829799_1792623_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 504px; height: 378px;" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/37457_644844509884_61305812_39829799_1792623_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#12 - Amar getting his hand eaten!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/36839_644844589724_61305812_39829805_4998393_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 503.3px; height: 336.7px;" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/36839_644844589724_61305812_39829805_4998393_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#13 - A lineup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just went to the beach and found a cozy spot and had our own party. It was all good fun. We did the Joey-dance and the TerenceRainLam-dance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/36839_644844614674_61305812_39829810_453239_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 503.3px; height: 336.7px;" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/36839_644844614674_61305812_39829810_453239_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#14 - Ping and myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me when I say it wasn't only Sprite in that bottle that Ping was holding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/36026_644844714474_61305812_39829821_2444352_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 503.3px; height: 336.7px;" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/36026_644844714474_61305812_39829821_2444352_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#15 - Vince doing the raindance! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh good times (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/36365_644844869164_61305812_39829845_1125414_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 503.3px; height: 336.7px;" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/36365_644844869164_61305812_39829845_1125414_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#16 - Group picture minus a couple of epics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day was the day we left boohoo. The trip kinda felt a little short. I think maybe I just can never get enough beach holidays. But then again, I don't like getting dark. How? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contrary to beliefs, sunblock does not prevent you from getting darker. It only prevents you from getting sunburnt and those harmful UV rays. I remember reading this in Reader's Digest or some sort of magazine and it's not random magazines ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, trust me, with the amount of sunblock that I applied, I still got tanned. So, tried and tested for you! If you're one of those who disagree with me on the sunblock, then it's your own melanin that doesn't change colour easily, so.. good on you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/36853_644845013874_61305812_39829864_3199962_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 378px; height: 504px;" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/36853_644845013874_61305812_39829864_3199962_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#17 - Sleeping in the airport as we all got up super early&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our flight back to KL was at 3 plus if I remembered correctly. So all of us were like, sleeping in the airport haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/34072_644845073754_61305812_39829867_7108855_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 503.3px; height: 334.6px;" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/34072_644845073754_61305812_39829867_7108855_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#18 - Ping looking like a homeless woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good trip all in all! Super glad that Joey insisted that I join them for the trip and the Epics have been awesome friends. So far, that is. d:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another more serious note, a new chapter of my life, work for the next 30 years, I'm still doing pretty good though I don't exactly have the discipline to keep up with this blog any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again it's probably just another excuse to justify my sad life without events haha. Hence the lack of blogging. Work is all good. Almost 5 months since I've started working and I'm still not dreading work. So that's a good sign right? When I start dreading work, you'll know that work-syndrome has gotten into me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People all say I'm still fresh that's why I don't dread work. But then again, I dreaded my internship last year within weeks! So yes I'll take it as a good sign, for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Friday again and I hope you all have a good weekend and a good Valentine's day. It'll be a long weekend for me -- taking Monday off and Tuesday is a public holiday woohoo so yesss I'll be catching up on my sleeeeeep. Haven't been able to get enough sleep since CNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok verbal diarrhea again. -_- Alright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have an awesome weekend!!! (I wonder who still reads this forsaken blog of mine lol)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-5209349185362635688?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5209349185362635688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=5209349185362635688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/5209349185362635688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/5209349185362635688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2011/02/perhentian-in-2010.html' title='Perhentian in 2010'/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-7352357595155797740</id><published>2010-12-30T22:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T22:56:34.048+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='(:'/><title type='text'>End of 2010</title><content type='html'>2010 has come to an end. I wonder if I ever did achieve any new year resolutions that I have set for myself. But I wouldn't remember anyway haha.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2010 has been a good year so far. Finally graduated and moved on to a new chapter of my life. This chapter will definitely be a very, very long chapter. Perhaps for at least 30 years. You spend 15-20 years of your life studying and you spend about double that time working.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would say that 2010 has generally treated me pretty well. Everything has been smooth-sailing. Studies, job and relationship-wise. Speaking of job, apparently my report was similar to the previous report????? Wtf I'm quite sure I had the figures changed and changed and changed and changed. But oh well if they say it's similar, who am I to argue right? The soft copy is there to be looked at.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I swear sometimes all these programmes drive me insane)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhoo, it's been pretty good. I've aimed for O&amp;amp;G sector and I got into it. I've wanted to be part of an MNC and I got into it. I've wanted a consulting role and I got it too. So, I guess I can't complain much eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's just hope 2011 will be a better year for everyone. I know for sure, not everyone has had a good year. Well, with all the sayings of the Tiger year being a bad one etc but it surely has treated me well (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So 2011 -- a rabbit year. It'll definitely be a lot tamer I hope and everyone will have an eventful and good year. (Oh I think there's another 1 Tiger month to go -- according to the Chinese lunar calendar)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So sorry for the lack of updates lately. Sometimes life just gets kind of routine and there's nothing much to blog about. Crap I'm turning into a mundane person who just sits at home and read. Seriously that's all I have been doing during my 1-week leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps my 2011 resolution should be at least 2 blog posts a week d:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-7352357595155797740?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7352357595155797740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=7352357595155797740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/7352357595155797740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/7352357595155797740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2010/12/end-of-2010.html' title='End of 2010'/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-2064105083724068686</id><published>2010-11-22T14:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T14:53:38.623+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bitchings'/><title type='text'>Of Cleaning and Cleaning</title><content type='html'>So I kinda thought if I ever move out or get married, I won't need a maid cuz the Superhuman me would have been able to manage all the housework weekly. I just need to spend time everyday doing some laundry, ironing etc so that it doesn't pile up during the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently home alone (the fifth instalment of the movie series) and I have to do all the housework. Laundry, ironing, cleaning etc. The only thing I don't do is washing the cars. Yes plural. Not just my very own car but the other cars as well but okla at least I don't have to wash them haha. My brother does it I think? Not sure cuz my car feels kind of dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I think it doesn't work that well cuz I'm just tired after work I can probably iron about 5 shirts then that's it. Cleaning the house during the weekends omg will die ok. Cuz I don't clean it during weekdays just cuz it's energy-consuming. So I save it for the weekend. But seriously doing everything alone is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm just tired. And it had to rain this morning. Fuck the sky. Fuck the weatherrrrrr. Argh why can't it be sunshiney and rainbowy and make me happy! Sighhhhh. I will sooooo get a maid next time. At least I don't have to worry about dust on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus. If I ever have kids, I will make them do housework. Teach them and not let them be so dependent. Especially if my child is a boy. Kanineh don't know how to use toilet properly. It reeks of urine smell after usage. But then, how is that gonna work if I'm gonna hire a maid? Share the chores?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baju also don't know how to wash. Fuck this shit la. I will only marry a guy who will help me with the housework next time. And not just sit down watch TV and play stupid computer games. Grr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-2064105083724068686?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2064105083724068686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=2064105083724068686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/2064105083724068686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/2064105083724068686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2010/11/of-cleaning-and-cleaning.html' title='Of Cleaning and Cleaning'/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-2019897539615911175</id><published>2010-11-16T12:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T13:10:21.585+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>My Legs....</title><content type='html'>Are shaking.. Thanks to the fire drill that we had at 10am. It also doesn't help that I'm on the 38th floor ok. Had to walk down using the stairs all the way from 38th floor. T__T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so fucking hot ok. The stairwells are so fucking stuffy and hot. There is no ventilation. I think people will either die of exhaustion or suffocation wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling kinda restless now I don't know why. I just can't sit still. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually typed out a whole bitchy paragraph and erased it haha. -_- Ok time for lunch hoho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-2019897539615911175?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2019897539615911175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=2019897539615911175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/2019897539615911175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/2019897539615911175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-legs.html' title='My Legs....'/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-2556624965979280818</id><published>2010-10-29T10:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T10:35:42.439+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bitchings'/><title type='text'>I Throw My Hands Up</title><content type='html'>It's already my 7th week in at work. Time really flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been watching criminal minds cuz they are being supplied starting season 1 by KiasuBoyWWH. It's far more addictive as compared to 24. 24 tends to get a little repetitive after a while. And Jack Bauer is godlike. Even after being tortured for so long, he can still jump up and run and kill everyone haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Criminal minds is fascinating in its own way seriously. Kinda wished I watched it before I started working cuz sometimes I do crave to watch it while I'm working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway is it me or motorcyclists are plain annoying. I swear my tolerance level goes down with each and every day. Why do they find the need to honk like bitches when they are still so far away from your car, and all you want to do is just change lanes. Oh, they are in the middle, but, still far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the other day, on my way back from work, I turned left to go to my housing area after MRR, the lane was clear, so I kept all the way right. Cuz it requires me to turn right later on. Anyway I am pretty damn sure that the lane is all clear and suddenly i heard the annoying honk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I super hate cars that just refuse to let me cut into the other lane. I'm not cutting lanes just cuz it's faster. I NEED to use that lane dumbasses. Especially big cars. They bully my Vicky. Wait till I get money and I'll buy either a Storm of Hilux and I'll put spikes and kangaroo bars muahahahaha and I'll bully the big cars next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyhoo, the cheaper (sighs how sad to diss my car like this) always wins in the fight for er, lane cutting wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also realized that Malay motorists are much more grateful drivers compared to the Chinese. Cuz sometimes when I see a car trying to turn out onto the main road from a small junction at Jalan Tun Razak, I'll slow down and let them come out. I just wanted to make it easier for them la. And Malays will usually wave thank you when they come out and then wave again at the rearview mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese on the other hand, have a certain kind of look as if you owe it to them to let them out. Wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most annoying thing, I think is, people who don't signal. My gosh then they expect you to give way when they themselves don't signal. Being the bitch that I am, I usually don't let people who don't signal cut my lanes. Just because I can. Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Road rage wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway change of subject. It's a Friday and it's supposed to be a happy day so yea. HAPPY DAY. Friday! I wonder what's in for me today. (: I don't mind drinking beer and staying home watching Agent Gideon being intelligent haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have this thing for middle-aged men who are so intelligent wtf. Anyway have a good weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-2556624965979280818?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2556624965979280818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=2556624965979280818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/2556624965979280818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/2556624965979280818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-throw-my-hands-up.html' title='I Throw My Hands Up'/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-4526574350318581930</id><published>2010-10-21T15:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T15:37:37.356+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo-sified'/><title type='text'>Another Blog</title><content type='html'>I've typed in a few sentences and then stared at it and then backspaced everything. Sometimes I do wonder what else is there to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like things have been at a standstill lately. Work is fine. Project has started so I'm like learning everything from bottom up. The most awesome thing is that people here are helpful unlike some people I used to work in my past internship (won't tell you which one).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I feel everything that I say or do is surely faulty. There's nothing that I can do right. Sometimes I can't help but feel the way I do. Sometimes you can't explain but if you do feel that way, you just do. Rather than just dismissing it, it would really feel good to be understood and then just be hugged and assured that it'll be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I get tired easily too. I feel like I have no strength to go through all these anymore. Suddenly I feel like I just want to pack my bag and go to an island alone. Where no one knows me, where I'm just a stranger. It would be really good to do some serious thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words are sharp. They also leave wounds that are cut deep. So deep, that scars will be there forever. I also find myself getting more cynical and not trusting so easily anymore. I guess it's all the stories that I've heard lately. You can never be sure of anything. There's always a reason for your doings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it has been too long..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-4526574350318581930?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4526574350318581930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=4526574350318581930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/4526574350318581930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/4526574350318581930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2010/10/another-blog.html' title='Another Blog'/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-132303483198577023</id><published>2010-10-12T09:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T10:52:05.282+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='(:'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Koh Samui 2010</title><content type='html'>I realize this is perhaps a good 4 months late but it's ok I will share with you the beautiful side of Koh Samui when I went there way back in June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a pretty good deal for Koh Samui as the total that we spent on both flight tickets and accommodation was around RM2100 for two persons. The hotel we stayed at is a 4-star hotel called Centara Villas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really pretty. It's a small villa on it's own, like your very own mini bungalow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs352.snc3/29197_397747532510_573877510_4908170_5904439_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 720px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs352.snc3/29197_397747532510_573877510_4908170_5904439_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 -- The king-sized bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs332.snc3/29197_397747552510_573877510_4908173_3082142_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs332.snc3/29197_397747552510_573877510_4908173_3082142_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 -- The pretty sink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs352.snc3/29197_397747537510_573877510_4908171_3459994_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs352.snc3/29197_397747537510_573877510_4908171_3459994_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 -- This is what I called 'The Reading Place' cuz it's right next to the window and with sufficient lighting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway at the end of the day we put our luggage bags here haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs341.ash1/29197_397747637510_573877510_4908183_793097_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs341.ash1/29197_397747637510_573877510_4908183_793097_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 -- The beach at the hotel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs352.snc3/29197_397747687510_573877510_4908190_7906321_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs352.snc3/29197_397747687510_573877510_4908190_7906321_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 -- A refreshing coconut on a hot day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized everything has a flower in Koh Samui and, it's that specific flower on the coconut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs352.snc3/29197_397761382510_573877510_4908789_3704915_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs352.snc3/29197_397761382510_573877510_4908789_3704915_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6 -- Us in the room (Night #1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for dinner at Lamai. Spent most of our time there cuz TheBoyfriend was tailoring some suit and pants and shirt. The next island trip, I'll be like "Strictly no clothes making" cuz we spent most of the time going back for fitting -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lamai is filled with popular people I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs551.snc3/30147_397758362510_573877510_4908572_8240433_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs551.snc3/30147_397758362510_573877510_4908572_8240433_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7 -- Evidence number 1: Future Justin Bieber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now screaming girls, this is probably what he will look like in the future wuahaha. Better rethink your choice for an idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs551.snc3/30147_397758377510_573877510_4908573_7644188_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs551.snc3/30147_397758377510_573877510_4908573_7644188_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8 -- We even spotten Vin Diesel on steroids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If for one second you thought that is Vin Diesel, you're partially blind hahaha. Actually if it's really Vin Diesel I'll be groping his pecs already haha. But this guy is just, solid. After much discussion, we concluded that he's on steroids haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs511.ash1/30147_397758417510_573877510_4908577_4924093_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs511.ash1/30147_397758417510_573877510_4908577_4924093_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9 -- Fried lala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs531.snc3/30147_397758432510_573877510_4908578_5190278_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs531.snc3/30147_397758432510_573877510_4908578_5190278_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10 -- Tomyam is a must when you're in Thailand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night ended with us falling victim to a tailor shop haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs531.snc3/30147_397758442510_573877510_4908580_1142136_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs531.snc3/30147_397758442510_573877510_4908580_1142136_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#11 -- Early swim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pool is really pretty. Just a little on the dirty side cuz of the fallen leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs531.snc3/30147_397758602510_573877510_4908597_232675_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 720px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs531.snc3/30147_397758602510_573877510_4908597_232675_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#12 - Just lounging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs551.snc3/30147_397758582510_573877510_4908594_1523533_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs551.snc3/30147_397758582510_573877510_4908594_1523533_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#13 -- I'm voyeuring, can't you tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a swim in the morning, we headed out to the town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs551.snc3/30147_397758872510_573877510_4908621_7843403_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs551.snc3/30147_397758872510_573877510_4908621_7843403_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#14 -- Bought the pretty flower clips the night before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the day at a bigger town called Chaweng and went for massage. Which, is also a must when you're in Thailand. The girl who massaged me was super petite but my goodness she's damn strong. I had to tell her to not put so much pressure on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs551.snc3/30147_397758887510_573877510_4908622_6868011_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs551.snc3/30147_397758887510_573877510_4908622_6868011_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#15 -- A quaint little restaurant at Chaweng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs511.ash1/30147_397758912510_573877510_4908627_5364677_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs511.ash1/30147_397758912510_573877510_4908627_5364677_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#16 -- My all time favorite: Pancake, Thai style!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs531.snc3/30147_397758927510_573877510_4908628_1508548_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs531.snc3/30147_397758927510_573877510_4908628_1508548_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#17 -- Waiting for our pancake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs551.snc3/30147_397758937510_573877510_4908629_6996788_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs551.snc3/30147_397758937510_573877510_4908629_6996788_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#18 -- Banana nutella pancake! Sinful much hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good portion of photos were not in here so I don't remember what we did haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs551.snc3/30147_397758947510_573877510_4908630_6597676_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs551.snc3/30147_397758947510_573877510_4908630_6597676_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#19 -- Thai style barbeque food hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs531.snc3/30147_397758957510_573877510_4908631_1968832_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs531.snc3/30147_397758957510_573877510_4908631_1968832_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#20 -- Pad Thai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs551.snc3/30147_397758977510_573877510_4908633_5729903_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs551.snc3/30147_397758977510_573877510_4908633_5729903_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#21 -- Looks like someone is enjoying his food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs551.snc3/30147_397759022510_573877510_4908639_962013_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 720px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs551.snc3/30147_397759022510_573877510_4908639_962013_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#22 -- The bed was all made up when we got back! Super like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for snorkelling trip/tour the next day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs531.snc3/30147_397759302510_573877510_4908674_7629613_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs531.snc3/30147_397759302510_573877510_4908674_7629613_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#23 -- The lone boat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs531.snc3/30147_397759247510_573877510_4908666_1798873_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs531.snc3/30147_397759247510_573877510_4908666_1798873_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#24 -- On the way to another island&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs511.ash1/30147_397759427510_573877510_4908687_7846649_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs511.ash1/30147_397759427510_573877510_4908687_7846649_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#25 -- Angthong National Marine Park, which was a waste of time I think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs511.ash1/30147_397759467510_573877510_4908694_4934042_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs511.ash1/30147_397759467510_573877510_4908694_4934042_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#26 -- We climbed the hill at the marine park and got to his lovely lake in the hills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it was the last night and we liked the food at the place we had our dinner the first time, we went back to the same place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs511.ash1/30147_397759657510_573877510_4908714_6526835_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs511.ash1/30147_397759657510_573877510_4908714_6526835_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#27 -- Spicy chicken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs511.ash1/30147_397759702510_573877510_4908717_8207466_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs511.ash1/30147_397759702510_573877510_4908717_8207466_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#28 -- Garlic butter squid super yums&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs531.snc3/30147_397759667510_573877510_4908715_5044943_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs531.snc3/30147_397759667510_573877510_4908715_5044943_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#29 -- Tomyam again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs551.snc3/30147_397759712510_573877510_4908718_3104981_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs551.snc3/30147_397759712510_573877510_4908718_3104981_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#30 -- I thought we over-ordered but we finished them anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs531.snc3/30147_397759732510_573877510_4908721_2575347_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs531.snc3/30147_397759732510_573877510_4908721_2575347_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#31 -- Waiting for checkout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs531.snc3/30147_397759832510_573877510_4908732_2186206_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs531.snc3/30147_397759832510_573877510_4908732_2186206_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#32 -- The burn that I got and it's still on my back FML kao kao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs531.snc3/30147_397759917510_573877510_4908739_2019164_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs531.snc3/30147_397759917510_573877510_4908739_2019164_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#33 -- Bye bye Koh Samui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I have another picture but I figured I'd be nice and not post that picture up haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll definitely be back for Koh Samui but perhaps not so soon. Maybe a couple of years later. I still have Koh Pangan, Koh Phi Phi, Koh Tao and God knows how many more islands that I have yet to go to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:+:+:+:+:+:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently feeling a bit awful. The medicine that the doctor gave me made me feel a bit weird. I've had another recurring case of UTI fml. Painful I tell you -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm still feeling like this after lunch I'm going home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-132303483198577023?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/132303483198577023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=132303483198577023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/132303483198577023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/132303483198577023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2010/10/koh-samui-2010.html' title='Koh Samui 2010'/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-4646298534049292530</id><published>2010-10-08T14:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T14:45:48.050+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lols'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='(:'/><title type='text'>Cute Puppehs and Kittehs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2010/07/funny-pictures-farting-kitten.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2010/07/funny-pictures-farting-kitten.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ihasahotdog.files.wordpress.com/2010/10/574d26cc-50af-4712-b33b-87fdeb5cb2ba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 368px;" src="http://ihasahotdog.files.wordpress.com/2010/10/574d26cc-50af-4712-b33b-87fdeb5cb2ba.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ihasahotdog.files.wordpress.com/2010/10/7b664785-2bf8-43ec-82ed-6f45181f19a4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 492px; height: 454px;" src="http://ihasahotdog.files.wordpress.com/2010/10/7b664785-2bf8-43ec-82ed-6f45181f19a4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2010/09/funny-gifs-poor-kitteh.gif?w=240&amp;amp;h=180"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2010/09/funny-gifs-poor-kitteh.gif?w=240&amp;amp;h=180" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of cute animals never fail to make my day (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Edit&lt;br /&gt;My Le Pliage is hereeeeeeee yayyyy! I got it in Praline nyehehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-4646298534049292530?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4646298534049292530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=4646298534049292530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/4646298534049292530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/4646298534049292530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2010/10/cute-puppehs-and-kittehs.html' title='Cute Puppehs and Kittehs'/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-3238326124770920698</id><published>2010-09-29T12:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T17:44:25.724+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monthisary'/><title type='text'>4 years</title><content type='html'>After 4 years, there's really nothing much to say except..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy 4th anniversary and I love you (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-3238326124770920698?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3238326124770920698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=3238326124770920698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/3238326124770920698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/3238326124770920698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2010/09/4-years.html' title='4 years'/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-2842061616282327647</id><published>2010-09-26T15:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T16:31:52.361+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Weekend!</title><content type='html'>'Twas a good weekend all in all hehe. I got my car yesterday and I went to Sungei Wang to buy a camera too! Not a DSLR cuz it's such an expensive hobby and I'm not willing to part with my money like that. Buying bags are easier to justify cuz you use it daily haha.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just got a simple point and shoot camera (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pictures of post-exams first! Sorry this was way back in May. *Sheepish smile*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to The Library at The Curve for some destress or celebration that exams had finally ended! Like, no more exams in the future unless you tangan gatal la haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs353.snc3/29247_395104092510_573877510_4823245_247108_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs353.snc3/29247_395104092510_573877510_4823245_247108_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;#1 -- It was still happy hour when we arrived. Buy 1 pint, free half a pint. Good enough la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs353.snc3/29247_395104092510_573877510_4823245_247108_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs333.snc3/29247_395104207510_573877510_4823255_1172961_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs333.snc3/29247_395104207510_573877510_4823255_1172961_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#2 -- Yann, me and Brenda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs353.snc3/29247_395104237510_573877510_4823259_6704739_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs353.snc3/29247_395104237510_573877510_4823259_6704739_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#3 -- Boys in the house. Except Yap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs342.ash1/29247_395104242510_573877510_4823260_1582377_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs342.ash1/29247_395104242510_573877510_4823260_1582377_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#4 -- Doing the nobody, nobody rotine. Why la Yann so uncooperative -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lan yao yeng somemore show middle finger haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs333.snc3/29247_395104207510_573877510_4823255_1172961_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs333.snc3/29247_395104262510_573877510_4823263_7164015_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs333.snc3/29247_395104262510_573877510_4823263_7164015_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 -- Housemates group photo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs342.ash1/29247_395104277510_573877510_4823265_6058162_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs342.ash1/29247_395104277510_573877510_4823265_6058162_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: width: 600px; height: 450px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#6 -- Then we swapped Juan's and Desmond's places cuz of the flash thing. So the darker one has to sit in front cuz of shadow issue hahaha. Supposed to be a retarded face picture but oh wells.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs342.ash1/29247_395104352510_573877510_4823273_5030067_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs342.ash1/29247_395104352510_573877510_4823273_5030067_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 720px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#7 -- Brenda and me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs353.snc3/29247_395104362510_573877510_4823275_5894501_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs353.snc3/29247_395104362510_573877510_4823275_5894501_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: width: 600px; height: 450px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#8 -- Yet another group photo at Brary hahaha the girl seriously very noob at taking photos lor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs342.ash1/29247_395104357510_573877510_4823274_8106684_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs342.ash1/29247_395104357510_573877510_4823274_8106684_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 720px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#9 -- I want a black stallion too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs353.snc3/29247_395104402510_573877510_4823278_7848833_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs353.snc3/29247_395104402510_573877510_4823278_7848833_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 720px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#10 -- According to Desmond's comment on facebook, severe height difference haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs333.snc3/29247_395104422510_573877510_4823281_7246252_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs333.snc3/29247_395104422510_573877510_4823281_7246252_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 720px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#11 -- So hamsap grab the fella's package&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs333.snc3/29247_395104427510_573877510_4823282_4929610_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs333.snc3/29247_395104427510_573877510_4823282_4929610_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 720px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#12 -- Then they debated if it has a dick -_- Conclusion is there's none cuz they flipped the cloth up and they said "Oh ya it's on the head laaaaa"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The end of the library post haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:+:+:+:+:+:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to my camera first haha a bit obsessive now cuz damn jakun la. Only got the Ixus 105 in silver. Wanted to go for Lumix but then again cuz my previous camera was a Canon and it has never failed me, so I figured I might just go back to Canon. Moreover, I'm not that willing to part with my money for something that I might not be happy with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With Canon, at least I know I won't be disappointed. The functions are also pretty much the same, so not much headache. Super love the slow synchro cuz the pictures are quite clear also. It's really hard to get a camera that takes good pictures in dark areas with slow synchros -- or maybe I'm just slow in catching up to gadgets haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I'm looking forward to getting an iPhone but then again, not too sure la. I'm not someone who is willing to spend on gadgets like phones and phonebills. -_- Bags are always number 1 haha. Now my craze for shoes has stopped too. I've mellowed down so much haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've gotta go clean my room and wash the toilet now. I've had quite a good weekend. I hope those of you who actually still come to my blog and read my nonsense have had a good weekend too. Have a great week ahead!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Much love xx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-2842061616282327647?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2842061616282327647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=2842061616282327647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/2842061616282327647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/2842061616282327647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2010/09/weekend.html' title='Weekend!'/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-3005105511204203581</id><published>2010-09-15T20:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T21:09:09.836+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>It's A New Chapter</title><content type='html'>13th September 2010 marks the day that I officially start a new chapter in my book. So yea I started working and first two days was pure boredom -- work is always like that I guess. First two days you'll do nothing so mostly I was going through manuals and doing Hysys tutorial for the dynamic modelling.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know how much I hated Hysys back then and I couldn't believe I'm stuck with Hysys for perhaps the rest of my life haha. I realized that what we did in university is so fundamental for Hysys that when I'm doing the tutorials for dynamic modelling I'm like, "Wtf is going on here.." haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhoo third day in, I got 2 tasks. Kinda exhausted due to lack of sleep but it's ok cuz tomorrow it's a holidayyyyy! 1Malaysia spirit coming in haha. Then Friday it's back to work but I always loved working on Fridays cuz it's casual day and it also means the weekend is here! Nyehehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Based on what I hear and what I learned today, I think I'm going to love my job. It's pretty interesting actually -- looking and P&amp;amp;ID all day. Actually they made my eyes hurt. I guess it's good la I got a right start and at least I'm on the path that I have planned to take two years ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess it's always good to know what you want cuz things would be so much easier. If I didn't know what I want, I'd still be going for interviews.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh my office is damn near KLCC. Won't reveal the location lol but ask me out for lunch la! Not to expensive mmkay? Poor fresh grad haha. I'm also planning to buy a car now. Just went to look at the car just now. 6-month-old car. Not bad la. I calculated based on my salary, and I can still save quite a good sum (provided if I control my shopping haha). So it's a yes go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will test drive the car tomorrow with my dad and then woot I'm looking at my own car! My very own car ok. Damn proud of myself haha. I think that will go into my achievement book la haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I'm thinking what should I get for myself when I get my pay. But like obviously I can't get it end of this month cuz it's only half-month salary haha. So end of next month.. I'm thinking of the LV long strap. But it's freaking RM800 just for a strap -_- And the leather on my bag is darkening already omfg my heart is breaking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But nevermind *pats self* I'll get Trevi which is in Damier Ebene hahahaha won't darken ok unless it becomes black wtf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel so uninspired to blog -_- Got a few more photos from different sessions that I have yet to upload on my blog. Maybe tomorrow or the weekend la. I'll try haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And omg fml kao kao the first two days of work, it was raining nicely when I got up ok. WAHHHH WHY LIKE THAT T_____T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway happy holiday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy birthday Malaysia!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-3005105511204203581?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3005105511204203581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=3005105511204203581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/3005105511204203581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/3005105511204203581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-new-chapter.html' title='It&apos;s A New Chapter'/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-3844481330501108793</id><published>2010-08-21T12:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T13:22:25.697+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bitchings'/><title type='text'>I Am Super Angry</title><content type='html'>So today I woke up damn freaking early just to attend an interview that I actually decided on not taking even if I get it cuz it's in freaking Klang. I still went for the interview, out of courtesy. I mean, I applied for the job a day before they replied me for an interview slot. It wouldn't be nice to only say no then. I should have considered the location before I applied but I don't know why I applied anyway.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess what. It was the biggest mistake ever to go for an interview at that chinaman company.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I got there, the boss of the company didn't bother introducing himself and I was seriously clueless about his name until I left the interview. Never mind that. He spent the first 30 minutes telling me what a useless degree I have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He kept going on and on and on about how chemical engineering is useless. I should know about mechanical engineering and then only my chemical engineering degree will be worth something. Like what the fuck uncle? Useless? Why would people even study it if it's really that useless?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not only that, then he bragged about how when he came out and he was smart. Cuz the electrician tried to like, act like he's better than this conceited fella then apparently he was smart enough to turn the event around to pinpoint the electrician.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know what I think? He's too cocky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obviously when you come out and start working, you'll know less. Experience comes after years of work. Why the fuck would you wanna act smart. Just ask the guy for guidance la is that so tough?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never mind that. He seriously just kept going on and on and on about how useless my education was. Obviously I was really upset about it. Imagine paying so much for your education and then have someone tell you it's useless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He saw it as a chance to further attack me. He mentioned (more like bragged) that he told all the other fresh grads who went there for interviews and they were all happy to hear all the I'm-better-cuz-I-have-experience talk and I'm the only one who is upset at what he said. I'll admit I'm emotional but seriously I just sat there you know and let him run me down just like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't fucking understand how can those fresh grads actually be happy when someone run you down like that! Mahai those people no feelings is it? I think this fella has a problem of evaluating people as well. Probably those fresh grads wanted to stab him in the fucking eye but the table was too wide to reach him wtf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I'm angry at myself for not walking out of that stupid office. I swear I held myself damn fucking well for 15 mins considering his tone and in that 15 mins I kept telling myself to walk away. But I guess the problem is, and I don't see how is this a problem wtf, that I have respect for everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I got out, obviously cried like shit when my dad came and pick me up, just cuz I'm daddy's little girl. Told my dad what happened and he also told me that I should have just walked off. Tell him that I can't see myself working for someone of his character and thank him for his time. Then I got angrier at myself cuz even my dad saw it fit to walk out of the room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am really annoyed by people who walk all over you or run you down, just cuz they have that working experience. I've been interviewed by 3 well-established companies, 2 of which are international companies (which have not gotten back to me I think they don't want me I'm damn sad now) and the other is a prominent liquid gas provider in Malaysia. None, I repeat, &lt;b&gt;NONE&lt;/b&gt;, of the interviewers from these companies talked to me like how this conceited fella spoke to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes he may be right about a lot of things, but it does not warrant him to talk down to me. He said he's just telling me what it's like in the real world. Like yeah, in the real world, there are people like him. He said I'm probably so affected cuz I've been getting good results all my life and this is different. It seriously does not matter whether or not my results are good, it is the way you talk. The way he spoke to me was really as if I'm dumb or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the other interviewers were like, hmm yeah so your degree is more like a basic to everything, and you have to be able to learn quickly cuz when you're working, things are different from what you studied. This sounds a lot more respectful than "Your degree is useless".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He could even brag about how a lot of companies from big to small know about his company.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Oh he asked why am I so affected by his remarks, then I just replied that I just came here for an interview, not to be put down like that. Kanasai luckily there's Klang Bak Kut Teh as consolation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just couldn't get over the fact how he can just run people down like that. Everyone needs a start somewhere for experience. Obviously we all know that once you start working you'll get the experience and exposure you need. There is seriously no need to act almighty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best part is, at the end of the interview, he told me he would like to hire me and proceeded to tell me about the pay etc. The pay he's offering is like paying a slave. Seriously, chinaman companies work you to death and they give you shit pay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He said RM1800 and plus maybe RM50 to RM100 for allowance. Like wtf? 1800 wei. Eat bread everyday is it? He said after confirmation, they'll add RM50-500 depending on performance. And again, wtf? Even if you get maximum increment, it's RM2300. The super best part is, for RM1800 (ooh damn a lot of money ohkay) you have to work alternate Saturdays. Niama you think I'm a slave is it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At one point he also asked about this company I interned at. Then he said "Oh you see I also know about this company cuz it's a big company."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If it's a big company and you don't know about it, you have a freaking problem with yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Argh now I seriously am angry at myself for not walking out on him. And no thanks I won't work for you. If you have kids, they'll be working for me next time wtf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-3844481330501108793?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3844481330501108793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=3844481330501108793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/3844481330501108793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/3844481330501108793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-am-super-angry.html' title='I Am Super Angry'/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-6852741583903740109</id><published>2010-08-06T02:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T03:00:34.354+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uni-related'/><title type='text'>The Weekend!!</title><content type='html'>Yay weekend is here again! Perhaps can go shopping hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like, TheBoyfriend asked me to choose between a Longchamp Le Pliage and a camera (of course the camera has to be within budget) cuz the one that I wanted initially, ran out of stock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you........ It's the hardest decision ever. Cuz I really wanted a Le Pliage cuz it's cheap and durable. It can be my 'chou yung' (for everyday use even to the market) bag. But but but, I also promised him that after I get my Galliera, I will not buy anymore bags for say, at least 2-3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bags are evil I swear. I need to refrain myself from trying them on, cuz once I do, I feel compelled to get them cuz they're just so purdy. So now, I'm gonna save up for a Trevi hehehe. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/TFsApQZsBsI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/yanDHFbIRJ8/s1600/boo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/TFsApQZsBsI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/yanDHFbIRJ8/s400/boo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501992078540539586" style="cursor: pointer; width: 21px; height: 21px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo in the end I said camera la just cuz of Galliera haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need one of those hangers to hang my bags. Cuz now I just put them on my table.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:+:+:+:+:+:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went for my final Notts Annual Dinner in March. I think it's the cheapest annual dinner ever. For me that is. Cuz I think I only spent about RM50 for the dress, RM18 on my hair haha, RM10 for the clutch. Shoes jewelleries everything were owned by me for a long time so it's not taken into account as the cost haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Annual Dinner 2010 is held in Shangri-La Kuala Lumpur, again. Yes, what a way to start and finish my education in Notts haha. First year was Shangri-La, final year was also Shangri-La.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs441.snc3/25365_376110692510_573877510_4330466_2290922_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs441.snc3/25365_376110692510_573877510_4330466_2290922_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#1 - My brother and I. My brother is all grown up *wipes tears* &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/TFsAqBuDj3I/AAAAAAAAAVg/DeBN8srOV7s/s1600/XD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/TFsAqBuDj3I/AAAAAAAAAVg/DeBN8srOV7s/s400/XD.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501992091779305330" style="cursor: pointer; width: 21px; height: 21px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs461.ash1/25365_376110702510_573877510_4330468_5101712_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs461.ash1/25365_376110702510_573877510_4330468_5101712_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 720px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#2 - The boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs441.snc3/25365_376110787510_573877510_4330480_3898840_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs441.snc3/25365_376110787510_573877510_4330480_3898840_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 720px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#3 - Housemates l-r: Juan, Brenda, me and Yann.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year's annual dinner is a quiet one cuz most of my friends have graduated and those who are doing masters with me, are like, anti-social and doesn't want to attend the annual dinner. Meh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs441.snc3/25365_376110762510_573877510_4330477_5291789_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs441.snc3/25365_376110762510_573877510_4330477_5291789_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#4 - Brenda and Yann. Bila kahwin oh? Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs441.snc3/25365_376110792510_573877510_4330481_4332501_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs441.snc3/25365_376110792510_573877510_4330481_4332501_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 720px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#5 - Bernadine, Brenda and myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes Bernadine is Brenda's sister haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I attended every single Notts Annual Dinner when I was studying there. First year cuz it's your first, of course you have to attend! Second year cuz I got into that Miss Notts thing and lost it hahaha sorry. Third year cuz my good good friends are gonna graduate that year so I went just to have one last annual dinner with them. My final year cuz it's my final of course I have to go right? Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs441.snc3/25365_376110852510_573877510_4330492_1188588_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs441.snc3/25365_376110852510_573877510_4330492_1188588_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs441.snc3/25365_376110862510_573877510_4330493_639330_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs441.snc3/25365_376110862510_573877510_4330493_639330_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#6 - Please don't ask haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs461.snc3/25365_376110917510_573877510_4330501_2929937_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs461.snc3/25365_376110917510_573877510_4330501_2929937_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 720px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#7 - Shameless one. Nge nge want to stick so close haha. Even TheBoyfriend looks a little freaked out. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/TFsAqBuDj3I/AAAAAAAAAVg/DeBN8srOV7s/s1600/XD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/TFsAqBuDj3I/AAAAAAAAAVg/DeBN8srOV7s/s400/XD.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501992091779305330" style="cursor: pointer; width: 21px; height: 21px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs441.snc3/25365_376110952510_573877510_4330506_5610030_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs441.snc3/25365_376110952510_573877510_4330506_5610030_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 720px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#8 - The boyfriends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs461.snc3/25365_376110962510_573877510_4330508_4720448_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs461.snc3/25365_376110962510_573877510_4330508_4720448_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 720px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#9 - The boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs461.ash1/25365_376110967510_573877510_4330509_8225065_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs461.ash1/25365_376110967510_573877510_4330509_8225065_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 720px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#10 - My son haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh btw makeup is on my own too! Haha. Nails too. I saved a lot of money ok haha but oh wells the money went to the tickets. And the food was like, so-so. I think we had some weird chicken breast with some herbs on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs461.snc3/25365_376110972510_573877510_4330510_5963139_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs461.snc3/25365_376110972510_573877510_4330510_5963139_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 720px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#11 - My online shopping friend. My bitching friend. My Sungei Wang &amp;amp; Times Square friend. Karaoke friend to sing all the Disney songs! A lot of stuff (: Miss you Brenda!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still remember how we stayed up till like 6-7 am during the last week of FYP and will bitch until Juan complained that he can hear us bitching about you-know-who in your group and you-know-who in mine haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs441.snc3/25365_376111047510_573877510_4330525_7392029_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs441.snc3/25365_376111047510_573877510_4330525_7392029_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#12 - Shen Quang the stalker haha. This is gonna be your stalker moment ey?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs441.snc3/25365_376110982510_573877510_4330512_8386811_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs441.snc3/25365_376110982510_573877510_4330512_8386811_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 720px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#13 - &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/TFsAp1pXgVI/AAAAAAAAAVY/fQ_cQPgGFOk/s400/Heart.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501992088538415442" style="cursor: pointer; width: 21px; height: 21px; " /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/TFsApHpd3EI/AAAAAAAAAVI/2ZglLpyZUKU/s1600/blush.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/TFsApHpd3EI/AAAAAAAAAVI/2ZglLpyZUKU/s400/blush.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501992076190800962" style="cursor: pointer; width: 21px; height: 21px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs461.snc3/25365_376111067510_573877510_4330529_1958869_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs461.snc3/25365_376111067510_573877510_4330529_1958869_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#14 - Brenda showing us the cheerleading dance that I did for my Miss Notts competition haha. Well, everyone was amused so we're happy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know for sure I'm gonna miss my uni days. Working life is nothing like a student's life. I would know, I have done internships. Perhaps it's not really work forever, but you get to feel how it's like to have a routine for 5 days a week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the end of the day you're so tired from work, you won't even want to go out to have tea/coffee with your friends. You'd much rather stay home and bum around, even on weekends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think though, I am actually quite excited to start a new chapter of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far I guess I'm the latest to look for a job. I kept putting it off. I was travelling for almost the whole month of June -- Koh Samui, Penang, Perhentian. I said I'd start sending out my resume after Perhentian but when I'm back, I was like, But my birthday is next week so I told myself I'd look for a job after my birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After my birthday, I was like, ok TheBoyfriend's birthday is coming up. Let's wait till then. Graduation is just a few days after his birthday so I told myself, after graduation la! Haha and so I only started looking for a job on Tuesday. Last Tuesday. Even so, I was looking half-heartedly. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/TFsJukHuVGI/AAAAAAAAAVw/8VB0YgS9DkM/s1600/o_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/TFsJukHuVGI/AAAAAAAAAVw/8VB0YgS9DkM/s400/o_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502002065337898082" style="cursor: pointer; width: 21px; height: 21px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Part of me wasn't exactly looking forward to getting a job I think haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you know of any rich guys that are handsome, let me know wtf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Signing off! Ciao!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-6852741583903740109?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6852741583903740109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=6852741583903740109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/6852741583903740109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/6852741583903740109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2010/08/weekend.html' title='The Weekend!!'/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/TFsApQZsBsI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/yanDHFbIRJ8/s72-c/boo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-2225998941064697212</id><published>2010-07-29T04:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T05:19:24.193+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outings'/><title type='text'>Oh Dear..</title><content type='html'>It has been more than a month! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/TFCVJttV4oI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/WGhxqFYWjuE/s1600/blush.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 21px; height: 21px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/TFCVJttV4oI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/WGhxqFYWjuE/s400/blush.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499059139140510338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So sorry haha I've been too preoccupied with er, doing nothing &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/TFCVKrqjngI/AAAAAAAAAUg/VXnKq-uZafI/s1600/XD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 21px; height: 21px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/TFCVKrqjngI/AAAAAAAAAUg/VXnKq-uZafI/s400/XD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499059155771825666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I know I said that I was gonna blog after the Penang trip back in June and now it's almost August already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I HAVE FINALLY GRADUATED!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulate me or die haha. Just a 2nd upper but it's sufficient since I think it's kinda parallel to the amount of effort I've put into my studies during my last year. So, no regrets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to start another chapter of my life. Working life. Sighs. Not really looking forward to this. Imagine 30 years of working. 5 days a week, 9am to 5pm (or if you're unlucky, 6pm FOLs). Looking at what TheBoyfriend does makes me wanna do what he does too! I mean, it's not easy work but at least it's a whole lot better than getting a fixed income every month. At least he has incentives for working hard every month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine what engineers get. Like, oh you managed to prevent the plant/reactor/boiler from exploding, yes you get a bonus for the month. You wish la hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I have not found or even gotten a job yet. I'm still bumming around, waiting for people to feed me. I think I deserve a longer holiday since I've been doing internships for the past two summers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna put up some overdue pictures from March. Maybe now I'll be hardworking about blogging again since well, it's kinda fun to vomit words on my blog &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/TFCVKrqjngI/AAAAAAAAAUg/VXnKq-uZafI/s1600/XD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 21px; height: 21px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/TFCVKrqjngI/AAAAAAAAAUg/VXnKq-uZafI/s400/XD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499059155771825666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures were taken in Saisaki when TheBoyfriend's friend (Chaw Yuen) was back from mainland China and also we were celebrating Ee Pei's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs458.ash1/25185_412894831140_648276140_5435256_6223439_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 597.6px; height: 396.74px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs458.ash1/25185_412894831140_648276140_5435256_6223439_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 - Group picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs438.snc3/25185_412894886140_648276140_5435264_1279264_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 597.6px; height: 396.74px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs438.snc3/25185_412894886140_648276140_5435264_1279264_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 - The girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pictures of the boys only cuz we don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs458.ash1/25185_412894906140_648276140_5435267_1701683_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 478px; height: 719px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs458.ash1/25185_412894906140_648276140_5435267_1701683_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 - This is &lt;a href="http://kuokpuileng.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pui Leng&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her blog is titled "Dream a little dream" and I find it the total opposite of mine. Hers just mean that you are allowed to dream. Dream of success etc. My blog address on the other hand, is a total party pooper haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, ok wake up you. Stop dreaming too much cuz life is not like dreams. The world we're living in is actually in between those dreams that you have haha. But I guess it's ok I made up for it by the title of Essentielle Elegance. I've stuck to that title since forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo she's a real power woman. She has two shops -- one in Petaling Street and one in Sungei Wang selling accessories. Sungei Wang my friend, does not offer cheap rental. One girl I really admire for her determination and hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time I walk into her shop I'm so happy cuz oh boy, those earrings make me happy. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/TFCVJ5irYbI/AAAAAAAAAUY/1CHhctiqLik/s1600/boo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 21px; height: 21px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/TFCVJ5irYbI/AAAAAAAAAUY/1CHhctiqLik/s400/boo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499059142317007282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'd buy a few pairs from her each time I go find her! I think I'm quite a loyal customer eh? Anyway if you wonder which is her shop in Sungei Wang, it's on the same floor and same side as Famous Amos. just go right to the end. The name of her shop is IroIro which means 'a variety' in Japanese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs458.ash1/25185_412894896140_648276140_5435265_517041_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 478px; height: 719px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs458.ash1/25185_412894896140_648276140_5435265_517041_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 - In Xuan. I have not seen her in ages! I believe, since she left high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes. I was damn fair back then. Now I'm probably 10000x darker. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/TFCabOqM0HI/AAAAAAAAAVA/R1IPC37yEj8/s1600/%3D%28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 21px; height: 21px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/TFCabOqM0HI/AAAAAAAAAVA/R1IPC37yEj8/s400/%3D%28.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499064937601618034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thanks to all the island trips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs438.snc3/25185_412894936140_648276140_5435271_2814835_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 478px; height: 719px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs438.snc3/25185_412894936140_648276140_5435271_2814835_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 - Ee Pei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs418.snc3/25185_412894941140_648276140_5435272_8113530_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 478px; height: 719px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs418.snc3/25185_412894941140_648276140_5435272_8113530_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6 - Orang pendek Weng Keet haha. He's now in China too. Back then, our ancestors migrated to Malaysia in hopes of a better future for their future generations. Now we're moving back to China haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the buffet lunch at Saisaki, we went to Pavilion to walk around. (Omg I can actually remember what else we did then but I'm not gonna go into details ok)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs458.ash1/25185_412894996140_648276140_5435281_595771_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 478px; height: 719px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs458.ash1/25185_412894996140_648276140_5435281_595771_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7 - Us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the same shade as him &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/TFCabOqM0HI/AAAAAAAAAVA/R1IPC37yEj8/s1600/%3D%28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 21px; height: 21px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/TFCabOqM0HI/AAAAAAAAAVA/R1IPC37yEj8/s400/%3D%28.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499064937601618034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He is very fair and for me to be the same shade as him is a huge achievement ok. Looking at my tanlines saddens me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs458.ash1/25185_412895016140_648276140_5435285_2450083_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 597.6px; height: 396.74px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs458.ash1/25185_412895016140_648276140_5435285_2450083_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8 - Everyone minus Pui Leng cuz she's the photographer. She has a DSLR. Fuyoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm toying with the idea of getting a DSLR but then again, I like being in pictures haha so no thanks. And I have another commitment. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/TFCVJ5irYbI/AAAAAAAAAUY/1CHhctiqLik/s1600/boo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 21px; height: 21px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/TFCVJ5irYbI/AAAAAAAAAUY/1CHhctiqLik/s400/boo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499059142317007282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A dream come true seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have two more pictures to put up. My FYP. The final product. Don't be surprised haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs409.snc3/24721_384821748556_542313556_4003989_2713604_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs409.snc3/24721_384821748556_542313556_4003989_2713604_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9 - Yes THREE ring files. All filled. Nicely arranged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs409.snc3/24721_384821758556_542313556_4003991_1121572_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 720px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs409.snc3/24721_384821758556_542313556_4003991_1121572_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10 - Cover page for the files were designed by me. I think the background is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yay I finally blogged. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/TFCVK1X2yOI/AAAAAAAAAUo/pV_P_d4fmWM/s1600/Heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 21px; height: 21px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/TFCVK1X2yOI/AAAAAAAAAUo/pV_P_d4fmWM/s400/Heart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499059158377744610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've been watching 24. Starting from season 1. Omg it's so kanchiong I couldn't stop watching. They made the ending of each episode a cliffhanger. And because I have the full season, I just continued watching and watching. I just finished season 4 before I blogged. Now I'm gonna go watch season 5 hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY JACK BAUER. (I think he's very yeng. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/TFCVJ5irYbI/AAAAAAAAAUY/1CHhctiqLik/s1600/boo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 21px; height: 21px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/TFCVJ5irYbI/AAAAAAAAAUY/1CHhctiqLik/s400/boo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499059142317007282" 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/30865559-2225998941064697212?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2225998941064697212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=2225998941064697212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/2225998941064697212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/2225998941064697212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2010/07/oh-dear.html' title='Oh Dear..'/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/TFCVJttV4oI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/WGhxqFYWjuE/s72-c/blush.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-5932396100734707079</id><published>2010-06-07T21:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T01:38:43.376+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Of Holidays and Bumming</title><content type='html'>So yes I'm finally free from exams forever or even studying like mad. Exams were okay and I'm okay too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact I just got back from Koh Samui on Sunday. Loved the place. A good place to go to, although I didn't really like Firefly that much. So crampy. I get that it's budget blablabla but it's just crampy la. Other than that, quite alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be off on Wednesday to Penang and then perhaps I will resume my blogging then. I think I'm not as gungho about blogging as I used to be. Anyhoo I think there are a lot of pictures since February that I have yet to post up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should make that as my task when I come back from Penang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an 'interview' tomorrow so wish me luck! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-5932396100734707079?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5932396100734707079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=5932396100734707079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/5932396100734707079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/5932396100734707079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2010/06/of-holidays-and-bumming.html' title='Of Holidays and Bumming'/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-6382041537423899749</id><published>2010-05-19T04:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T04:54:06.683+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiritual'/><title type='text'>1 Corinthians 13</title><content type='html'>4 love suffers long and is kind; love does not envy; love does not parade itself, is not puffed up;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 does not behave rudely, does not seek its own, is not provoked, thinks no evil;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 love never fails. but whether there are prophecies, they will fail; whether there are tongues, they will cease; whether there is knowledge, it will vanish away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-6382041537423899749?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6382041537423899749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=6382041537423899749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/6382041537423899749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/6382041537423899749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2010/05/1-corinthians-13.html' title='1 Corinthians 13'/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-924200928789274828</id><published>2010-05-16T17:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T17:08:33.365+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lols'/><title type='text'>Love Postsecret</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jkcMVp5Vg/S-q3m0cTljI/AAAAAAAALx0/SEPR2PgT9q0/s1600/notclothes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 382px; height: 578px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jkcMVp5Vg/S-q3m0cTljI/AAAAAAAALx0/SEPR2PgT9q0/s1600/notclothes.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another favourite haha. I'm ok with leggings but just not when one pairs it with a short top and I can see the crotch. Kinda obscene lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-924200928789274828?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/924200928789274828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=924200928789274828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/924200928789274828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/924200928789274828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2010/05/love-postsecret.html' title='Love Postsecret'/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jkcMVp5Vg/S-q3m0cTljI/AAAAAAAALx0/SEPR2PgT9q0/s72-c/notclothes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-3442861533496062936</id><published>2010-04-29T17:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T18:12:40.880+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uni-related'/><title type='text'>Woot Woot!</title><content type='html'>As you may have known, I am totally free from my final year report and also courseworks for the rest of my life! I can't believe it's all over now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually everything went pretty smoothly till the last day. I'll tell you why. Very drama ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the three of us (SSY, WWH and myself) have completed our parts and compiled them on Monday and we had to wait for the other groupmate to hand in his stuff. I shan't mention the name but I guess if you've read the older posts, you'd have know who is it la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he said he could hand the stuff in on Sunday to be compiled (Due date was Wednesday 5pm). So we waited. Nothing. We called and asked if he's done he said no. It's ok since we still have like, 3 days. So Monday I went over to SSY's place to compile the stuff and compile other work as well. And we waited for his things but surprise, he couldn't finish them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we told him to give it to us by Tuesday evening. He said he'd TRY. Like wtf due date is on Wednesday, you'd try to give us the thing by Tuesday evening. I guess now it's no surprise that by 6 pm we have not heard a word from him and a late dateline was given -- 10.30 pm. Again, no surprise that we didn't hear from him at 10.30 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We only managed to get his stuff around 12.30 to 1 am. Mind you, for Tuesday, the three of us are already printing our things, ready to hand in first thing in the morning on Wednesday. I was in their house since 1 pm to print the things and touch up whatever we need to. I was as tired as hell by 1 am. So when he finally came over, we thought it's done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little did we know, he didn't complete all the equipments. Like OH MY GOD SOMEONE SAVE ME NOW. Cuz he only handed in his things so late, we had to compile his stuff, edit this and that and it's damn a lot of work cuz his spacing and stuff are all totally off. Headings of sections totally off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I almost died editting his things. Then shocker came, the process control part which he is in charge of, is kinda wrong -_- Relief valves are everywhere when it isn't necessary. Report is too simple (My dear grandpa lecturer definitely would not have approved) so I had to do it again. And I hate process control. Damn sien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we managed to finish everything, it's like 7 am and we're all hungry again. -_- The three of us didn't sleep till 9 am and we had to get up at 11.30 am to go to uni to hand in our work. Eff our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and around 4 am we still had two columns coming in -_- Like I can't believe how last minute things can get. And I thought we're perfect huhu. I guess life is fair, nothing is perfect. Cuz no matter how well you do, you'll have someone to pull you down, well, just to be fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in uni, Brenda said she and Tommy met him while they were walking. Brenda didn't want to talk to him haha cuz she's angry on my behalf haha so comel. Then apparently he said he slept at 6 am. WAH SO LUCKY OK. I think I barely got enough sleep. If not for him, the three of us would have been sleeping at 10 pm and woke up feeling so refreshed on that fateful Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh wells. What is FYP without hurdles right? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm glad it's over (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'll just pray for the best for the interview and then my two killer papers T__T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-3442861533496062936?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3442861533496062936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=3442861533496062936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/3442861533496062936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/3442861533496062936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2010/04/woot-woot.html' title='Woot Woot!'/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-480978321092177907</id><published>2010-04-13T01:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T02:20:27.481+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outings'/><title type='text'>Ah Bak San</title><content type='html'>This is a very, very backlogged post. In fact, the next few ones are very backlogged as well. Haha. They are all taken in February but I didn't have the mood or the time to post them up. But since now I've done with all the crazy calculations for my columns, condensers, reboilers, compressors and washer, I'm gonna relax for half an hour and start on the report T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh crap, I still have environmental studies. Ah well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this CNY, I celebrated it in KL instead of going back to Sg Siput as usual due to some reason. A little bit more quiet but since that Jono is back, it's been a crazy new year (: I still remember he called me the night before the eve of CNY (Meaning 29th day on the lunar calendar) and asked me if I wanna go hiking tomorrow (eve of CNY). -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like seriously dude. I was like wtf it's eve of CNY I don't want anything to happen and when he called, I was in KLCC with TheBoyfriend. So yea I agreed to go in the end. Woke up real early too. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost ffk-ed that morning cuz I was so sleepy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess it was worth it la haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs164.snc3/19156_350937667575_683957575_5002902_4978294_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 402px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs164.snc3/19156_350937667575_683957575_5002902_4978294_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 - The sight of the green trees left us feeling refreshed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was actually quite a hot day but cuz you're in the jungle surrounded by trees, you don't really feel the heat. We were saying if the weather was like that when we hiked Broga Hill, we probably would have died halfway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs164.snc3/19156_350937682575_683957575_5002903_1085285_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 402px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs164.snc3/19156_350937682575_683957575_5002903_1085285_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 - I think Poh Mei was showing us her infamous dance moves again haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could never hike properly cuz we kept laughing at each others' jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs264.ash1/19156_350937702575_683957575_5002905_5432897_n.jpg%20"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 402px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs264.ash1/19156_350937702575_683957575_5002905_5432897_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 - Us taking a rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lost our stamina pretty fast cuz we were too busy laughing and talking. So we took many breaks in between. There were a few uncles who even overtook us. T_T Young ones not so strong ay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs164.snc3/19156_350937687575_683957575_5002904_4367266_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 402px; height: 604px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs164.snc3/19156_350937687575_683957575_5002904_4367266_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 - Reached the 'start' of the real hike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went through some trails and stuff and came to this part. We didn't take any pictures of how the 'cliff' looks like. I'm saying it's a cliff cuz it's so damn steep! But yea to be honest I was a little intimidated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs164.snc3/19156_350937727575_683957575_5002907_1303498_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 402px; height: 604px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs164.snc3/19156_350937727575_683957575_5002907_1303498_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 - And we ran out of breath again -_- And oh coincidentally we were in the same pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs264.ash1/19156_350937737575_683957575_5002909_6109645_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 402px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs264.ash1/19156_350937737575_683957575_5002909_6109645_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6 - Laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw many of these laminated chinese words that tells you to be so-and-so, good stuff essentially. But most of us couldn't read so we guessed the words haha. Yea we laughed. Of course we did. We didn't stop laughing while hiking. This is exactly a good advice haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway through, we saw a man with two dogs! He brought his dogs hiking with him. Cuz at this hill, after the peak, there's a waterfall I think. So he's bringing his dogs there. The dogs' names are GoGo and LoLo. Then someone said if he has a third dog, he should name it GiGi. Three dogs combined will be GiGoLo. Hahahahahaha why so lameeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs184.snc3/19156_350937747575_683957575_5002910_576911_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 402px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs184.snc3/19156_350937747575_683957575_5002910_576911_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7 - The peak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we reached the peak, we bumped into a lady who was on her way down and shushed us O_o She said "You're almost there. Stop talking and keep moving. Talk up there instead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we were too noisy haha. People can probably hear us from the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually there's nothing to be seen on the peak. It's just this flat area that has a few benches and a table. There's no sense of achievement compared to Broga Hill. Perhaps we should have gone to the waterfall ay? At least that would be an achievement haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs184.snc3/19156_350937757575_683957575_5002911_4418201_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 402px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs184.snc3/19156_350937757575_683957575_5002911_4418201_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8 -Group picca!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs164.snc3/19156_350937762575_683957575_5002912_8120774_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 402px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs164.snc3/19156_350937762575_683957575_5002912_8120774_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9 - Must always have a lame picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs264.ash1/19156_350937777575_683957575_5002914_7245120_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 402px; height: 604px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs264.ash1/19156_350937777575_683957575_5002914_7245120_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10 - A view of some housing area from the hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, the hill is called Ah Bak San which can be translated as "Uncle's Hill". But like seriously, got damn a lot of uncles there. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a healthy exercise, we all decided to go to McD's and stuff ourselves silly haha. How eventful. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm looking forward to Gunung Tok Wan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-480978321092177907?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/480978321092177907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=480978321092177907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/480978321092177907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/480978321092177907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2010/04/ah-bak-san.html' title='Ah Bak San'/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-6954710808378145455</id><published>2010-04-06T03:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T04:02:12.974+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bitchings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uni-related'/><title type='text'>I Just Wanna Say</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FUCKKKKKKKKKKK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok that felt a lot better. Actually it doesn't. OMG TWO MORE WEEKS TO FYP SUBMISSION.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be turning into a hermit for two weeks. Not see sunlight, become damn 7 fair again (am still fair actually) then get ready for Koh Samui. Then it's hello dark skin fml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be investing in good sunblock lotion and a good hat. I think it's damn ironic that I love the beach but I hate the sun -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AIYA VERY STRESS LA NIAMA. T__T So vulgar huhu. I feel like chomping on something really angrily. Stupid column huhuhu why on earth did I go take ChemEng aiya studying processes is easy but I seriously hate designing the stupid column from scratch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's face it, when I start working, I'll have all these awesome templates to just key in the info then tadaa a column is born wtf. Now I have to find every single fucking thing and design from scratch. Have you any idea how fucked up that is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. ARGHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok, patience, patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a random note, I have bright pink nails now. Such a random colour. Lazy want to do my column already. Tomorrow is Tuesday and I need to do more work. Maybe I shouldn't go out for dinner and just cook maggi at home. My life sucks. What a pitiful life of an engineer-wannabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dream job would be one that allows me to travel around and taste different kind of food and give comment hahahahaha. Seriously my dream job ok. It's so nice to have people pay you to travel and eat. Wahhhh simply heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AIYA I REALLY HATE MY COLUMN OK. I had to tweak and tweak and tweak then I get the value that I wanted. The tweaking part is the worst of all parts I swear. I can just go mad doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs. Maybe I should retire for the night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-6954710808378145455?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6954710808378145455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=6954710808378145455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/6954710808378145455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/6954710808378145455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-just-wanna-say.html' title='I Just Wanna Say'/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-6272447999686448151</id><published>2010-04-04T02:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T02:55:34.356+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo-sified'/><title type='text'>I think...</title><content type='html'>I'm becoming very high maintenance-ish. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I really love it. It has been 2 years since I've been looking at you. When will you come to me? I know it's not just infatuation when it has been 2 years. I've never looked at anyone else the same way I looked at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are finally in my hands, do you know how hard it was to let go? How tempting it was for me to just turn back and tell people that you're mine to keep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All this time how could you not know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baby, you belong with me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You belong with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-6272447999686448151?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6272447999686448151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=6272447999686448151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/6272447999686448151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/6272447999686448151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-think.html' title='I think...'/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-4913089060399983864</id><published>2010-03-28T18:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T18:25:41.321+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo-sified'/><title type='text'>Inapt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jkcMVp5Vg/S6qaIsCiYLI/AAAAAAAALYE/DHSeKrDX_DI/s1600/thegoodkind.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 553px; height: 337px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jkcMVp5Vg/S6qaIsCiYLI/AAAAAAAALYE/DHSeKrDX_DI/s1600/thegoodkind.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This postsecret reminded of what a friend said while we were discussing cancer. This friend said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"If you've got the colon cancer, you're lucky!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"How can you say such things? My grandma died from colon cancer."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to this friend, the prognosis for colon cancer is very easy and obvious. So, why would my grandma die from it? Apparently cuz my grandma is old. My grandma was only a little after 60 when she died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This postsecret is exactly how I feel; though it wasn't me. I'd never wish cancer on someone. Even if you have cancer, it doesn't really matter what cancer. It still is cancer. Cancer cells are cancer cells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I was offended. My aunt and my grandma both passed away cuz of cancer and again, whether or not it's colon cancer. It still is cancer to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, this friend said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"If you have cancer, you better hope it's colon cancer."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like wtf? If I already have cancer, I don't think I really care what kind of cancer I have. I just want to be treated. At that point, your world would come crashing down on you, would you even still have the strength to wish to God that it's colon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There really isn't such a thing as good cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-4913089060399983864?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4913089060399983864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=4913089060399983864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/4913089060399983864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/4913089060399983864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2010/03/inapt.html' title='Inapt'/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jkcMVp5Vg/S6qaIsCiYLI/AAAAAAAALYE/DHSeKrDX_DI/s72-c/thegoodkind.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-6239818788633272304</id><published>2010-03-21T14:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T15:03:11.069+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outings'/><title type='text'>The Climb</title><content type='html'>No it's not a song by Miley Cyrus haha. Anyway I attended my final annual dinner in the University of Nottingham yesterday. Guess there won't be another event for me soon. After May it's work work work. FML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway quite sometime back when Jono was back, we all conquered Broga Hill (: It was the SABians outing haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we started at about 5-ish and when we got up there, it was still pretty dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs137.snc3/18467_283302667086_639872086_3615736_1978249_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 603px; height: 402px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs137.snc3/18467_283302667086_639872086_3615736_1978249_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - Posers mosers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was actually this bunch of Notts students that brought two watermelons while hiking. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs157.snc3/18467_283302692086_639872086_3615739_7642948_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 603px; height: 402px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs157.snc3/18467_283302692086_639872086_3615739_7642948_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - Enjoying the view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scenery from up there is really nice, other than the fact that it's soooo hot cuz there weren't trees around. You can't exactly hide under the lalangs as well. Erm, unless you are Alice in Wonderland and you have the potion that makes you small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs157.snc3/18467_283306557086_639872086_3615772_4943467_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 603px; height: 402px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs157.snc3/18467_283306557086_639872086_3615772_4943467_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 - The girls catching up. Clockwise from left: Seong Yee, Poh Mei, Kah Mun, Kah Yan and yours truly at the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I still have my AJC sports attire. They're still in pretty good condition actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs137.snc3/18467_283306522086_639872086_3615768_2268941_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 603px; height: 402px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs137.snc3/18467_283306522086_639872086_3615768_2268941_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 - Trying to act serene wtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs137.snc3/18467_283307297086_639872086_3615781_4075158_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 603px; height: 402px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs137.snc3/18467_283307297086_639872086_3615781_4075158_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 - The macho guys... not! Haha. Left to right: Jono, Fang and Liang Wen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs157.snc3/18467_283307867086_639872086_3615791_5558029_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 603px; height: 402px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs157.snc3/18467_283307867086_639872086_3615791_5558029_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 - We actually found a sleeping buddha haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we just nudge him a little from that rock, rest assured he'll roll far far down haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs157.snc3/18467_283308397086_639872086_3615799_1075118_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 603px; height: 402px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs157.snc3/18467_283308397086_639872086_3615799_1075118_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 - Girls (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs157.snc3/18467_283308402086_639872086_3615800_5269978_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 603px; height: 402px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs157.snc3/18467_283308402086_639872086_3615800_5269978_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 - Candid photo that Jono said was faked and that we're all good actresses. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs137.snc3/18467_283307847086_639872086_3615789_8073447_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 402px; height: 603px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs137.snc3/18467_283307847086_639872086_3615789_8073447_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 - Groupie minus Jono&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs157.snc3/18467_283307862086_639872086_3615790_6122035_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 603px; height: 402px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs157.snc3/18467_283307862086_639872086_3615790_6122035_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 - Full house (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got one of the watermelon bearers to take this for us I think. And guess what, when they reached the top, they pulled out a knife -_____- I'm like, wtf who carries a knife while hiking. And mind you it's not the small type, it's quite long. They actually had a watermelon eating contest -_____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs157.snc3/18467_283308972086_639872086_3615802_2253612_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 603px; height: 402px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs157.snc3/18467_283308972086_639872086_3615802_2253612_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 - The golden lalangs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs137.snc3/18467_283308987086_639872086_3615805_4987005_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 603px; height: 402px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs137.snc3/18467_283308987086_639872086_3615805_4987005_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 - Sunrise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is also actually where Jono would fall if we nudge him a little from the rock haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs137.snc3/18467_283308997086_639872086_3615806_3292577_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 603px; height: 402px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs137.snc3/18467_283308997086_639872086_3615806_3292577_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 - The macho-est of all. Please la balik rumah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok yays I finally did the Broga post. Nowadays I'm so lazy I don't even bother editting the pictures. Blogging was once fun for me and an outlet for me. Now I guess it isn't really that. Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayyyyy maybe next round when we climb Broga Hill we'll bring durian haha. Apparently there's another trail to Gunung Tok Wan probably 4km after the Broga Hill peak. Now I'm waiting for Fang to arrange it so that we can all go climb hills and sing songs from 'The Sound of Music' haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-6239818788633272304?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6239818788633272304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=6239818788633272304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/6239818788633272304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/6239818788633272304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2010/03/climb.html' title='The Climb'/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-3965169015289489688</id><published>2010-03-11T02:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T02:41:07.768+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><title type='text'>Be Thankful</title><content type='html'>Sometimes what you need is to look into the lives of others to realize that your life isn't all that bad and you have a lot to be thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick Vujicic is a 27 year old man who is born without arms and legs, just a vestigial left foot. Even so, he joked about that a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video made me tear and I guess I've got a lot to be thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ciYk-UwqFKA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ciYk-UwqFKA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-3965169015289489688?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3965169015289489688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=3965169015289489688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/3965169015289489688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/3965169015289489688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2010/03/be-thankful.html' title='Be Thankful'/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-24324510230022097</id><published>2010-03-08T02:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T02:47:14.906+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bitchings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uni-related'/><title type='text'>Stressed</title><content type='html'>I think I lost my willpower to slog on for Masters. FML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I could think of daily are things like what to eat during the effing weekend. WEEKEND okay, WEEKEND! Or like, when can I have beer? Though TheBoyfriend and I did something that we haven't done in the longest time -- drinking just the two of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so easy to do all these stuff back when you're still at the courting stage and in a blink of an eye, after 3 years, you've regressed to that "Let's just stay home" or like "Whose house tonight?" or like "What do you want to do?". It wasn't those spontaneous stuff that you used to do anymore. We went to Alexis on Saturday night just to have beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we first started dating, it was always Margaritas for me. I still love my Margaritas but I guess lately, I enjoy beer more than liquor. And up till now, I don't understand girls who say "I don't drink beer, they make me feel bloated" blablabla like it's a low class drink. Hello just drink your beer it's good for you! Yums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiya verbal vomit right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway seriously. I don't have the drive to go on. Not with my life, but with studies. Never in my life would I have thought that I'd think I'm done studying. Oy what happened to the nerdy geeky Eelaine Boo. Sigh. It's just till May. Or more like April 21st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not fun when you know you have 3 distillation columns waiting for you to look at. Seriously FML. FML FML FML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have the Broga Hill post waiting for ages but seriously I don't have the mood to blog about pictures. -_- And my muscles hurt like a bitch today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm thinking about Nando's for the weekend. Half chicken with no side dishes for me please! I don't know why but I love Nando's haha. It's so yummy. Sighs I wish food will just appear from thin air. Like, whatever food I think of, it'll appear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I could really use some ikura. And salmon. And those beef from Rakuzen omaigawd they were so good. Food food food food. Sighs. What's with me and food. Aiya crap, verbal vomit nonstop. Sighs. Imma go read some manga before I sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-24324510230022097?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/24324510230022097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=24324510230022097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/24324510230022097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/24324510230022097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2010/03/stressed.html' title='Stressed'/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-3430824436121906962</id><published>2010-02-14T16:15:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T16:40:18.888+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><title type='text'>Happy CNY and Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>Happy CNY to all and Valentine's day. (: May the tigers rule 2010. Speaking of which, I'm a tigress hoho watch out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway some really overdue pictures. Been meaning to blog about it but kinda forgotten about it along the way. There was some procrastination going on as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been ages since I last partied and I also kind of lost my mojo in partying. I feel olddddd. Like all I wanna do is just sit down, and have my drink kthxbai. But how can I say no to partying when it's one of my reaaaaally good buddy's birthday. No excuses haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/S3ey6-DmpkI/AAAAAAAAASM/hObKl2agHTY/s1600-h/KC%27s+24th+Blog+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 560px; height: 420px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/S3ey6-DmpkI/AAAAAAAAASM/hObKl2agHTY/s400/KC%27s+24th+Blog+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438011801233434178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group picca -- Me, KC, You Jing, JJ, Yi Ling, Phoony and Ronny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/S3ey6oYL4SI/AAAAAAAAASE/Ih9mw4o7XE8/s1600-h/KC%27s+24th+Blog+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 560px; height: 420px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/S3ey6oYL4SI/AAAAAAAAASE/Ih9mw4o7XE8/s400/KC%27s+24th+Blog+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438011795414180130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy who says emo stuff whenever we drink hahahaha say dunno what how many years of friendship la blablabla. Kidding. He's very macho one wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/S3ey6QRXABI/AAAAAAAAAR8/4pe6SGSRqlE/s1600-h/KC%27s+24th+Blog+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 560px; height: 420px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/S3ey6QRXABI/AAAAAAAAAR8/4pe6SGSRqlE/s400/KC%27s+24th+Blog+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438011788943097874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/S3ey6KmCEQI/AAAAAAAAAR0/5UQWDPF4f3E/s1600-h/KC%27s+24th+Blog+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 560px; height: 420px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/S3ey6KmCEQI/AAAAAAAAAR0/5UQWDPF4f3E/s400/KC%27s+24th+Blog+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438011787419193602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another group picture outside G6. I think it's G6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's this new club in Garden's. Or more like, ON Garden's cuz it's on the roof. Don't really like that place, small and crampy and I hate the music selection. The whole night we were there, they were playing a lot of Lady Gaga's song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ok with her music but how do you dance to her songs? -_- Sorry I really don't know how to do so unless it's R&amp;amp;B and hippityhop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/S3ey5-_BpbI/AAAAAAAAARs/WxnJSgUJsJc/s1600-h/KC%27s+24th+Blog+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 560px; height: 420px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/S3ey5-_BpbI/AAAAAAAAARs/WxnJSgUJsJc/s400/KC%27s+24th+Blog+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438011784302798258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/S3eyr2BsmBI/AAAAAAAAARk/UWtwOmkBFB0/s1600-h/KC%27s+24th+Blog+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 560px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/S3eyr2BsmBI/AAAAAAAAARk/UWtwOmkBFB0/s400/KC%27s+24th+Blog+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438011541379913746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self-appointed ambassador for Yeo's lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/S3eyrZWppGI/AAAAAAAAARc/sheTmISx2zw/s1600-h/KC%27s+24th+Blog+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 560px; height: 420px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/S3eyrZWppGI/AAAAAAAAARc/sheTmISx2zw/s400/KC%27s+24th+Blog+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438011533683172450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the part where we made people stand in front, or more like, ONLY DICKY haha and question him about everything under the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/S3eyrARCi9I/AAAAAAAAARU/OStmok2999Y/s1600-h/KC%27s+24th+Blog+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 560px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/S3eyrARCi9I/AAAAAAAAARU/OStmok2999Y/s400/KC%27s+24th+Blog+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438011526948752338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who fell into the pool. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dicky and I have a plan actually. How can a birthday be so quiet right? Must make KC remember his birthday. So KC was sitting near the little fountain area and I told Dicky to just pretend to sit and talk to KC then push him inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN DICKY FELL INTO THE FOUNTAIN AS WELL HAHAHAHAHAHAHA SUPER FUNNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His shoes were soaked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/S3eyqteCcyI/AAAAAAAAARM/xDuHQgnsEuU/s1600-h/KC%27s+24th+Blog+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 560px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/S3eyqteCcyI/AAAAAAAAARM/xDuHQgnsEuU/s400/KC%27s+24th+Blog+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438011521902998306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said wet birthday boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost got dragged into it. Why my friends don't treat me as a girl -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for supper after and ate, duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/S3eyqVQrEUI/AAAAAAAAARE/_OuVHwtWu5o/s1600-h/KC%27s+24th+Blog+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 560px; height: 420px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/S3eyqVQrEUI/AAAAAAAAARE/_OuVHwtWu5o/s400/KC%27s+24th+Blog+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438011515404489026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/S3eyKjp_ohI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/bW75g77iho4/s1600-h/KC%27s+24th+Blog+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 560px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/S3eyKjp_ohI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/bW75g77iho4/s400/KC%27s+24th+Blog+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438010969512976914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To engrossed in my food to bother about cameras. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/S3eyKYnEDBI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/GljV5HSLN-Y/s1600-h/KC%27s+24th+Blog+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 560px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/S3eyKYnEDBI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/GljV5HSLN-Y/s400/KC%27s+24th+Blog+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438010966547893266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stone-Yi Ling and Siao-You Jing. Not bad ah. Both also S. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/S3eyJ4lE6KI/AAAAAAAAAQs/b-pCzJfhstI/s1600-h/KC%27s+24th+Blog+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 560px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/S3eyJ4lE6KI/AAAAAAAAAQs/b-pCzJfhstI/s400/KC%27s+24th+Blog+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438010957949626530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/S3eyJmBjxwI/AAAAAAAAAQk/OV8zdzaHj1Q/s1600-h/KC%27s+24th+Blog+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 560px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/S3eyJmBjxwI/AAAAAAAAAQk/OV8zdzaHj1Q/s400/KC%27s+24th+Blog+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438010952968816386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Aiya don't disturb me eat!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the reason why people should not take photos when one is eating. The savage in you just comes out and noms all the way without etiquette haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the eve of CNY right, my good SAB friends have a brilliant plan of going hiking in this Bukit Putih which is also known as Ah Pak San. Direct translation would be Uncle's Hill. And there were a lot of uncles there I kid you not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they are all so much more fit that I am. -_- I lost kao kao I tell you. But then again, the journey up was filled with laughter, we didn't have much stamina to laugh and hike at the same time you see haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, happy CNY and Valentine's day again! Next entry will be probably about Broga Hill (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-3430824436121906962?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3430824436121906962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=3430824436121906962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/3430824436121906962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/3430824436121906962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-cny-and-valentines-day.html' title='Happy CNY and Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/S3ey6-DmpkI/AAAAAAAAASM/hObKl2agHTY/s72-c/KC%27s+24th+Blog+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-4492952214608615920</id><published>2010-02-01T19:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T19:09:58.334+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Oh Thank You Postsecret!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jkcMVp5Vg/S1uNeIY4kfI/AAAAAAAAK58/ENKXWvFfYjg/s1600/dontgetit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 606px; height: 430px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jkcMVp5Vg/S1uNeIY4kfI/AAAAAAAAK58/ENKXWvFfYjg/s1600/dontgetit.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither do I. At least someone shares the same feeling as me. Now I'm waiting for one about Kristen Stewart and her stoned face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-4492952214608615920?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4492952214608615920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=4492952214608615920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/4492952214608615920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/4492952214608615920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2010/02/oh-thank-you-postsecret.html' title='Oh Thank You Postsecret!'/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jkcMVp5Vg/S1uNeIY4kfI/AAAAAAAAK58/ENKXWvFfYjg/s72-c/dontgetit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-4174341344742899708</id><published>2010-01-27T01:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T02:22:28.875+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Festive'/><title type='text'>Xmas 2009</title><content type='html'>I think I lost my mojo in blogging -- which explains the delay in everything haha. Like I'm especially slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway exams are over and it was a huge relief though something did came up during my last paper. The office made a mistake and at least now everything is settled. Though my lecturer didn't have the chance to help haha but he was very reassuring. So I guess, there are still many people who actually care about the welfare of their students, and not just try to get more of your money, or your dad's money to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I celebrated my Christmas with TheBoyfriend and his friends. It was a pretty quiet one I guess, drinks, poker, charades. Just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs217.snc3/22471_251731196140_648276140_4722740_1719744_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 401px; height: 603px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs217.snc3/22471_251731196140_648276140_4722740_1719744_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TheBoyfriend who just got off work and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs217.snc3/22471_251731221140_648276140_4722743_5187838_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 401px; height: 603px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs217.snc3/22471_251731221140_648276140_4722743_5187838_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BFF and me haha. It's called the BFF fist bump!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just met her recently as she stays in NZ and doesn't exactly come back to Malaysia often. We sat in Sai Kong's car on the way to Genting and we kind of bonded and we realized we have the same brand of humour -- super lameness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We clicked quite well, so Sai Kong starts calling us BFFs. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs217.snc3/22471_251731271140_648276140_4722748_7336191_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 401px; height: 603px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs217.snc3/22471_251731271140_648276140_4722748_7336191_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The presents! Guess which was mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We exchanged gifts that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs217.snc3/22471_251731311140_648276140_4722755_4495903_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 401px; height: 603px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs217.snc3/22471_251731311140_648276140_4722755_4495903_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mun Fai. Please read the fine prints. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he bought it back when we went to Krabi in 2008. Cuz I had a picture of him wearing that t-shirt haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs237.snc3/22471_251731481140_648276140_4722773_5781007_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 401px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs237.snc3/22471_251731481140_648276140_4722773_5781007_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NatalieBFF, me, Pui Leng and Joynise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs217.snc3/22471_251731511140_648276140_4722777_3657098_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 401px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs217.snc3/22471_251731511140_648276140_4722777_3657098_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NatalieBFF and her boyfriend, Sai Kong. Haha so funny la this picture. How can I not include this picture lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs237.snc3/22471_251731736140_648276140_4722809_7091781_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 401px; height: 603px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs237.snc3/22471_251731736140_648276140_4722809_7091781_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my present, which wasn't even wrapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, leave it to the guys to buy presents. -_- Horrible present-givers except to their own girlfriends. Wai Loon got biscuits from Marks&amp;amp;Spencer which were really yummy honestly, but haha really. Guys. *Rolls eyes* The reason why he got that was cuz he himself wanted to eat it -_- My present became everyone's joy haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs217.snc3/22471_251731881140_648276140_4722826_7311202_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 401px; height: 603px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs217.snc3/22471_251731881140_648276140_4722826_7311202_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Act cute wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs217.snc3/22471_251732016140_648276140_4722844_4066724_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 401px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs217.snc3/22471_251732016140_648276140_4722844_4066724_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yums! But I think lately I've been more of a beer person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what TheBoyfriend got as present? We actually have a RM20 budget to buy a present, then he just went to Starbucks and bought vouchers and put it in his company's envelope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think most guys should learn to put in effort into getting gifts -_- I mean, practical yes, but sometimes presents are for memory (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs217.snc3/22471_251732061140_648276140_4722850_6915211_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 401px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs217.snc3/22471_251732061140_648276140_4722850_6915211_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pui Leng, Natalie, me and Rose -- Normal smiley happy faces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs217.snc3/22471_251732066140_648276140_4722851_8337826_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 401px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs217.snc3/22471_251732066140_648276140_4722851_8337826_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly we missed our medication time haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played charades in the end and the guys were like so egoistic say the girls can have more people in their teams (Ee Pei, Rose, Pui Leng, Natalie and me) while they only have 4 initially. Then Mun Fai came back and the number was evened out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs237.snc3/22471_251732106140_648276140_4722856_210902_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 401px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs237.snc3/22471_251732106140_648276140_4722856_210902_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess hard guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who won in the end! Girl power hohoho. We played movies for that night and I got this ridiculous title. MANCHURIAN CANDIDATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like hellooooo how am I gonna act that out and I didn't even watch that movie. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs237.snc3/22471_251732151140_648276140_4722863_1964512_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 401px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs237.snc3/22471_251732151140_648276140_4722863_1964512_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wai Loon is in his own world wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time before the guys start guessing, they ask "Is it a Disney movie?" cuz we kept giving them chick flicks and Disney movies haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, that was my Christmas, more quiet compared to &lt;a href="http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2008/12/x-m-s-e-v-e-twas-also-day-when-aussies.html"&gt;2008's Christmas celebration&lt;/a&gt;. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs uni have started but I only have 6 hours of class a week. But but butttttt the rest of the time I have spend it designing my column. Hooray.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-4174341344742899708?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4174341344742899708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=4174341344742899708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/4174341344742899708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/4174341344742899708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2010/01/xmas-2009.html' title='Xmas 2009'/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-5031728801665296728</id><published>2010-01-14T00:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T01:13:17.111+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uni-related'/><title type='text'>Oh Goodie</title><content type='html'>My lecturer just messaged me on MSN..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/S03-IyPbXaI/AAAAAAAAAPg/HI_3njgwKZE/s1600-h/Convo+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/S03-IyPbXaI/AAAAAAAAAPg/HI_3njgwKZE/s400/Convo+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426272552930205090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very jin gak want to remark my paper haha let's hope he doesn't do that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was asking him about CFD (Computational Fluid Dynamics) in the UK cuz most of the time, I cannot understand what the UK papers are asking. And I asked if CFD is tougher over there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/S03-JWMEHHI/AAAAAAAAAPo/l2Wx4oM5Nv4/s1600-h/Convo+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 182px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/S03-JWMEHHI/AAAAAAAAAPo/l2Wx4oM5Nv4/s400/Convo+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426272562579774578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is my lecturer so funny! Major boring-ness. I'm not gonna have interesting lecturers like him next semester. Ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-5031728801665296728?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5031728801665296728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=5031728801665296728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/5031728801665296728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/5031728801665296728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2010/01/oh-goodie.html' title='Oh Goodie'/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/S03-IyPbXaI/AAAAAAAAAPg/HI_3njgwKZE/s72-c/Convo+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-198473218490328622</id><published>2010-01-05T03:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T03:26:31.056+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bitchings'/><title type='text'>Wee Hours</title><content type='html'>Sighs it's not doing me any good. I can't absorb what I'm studying. Die die die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs I regret cutting my hair before the break. Granted it was a long, long time ago, a month even maybe. But I cut it in a way that they're mostly the same length and I left my fringe long just so I can tie them up altogether. Easier for the lazy bum like me. I remember I told the hairstylist not to cut too much, I'll give him 2-inch to help me try even the length.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave me the hmm-look so I asked is it hard for him to do so with 2 inch and he said yes. Then I said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ok before I change my mind, just cut however much you think is necessary!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end result? 4-5 inches gone. Just like that. Gone. Bear in mind I'm not in favour of haircuts. I don't know why, I just don't like to cut my hair or even get a trim. Now my hair barely touches my shoulder blades and I can't freaking curl my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more nicely curled hair, though I don't do it often. But I get super nice results when I do. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, the stress is making me lose more hair. I will freaking go bald one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AIYA DAMN STRESS I DON'T WANT TO STUDY ANYMORE. *Hurls profanities left right centre*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T______T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STRESS STRESS STRESS. Worse part is, I don't even know wtf I'm studying. Dunno what l*njiao Kolmogorov's theory la got TWO c*bai theories somemore ok. Then dunno what l*njiao DNS la then got compressible and incompressible Navier-Stokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What l*n now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aihs so stress it's making me curse like a sailor. Dunno how TheBoyfriend tahan the sailor in me hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-198473218490328622?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/198473218490328622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=198473218490328622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/198473218490328622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/198473218490328622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2010/01/wee-hours.html' title='Wee Hours'/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-7955573167019833435</id><published>2009-12-29T23:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T23:19:50.498+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='(:'/><title type='text'>Momma Sheep Came Home For Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/SzocWHPcujI/AAAAAAAAAPY/EjFPXc9iezs/s1600-h/091229-231059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 520px; height: 390px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/SzocWHPcujI/AAAAAAAAAPY/EjFPXc9iezs/s400/091229-231059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420676267720358450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TheBoyfriend brought home MommaSheep for Christmas yays! (But actually I wanted the bigger one hahahaha). Sighs I'm a 23-year-old who is still obsessed with soft toys and still sleep with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember he once said that toys are to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'tam'&lt;/span&gt; (something like coax) little girls but it can do away with me -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I opened his present for me, he said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Oh my God this means you will have more soft toys on your bed already....."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn you're right hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will blog about Christmas Eve soon (: And I'm itching to play O2Jam wtf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-7955573167019833435?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7955573167019833435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=7955573167019833435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/7955573167019833435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/7955573167019833435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2009/12/momma-sheep-came-home-for-christmas.html' title='Momma Sheep Came Home For Christmas!'/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/SzocWHPcujI/AAAAAAAAAPY/EjFPXc9iezs/s72-c/091229-231059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-569335324967022307</id><published>2009-12-23T19:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T20:00:51.005+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><title type='text'>O_o</title><content type='html'>TheBoyfriend came over last night and later that night, I asked him to take me out for supper.&lt;br /&gt;So he said ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;TheBoyfriend: You're gonna go out like that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I was wearing oversized t-shirt and my comfy shorts that are really short and it's only for home)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: Er, ok mah. No need to change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;TheBoyfriend: Can you at least wear a longer pair of shorts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Me:. ... Is this long enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Points at my long pants*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;TheBoyfriend: Oh that one also can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Took another pair of shorts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;TheBoyfriend: What's the difference between this and the one you're wearing? It's the same length!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: Nah! It's longer. Can see the shorts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;TheBoyfriend: Oh ok got difference. This one can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-___________________________-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-569335324967022307?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/569335324967022307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=569335324967022307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/569335324967022307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/569335324967022307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2009/12/oo.html' title='O_o'/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-2455937841343020146</id><published>2009-12-21T00:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T01:02:24.688+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>My Pretty Mug (:</title><content type='html'>So it's time to bring out those dusty books for reading and calculator. Thank goodness my notes are always in an orderly manner; or else I'd have to rearrange and that would be quite a bitch to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest thought, I don't feel like studying. I just want to sleep and shop whole day. I always feel like this when the stress level is high. -_- Now I'm trying to use coffee to make me stay awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffee didn't have any effect on me last time. I could drink two sachets (in one mug) and I will still sleep like a pig -- to no one's surprise haha. Now I just use one sachet and add in one teaspoon of 117 coffee (Japanese brand, it's awesome I tell you! So fragrant!) and yays I can study without feeling sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/Sy5TDTnXPVI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/dAyzM6dpd6M/s1600-h/091221-003734.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 560px; height: 420px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/Sy5TDTnXPVI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/dAyzM6dpd6M/s400/091221-003734.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417358718043372882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this mug. See the mermaid? So pretty (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, brown has been my favourite colour. I think my favourite colour changes from time to time. But my all time favourite colour is always between baby blue and red. I want to change those blinds in my room to pretty curtains but the dust would kill me. The blinds are so much more convenient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look carefully, you could also see my favourite Barbie doll at the top of the shelf. It's a collector's item. I could never ever bring myself to let that Barbie go. It is just so pretty (: The mashimaro was a gift from a group of tuition friends -- I used to be crazily obsessed with that obese rabbit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, my current favourite perfume -- CK One Summer! It was a present from Daniel (: It's kinda sad that I won't be seeing him till 2011 -_- Bodoh punya budak. He just called me over the weekend, apparently to wish me Merry Christmas, alllllll the way from Notts UK. Haha. Aiyah, there's a hidden agenda as usual -- help him with Hysys haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all honesty, I did not expect myself to be dealing with Hysys cuz it was such a bitch to learn it back in Year 2. Now I find it to be relatively easy -- it's not that difficult to grasp the concept. I used to hate it back then. But would I get a job that requires me to use Hysys extensively? Not too sure -- maybe yes if the pay is good haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now a pro in recycle streams. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs. Christmas is near and I have to hand in two more of my courseworks. I'm feeling kinda lazy to do them but one of them is a 25% coursework for my module. Argh. I don't know what's the other one but I think it should be about 30%? FML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok shan't talk about sad stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Pavilion with TheBoyfriend on Friday and he bought me a new pair of heels hoho. It's kinda ironic cuz he's always the one who tells me that I have enough shoes to last me and I don't even wear them often enough (Which is kinda true). We were looking at some shoes and then he took this pair and said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Oh got your size" &lt;/span&gt;and then asked me to try them. To be honest, I don't really like them but he sorta psycho-ed me into liking them wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kept saying that I don't have anything like that. Then I'll say they kinda look like what I'm wearing at the moment but he insisted that they look nicer -_- Oklor, when TheBoyfriend says nice, then nice. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He should also be choosing nail polish colours for me too. He chose really nice colours. So far the two that he has chosen for me were really pretty. (: Yays I got my own stylist wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left4Dead2 is tough, especially the last map. But not bad ok, I saved everyone at the parking area, where you just got up from the sewer. Gosh that last map is such a bitch to play. Alright, enough of blogging, shall go back to studying ): I wish I'm one of those people who have photographic memory then I don't have to study so hard. Ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-2455937841343020146?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2455937841343020146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=2455937841343020146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/2455937841343020146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/2455937841343020146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-pretty-mug.html' title='My Pretty Mug (:'/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/Sy5TDTnXPVI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/dAyzM6dpd6M/s72-c/091221-003734.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-4351229464434570579</id><published>2009-12-17T01:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T21:35:24.589+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Festive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Xmas 2009 Wishlist</title><content type='html'>Another wishlist, probably none will be fulfilled haha why is my life so sad? And why am I laughing at my own misery. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/SykaJyhmtyI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Ej2G480KMgY/s1600-h/o_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 21px; height: 21px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/SykaJyhmtyI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Ej2G480KMgY/s400/o_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415888782373599010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Santa, I have been really good this year. Please bring me any items from the list below ok? I don't have a chimney so I'll just leave the back door unlocked and I'll give you one whole carton of milk and Famous Amos cookies ok? Please please please give me any of the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.roslihanip.com/images/ringgit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 421px; height: 327px;" src="http://www.roslihanip.com/images/ringgit.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you give me this, heaps of it please, you don't have to get me anything else. Just make sure it's in abundance! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/SykaXCm1C2I/AAAAAAAAAPA/yg0pBpagWTU/s1600-h/boo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 21px; height: 21px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/SykaXCm1C2I/AAAAAAAAAPA/yg0pBpagWTU/s400/boo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415889010028776290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.gadgetdug.com/images/canon-ixus-120-is.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 217px;" src="http://www.gadgetdug.com/images/canon-ixus-120-is.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one in silver please! Canon Ixus 120 is good enough for me. Don't need one that is too fancy, this is compact and just nice for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.panasonic.com.my/web/imgPrd/8273/DMC-FX65_346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 346px; height: 248px;" src="http://www.panasonic.com.my/web/imgPrd/8273/DMC-FX65_346.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't make up my mind which Lumix is good haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://elitebag.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/20081202-louis-vuitton-damier-azur-galliera-pm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 438px; height: 456px;" src="http://elitebag.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/20081202-louis-vuitton-damier-azur-galliera-pm.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://iammissb.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/lv-galliera1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 282px;" src="http://iammissb.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/lv-galliera1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hellooooo Galliera come to mommaaaaaaaaa &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/SykaXCm1C2I/AAAAAAAAAPA/yg0pBpagWTU/s1600-h/boo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 21px; height: 21px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/SykaXCm1C2I/AAAAAAAAAPA/yg0pBpagWTU/s400/boo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415889010028776290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/SykaXhH3noI/AAAAAAAAAPI/D-1vDMIIGtU/s1600-h/Heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 21px; height: 21px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/SykaXhH3noI/AAAAAAAAAPI/D-1vDMIIGtU/s400/Heart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415889018220420738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/SykaXhH3noI/AAAAAAAAAPI/D-1vDMIIGtU/s1600-h/Heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 21px; height: 21px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/SykaXhH3noI/AAAAAAAAAPI/D-1vDMIIGtU/s400/Heart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415889018220420738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/SykaXhH3noI/AAAAAAAAAPI/D-1vDMIIGtU/s1600-h/Heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 21px; height: 21px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/SykaXhH3noI/AAAAAAAAAPI/D-1vDMIIGtU/s400/Heart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415889018220420738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/SykaXhH3noI/AAAAAAAAAPI/D-1vDMIIGtU/s1600-h/Heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 21px; height: 21px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/SykaXhH3noI/AAAAAAAAAPI/D-1vDMIIGtU/s400/Heart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415889018220420738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/SykaXhH3noI/AAAAAAAAAPI/D-1vDMIIGtU/s1600-h/Heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 21px; height: 21px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/SykaXhH3noI/AAAAAAAAAPI/D-1vDMIIGtU/s400/Heart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415889018220420738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cuti.com.my/Sub/Terengganu/langten2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 350px;" src="http://www.cuti.com.my/Sub/Terengganu/langten2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would love to go to Lang Tengah and relax before I begin my grueling semester in late January. I'll probably die from designing columns that won't leak and harm the residents around. Don't want another Bhopal incident here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize I have a sad life. I went to Genting during the weekend and I saw this LED board stating the temperature etc. Then I saw RH and my heart skipped a beat cuz I was like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ooooo relative humidity is 60%.... Is it really that humid now.."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/SykaJyhmtyI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Ej2G480KMgY/s1600-h/o_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 21px; height: 21px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/SykaJyhmtyI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Ej2G480KMgY/s400/o_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415888782373599010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/SykaJyhmtyI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Ej2G480KMgY/s1600-h/o_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 21px; height: 21px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/SykaJyhmtyI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Ej2G480KMgY/s400/o_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415888782373599010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/SykaJyhmtyI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Ej2G480KMgY/s1600-h/o_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 21px; height: 21px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/SykaJyhmtyI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Ej2G480KMgY/s400/o_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415888782373599010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/SykaJyhmtyI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Ej2G480KMgY/s1600-h/o_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 21px; height: 21px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/SykaJyhmtyI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Ej2G480KMgY/s400/o_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415888782373599010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, seriously Eelaine Boo you really need a break..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA2PG_4herc/SBVKmfxL1tI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iGUdUZeFKdQ/s400/shopaholic.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 365px; height: 324px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA2PG_4herc/SBVKmfxL1tI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iGUdUZeFKdQ/s400/shopaholic.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okla I think I'll be happy if I get to shop and buy things that I really want. Maybe should go back home and do the puppy eye thing at my dad cuz my hard earned money from those freelance jobs is depleting. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/SykaQZAuzhI/AAAAAAAAAO4/nKmHfQ3jtFg/s1600-h/%3D%28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 21px; height: 21px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/SykaQZAuzhI/AAAAAAAAAO4/nKmHfQ3jtFg/s400/%3D%28.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415888895783915026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I need to go get new jobs or I can just be a poor student surviving on bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shan't be greedy and I'll just list this few for Santa to pick which to give me hahahaha. And this post is tagged as meme cuz it's about meeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, we've handed in the section of FYP that we're supposed to do this semester. Now I feel a little aimless in life cuz I don't have a goal at the moment wtf. But fret not, I'll have new goals tomorrow -- Start studying wtf this is the second last chance I can study and be kiasu to the max and also play Left4Dead2 this weekend! Roarrrrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****Edit&lt;br /&gt;I forgot #6! I want a new set of curling tong please! Thin, medium, thick! Plus hair straightener (I don't need it now) for future use as well lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-4351229464434570579?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4351229464434570579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=4351229464434570579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/4351229464434570579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/4351229464434570579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2009/12/xmas-2009-wishlist.html' title='Xmas 2009 Wishlist'/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/SykaJyhmtyI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Ej2G480KMgY/s72-c/o_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-4575976323820649448</id><published>2009-12-10T00:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T00:29:26.573+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uni-related'/><title type='text'>Just A Small Update (:</title><content type='html'>I hope this is the last I see of you Hysys. Thanks for making my life suffer and also giving me one pimple after being pimple-free for like, half a year seriously. I can't believe I finished it on my own and with so many recycle streams as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now shall move on to the next few parts of it and then thanks everyone for the hard work and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;san fu sai lei dei la&lt;/span&gt; (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-4575976323820649448?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4575976323820649448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=4575976323820649448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/4575976323820649448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/4575976323820649448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-small-update.html' title='Just A Small Update (:'/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-5834584719959306440</id><published>2009-12-04T20:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T20:40:10.975+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='(:'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uni-related'/><title type='text'>(((((((((((((((((((((=</title><content type='html'>The RND I've worked on last year is being published as a paper in 16th ASEAN Regional Symposium on Chemical Engineering! (: Journal coming up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/SxkCpO3Tx8I/AAAAAAAAAOc/ocFugQMDHfE/s1600-h/PAPER.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 423px; height: 184px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/SxkCpO3Tx8I/AAAAAAAAAOc/ocFugQMDHfE/s400/PAPER.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411359334650333122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So happy! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-5834584719959306440?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5834584719959306440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=5834584719959306440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/5834584719959306440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/5834584719959306440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title='(((((((((((((((((((((='/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/SxkCpO3Tx8I/AAAAAAAAAOc/ocFugQMDHfE/s72-c/PAPER.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-3312973988012605885</id><published>2009-12-03T21:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T21:36:54.411+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTFs'/><title type='text'>What About R.Patt?</title><content type='html'>So I was coming back to Cheras from Semenyih in the evening and they had this contest on Fly FM where they play a short clip of Edward and Jacob from the Twilight series. Then, a girl is supposed to imitate Bella Swan. They are trying to find the Malaysian-Bella Swan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl called in, and she was asked for her name and she replied, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Bella Swan.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KANASAI WTF IS SHE SERIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she said she wants to speak to Edward and then they played a clip of Edward talking. (Sorry don't remember what it was about)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl got all cibai mushy ok. So fucking gross. She went like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Oh Edward, I could not live without you..... I would give up my life for you..... I would turn immortal for you...."&lt;/span&gt; and many, many more lines that are like so fucking mushy it gave me goosebumps. The killer line was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"So bite me now."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only time I ever asked someone to bite me is when I'm being sarcastic. Like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yeah so? Bite me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I never really understand is (Sorry I'm about to offend many, many Robert Pattison's fans) WHAT IS SO NICE ABOUT ROBERT PATTISON. His acting is shit. He is not that worth drooling over. And girls who watched Twilight go head over heels over this guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw the movie I went&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Omg wtf they just murdered the character by choosing this guy kanasai cannot make it"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drool your head seriously. Then today's phone call was like damn freaky. Those girls really sound like they're damn in love with Edward. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yao mou wor... (Canto: Got or not)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When TheBoyfriend and I saw the poster for New Moon, he said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I'm sure you want to watch this one."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I asked what made him think so. He told me a lot of girls like that main character = Robert Pattison. I just gave him that grossed out look and ask if he thinks I have such a bad taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess today I just cannot tahan how the girls went gaga over this Edward/Robert Pattison. I guess cuz it's one too many phone calls pretending to be Bella Swan and declaring her love for Edward Cullen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-___________________________________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously bie tahan. Compare Gerard Butler and Edward Cullen. One's a man and buff and the other's a boy with flabby body. But I'd pick Jacob Black over Edward Cullen anytime. I've not watched the movie but I've seen clips of Jacob Black's body. So drool-worthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I think I bitched enough about this R.Patt (Glamour name apparently) so I'm gonna stop here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to all R.Patt's fans, it's just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY TWO CENTS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-3312973988012605885?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3312973988012605885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=3312973988012605885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/3312973988012605885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/3312973988012605885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-about-rpatt.html' title='What About R.Patt?'/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-5545747397323912550</id><published>2009-11-29T17:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T17:19:58.690+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outings'/><title type='text'>Better Now</title><content type='html'>At least this weekend was more happening in the sense that I actually went out with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and that also, I have to be threatened with something and then only I agreed to go. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masters make you do weird shit. Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Souled Out and then adjourned to karaoke cuz all of us need some good yelling to let go of the pent up stress -- especially me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb286/lil_boo86_2/Redbox%2029th%20November%202009/Redbox291109_002_resizecopy.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Specimen #1 -- Too stressed under the hot sun haha. Eh engineer okay! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that my future? Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb286/lil_boo86_2/Redbox%2029th%20November%202009/Redbox291109_007_resizecopy.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phoony is just too happy to be over and done with his masters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never believed how stressed he is until I started mine. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb286/lil_boo86_2/Redbox%2029th%20November%202009/Redbox291109_010_resizecopy.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What got us through. Seriously. Need to stock up on beer woots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb286/lil_boo86_2/Redbox%2029th%20November%202009/Redbox291109_013_resizecopy.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were bored we decided to make faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb286/lil_boo86_2/Redbox%2029th%20November%202009/Collage_resize.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WUAHAHAHAHAHAHA HELLO YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look so tired.. I totally KO-ed when I got back on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brenda and I stayed up till 4am on Thursday night to do our coursework. Die die also must finish cuz we want to go back on Friday. Then we got up at about 8-ish, 9 to go back to uni to finish up the rest of the coursework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back home and went for dinner and had a couple of glasses of wine and then my head decided that it wants to feel like exploding so I went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I KO-ed till the next morning. Or was it afternoon haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb286/lil_boo86_2/Redbox%2029th%20November%202009/Redbox291109_021_resizecopy.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at Ronny's emotional face -- Dealing with too much reactors, that's why. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb286/lil_boo86_2/Redbox%2029th%20November%202009/Redbox291109_022_resizecopy.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singer of the year -- Can pose for me somemore wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKLA at least I went out this week. I'm going for Nando's again later yumssss I can never get sick of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked TheBoyfriend if we can have Nando's every week that I'm back, he blatantly said no. Like, very stern "No". Sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then only 10 minutes ago he said we shall have Nando's cuz it'll give me the strength to carry on wtf. I think my life is quite sad. It revolves around food. Yesterday at Redbox everyone was laughing at how I pick out all the greenpeas with such determination and concentration. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really. If one day I stop enjoying food, I guess something is terribly wrong with me and you wouldn't even know what is wrong. Oh isn't that terrible? Haha I'm being incoherent so taaaa Imma go get ready.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-5545747397323912550?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5545747397323912550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=5545747397323912550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/5545747397323912550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/5545747397323912550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2009/11/better-now.html' title='Better Now'/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb286/lil_boo86_2/Redbox%2029th%20November%202009/th_Redbox291109_002_resizecopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-8106855798649672224</id><published>2009-11-25T20:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T20:28:26.784+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lols'/><title type='text'>400th Post</title><content type='html'>At dinner:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Yann: My side hurts &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Clutches left side of his waist*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Eelaine: Appendix (Short for appendicitis) is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Yann: What appendix? I thought appendix is in the project one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All: ... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Burst out laughing*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Brenda: It's nga nga cheong laaaaa (Canto).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not even pretense. He honestly didn't know at the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-8106855798649672224?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8106855798649672224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=8106855798649672224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/8106855798649672224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/8106855798649672224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2009/11/400th-post.html' title='400th Post'/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-1069826797239395089</id><published>2009-11-23T14:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T20:12:38.576+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTFs'/><title type='text'>**Edit</title><content type='html'>Post removed cuz the guy apologized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to coursework @ 24th November 2009.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-1069826797239395089?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1069826797239395089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=1069826797239395089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/1069826797239395089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/1069826797239395089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-fk.html' title='**Edit'/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-836966155434419327</id><published>2009-11-16T21:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T21:54:42.558+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='(:'/><title type='text'>Of Bonds &amp; Silence</title><content type='html'>I don't know why but at this very moment, I miss my Biffy a lot.&lt;br /&gt;I wish she's actually in Malaysia, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND &lt;/span&gt;a Malaysian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish she's actually in the same university with me, staying in the same rented house with me.&lt;br /&gt;Well she'll probably get on my nerves for being messy but I know I wouldn't mind it as much, just cuz she's my biffy.&lt;br /&gt;I guess we'd just snap at each other and then apologize and say we're best friends again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it's all the stress that I'm going through right now, I just want a friend that I can be with, without saying anything. Like, a silent conversation.&lt;br /&gt;I really missed that moment back in Clarke Quay, where we just sat in the restaurant, minding our own business and yet feel so bonded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish she's here then I can just start ranting and know she'll give me the best advice ever.&lt;br /&gt;And we'll go for tea/coffee, and supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how you can be so bonded with someone that you don't spend a lot of time with, and yet you are able to call her your best friend. Life is full of mysteries and surprises. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-836966155434419327?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/836966155434419327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=836966155434419327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/836966155434419327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/836966155434419327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2009/11/of-bonds-silence.html' title='Of Bonds &amp; Silence'/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-1985997193167579668</id><published>2009-11-09T23:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T23:46:00.450+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bitchings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo-sified'/><title type='text'>Reflections</title><content type='html'>When you feel that you're right about everything, perhaps you need to take a step back from the mirror and do some self-reflection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't be too sure. You can't be too adamant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's time to take that step back..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-1985997193167579668?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1985997193167579668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=1985997193167579668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/1985997193167579668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/1985997193167579668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2009/11/reflections.html' title='Reflections'/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-2980043112740221783</id><published>2009-11-05T22:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T22:50:01.344+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uni-related'/><title type='text'>Call Me Master...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;...of Hysys!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA wtf. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/SvLkd71qW0I/AAAAAAAAAOM/fhUPre_SVi8/s1600-h/XD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 21px; height: 21px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/SvLkd71qW0I/AAAAAAAAAOM/fhUPre_SVi8/s400/XD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400630106100751170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My column finally converged hohoho. After all the crazy inputs etc it finally converged and I did my victory dance in my groupmates' house. The apostrophe is at the correct place cuz two of my groupmates are staying together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Wai Hong blogged about our FYP group I shall do the same wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our group is quite dysfunctional but fun haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have Shin Yin, who is my favourite aunt hahaha. She's like the most 'cincai' one in the group but damn 'kiasu'. Cincai but kiasu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also have Wai Hong who screams like a girl wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we have Shahmi who is very gentle and quiet. And of course, you have me wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is it dysfunctional? Well you see, Wai Hong and I don't talk like normal friends. When we talk we sound like we're arguing but we're actually not. It's just how we communicate -- with a few swear words in between haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shin Yin is like, just Shin Yin haha cannot be explained wtf. Shahmi probably got a shocked cuz of Wai Hong and me wtf. He should be used to it by now. Our group is like, very noisy and we cannot sit properly and we pray at our laptops haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, cuz they are so kiasu, I think we'll be able to produce a good plant and dominate the world woots!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-2980043112740221783?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2980043112740221783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=2980043112740221783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/2980043112740221783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/2980043112740221783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2009/11/call-me-master.html' title='Call Me Master...'/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/SvLkd71qW0I/AAAAAAAAAOM/fhUPre_SVi8/s72-c/XD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-1244199789664888290</id><published>2009-11-03T01:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T01:39:24.405+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uni-related'/><title type='text'>We Love FYP</title><content type='html'>This is what happened in Tiscra today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/Su8YWVrKVZI/AAAAAAAAANs/NdCNCubomU4/s1600-h/091102-230538.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/Su8YWVrKVZI/AAAAAAAAANs/NdCNCubomU4/s400/091102-230538.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399561250294879634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shin Yin was using my laptop and decided to play with my webcam. And yes those flowsheets belong to us and solely to us. Shahmi's holding our lives -- the process description.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, my HYSYS has yet to converge. FML.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-1244199789664888290?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1244199789664888290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=1244199789664888290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/1244199789664888290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/1244199789664888290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2009/11/we-love-fyp.html' title='We Love FYP'/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/Su8YWVrKVZI/AAAAAAAAANs/NdCNCubomU4/s72-c/091102-230538.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-3351256637999981370</id><published>2009-10-30T15:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T15:32:03.980+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Baby Lana's 2nd Problem</title><content type='html'>So it's the second problem I had with Lana. Initially it was the keyboard. Oh boy was it crazy. A few characters would appear and that would happen now and then -- as if she's on PMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just recently she decided not to let me watch movies in peace. She would just start giving me weird noises like clicking sounds and just stop my movie. So today, I had her DVD driver replaced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes Lana's my laptop haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad gave me the green light to get a new laptop when I started my internship. Good behaviour gift wtf. Actually it's more for my final year haha. He said it's a motivation -_- I don't see how. Now I refuse to bring it to uni cuz it's spanking new haha. *New mum syndrome -- overprotective*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's Friday and I have work to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's so stressful I shall talk about my nightmares next time. You'd be sooooo amused. Even I found them funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE A GOOD WEEKEND YA'LL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-3351256637999981370?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3351256637999981370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=3351256637999981370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/3351256637999981370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/3351256637999981370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2009/10/baby-lanas-2nd-problem.html' title='Baby Lana&apos;s 2nd Problem'/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-1221880172625791523</id><published>2009-10-28T14:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T14:19:54.315+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uni-related'/><title type='text'>Of Computational Fluid Dynamics</title><content type='html'>Guess which one am I in CFD class..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/funny-pictures-kittens-may-or-may-not-be-listening.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 332px;" src="http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/funny-pictures-kittens-may-or-may-not-be-listening.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-1221880172625791523?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1221880172625791523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=1221880172625791523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/1221880172625791523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/1221880172625791523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2009/10/of-computational-fluid-dynamics.html' title='Of Computational Fluid Dynamics'/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-7460859952369708888</id><published>2009-10-25T13:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T13:41:09.477+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Serious shites'/><title type='text'>Living Life In The Past</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1kvTrpVwzX4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1kvTrpVwzX4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ashamed to be a Malaysian when I see videos like this -- especially when it's posted on BBC's Crossing Continents programme. I feel sorry for the Luqman for still living in the pre-independence era. He should remember that not only his so-called superior race fought for independence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess he's insecure cuz he is not very brilliant. Opening up the university to non-malays will probably jeopardise his performance since non-malays tend to work harder to get into the universities based on the (non-existent) merit system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bear in mind I'm not putting down the whole Malay community. I have nice Malay friends who don't think like that, who are more open to the idea of 1Malaysia. This Luqman guy is just pathetic. Because some Malays like him exists, the whole Malay community's image is tarnished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Malays who have the same thinking like him should open up their minds and think, without the non-Malays, you'll probably still be living in atap houses. Without the racial integration, where would Malaysia be now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh right, we'll still be called Tanah Melayu. Remember it's called Malaysia for a reason. Cuz this is not just a land for the Malays no more. It's for everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-7460859952369708888?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7460859952369708888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=7460859952369708888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/7460859952369708888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/7460859952369708888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2009/10/living-life-in-past.html' title='Living Life In The Past'/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-8205237299521749306</id><published>2009-10-20T00:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T01:02:39.924+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship'/><title type='text'>Love Is A Funny Thing</title><content type='html'>How do you actually measure love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you measure it by how much the guy is willing to spend on you?&lt;br /&gt;Do you measure it by how touchy-feely the guy is with you?&lt;br /&gt;Do you measure it by how much time he spends with you?&lt;br /&gt;Do you measure it by how much he kisses you?&lt;br /&gt;Do you measure it by how much he caresses/hugs you?&lt;br /&gt;Do you measure it by how proud he is of you?&lt;br /&gt;Do you measure it by how often he brings you out so that his friends would know you're a good catch.&lt;br /&gt;Do you measure it by how he baby-talks you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. Love is a funny thing. I guess each guy has his own way of showing he cares or that he loves a girl. But, what if it's not enough? What if the girl feels like it's not enough? Is it the girl's fault for demanding too much or is it too much for the guy to maybe just do a little bit more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess life is full of inequality and unfairness. Girls expect to be treated like ladies and naturally, guys should be the gentlemen -- hold the door, hold the chair, etc. Every single girl out there wants to be treated like a princess. They want to mean the world to the guy they are seeing. What if the guy isn't really giving signs that she means the world to him? Do they just stop there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens after courtship? Do we just sink into our comfort zone and start being sloppy and taking things for granted? What happens after years of being together? Is there really a future? I guess no one would ever know for sure. We can't be certain of the future (which kinda sucks). Tarot cards, palm reading, crystal balls are what give a person hope. A hope for the future. A hope that perhaps, things will turn out right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When there are doubts, do you just clear them or do you keep it. Doubts are doubts. There probably aren't any solid reasons to why you doubt someone. It may be the hormones, who knows right? But when in doubt, you start to think. And I really mean think. Deep thoughts about what-ifs and what-might-have-beens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in love is a good feeling. Falling out of love makes you stronger. Being in love makes you the most optimistic person. Falling out of love makes you hate the world. Being in love brings the best out of you. Falling out of love makes you weak for a period of time till you find the courage and strength to recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do we keep on loving even if there might be heartbreaks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love. What is love? Love is just, a funny thing sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-8205237299521749306?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8205237299521749306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=8205237299521749306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/8205237299521749306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/8205237299521749306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2009/10/love-is-funny-thing.html' title='Love Is A Funny Thing'/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-93185291428629014</id><published>2009-10-17T11:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T12:04:52.598+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uni-related'/><title type='text'>Cuz Life's Really In Between Dreams</title><content type='html'>In my dreams, I do not have to worry if my rigorous distillation column converges cuz they all will converge no matter what specifications you put in!&lt;br /&gt;(But surprisingly I actually had the exact dream on Thursday night cuz my column does not converge. I spent the rest of my dream trying all sorts of different paths and alternatives to make it converge.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/StlAf0Q47OI/AAAAAAAAANQ/riVtgi5DpwY/s1600-h/-__-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 21px; height: 21px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/StlAf0Q47OI/AAAAAAAAANQ/riVtgi5DpwY/s400/-__-.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393412944102485218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my dreams, I do not have to worry about FYPs cuz I will ban them in my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;But who am I to complain cuz my group is indeed the best you can get now.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/StlA3n12KlI/AAAAAAAAANY/w44_g7zhvSE/s1600-h/boo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 21px; height: 21px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/StlA3n12KlI/AAAAAAAAANY/w44_g7zhvSE/s400/boo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393413353084693074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my dreams, life is not worrisome at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighsssssss. So much work, so little time. I wish I have an extra day a week. Haha not just an extra hour a day ok, gimme an extra day a week! Then I can divide my time properly between friends whom I've not seen in ages and TheBoyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder about funny questions haha. Like, would you rather be thin with no boobs and ass or fat but with boobs and ass. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/StlBvp0-qUI/AAAAAAAAANg/R1whyociVJc/s1600-h/XD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 21px; height: 21px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/StlBvp0-qUI/AAAAAAAAANg/R1whyociVJc/s400/XD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393414315690600770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, like, what I'd ask TheBoyfriend: Would you rather have a short but thick dick or a long but thin dick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather be ugly with a hot body or pretty but with a fat body hahahahaha all these sort of vanity questions that will really make you think! And there should be no in-betweens cuz you can only choose either one of the extremes. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okla cuz life is not in between dreams, I'm gonna go do my flowsheet the do financial accounting. Life's like that. ROAR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-93185291428629014?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/93185291428629014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=93185291428629014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/93185291428629014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/93185291428629014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2009/10/cuz-lifes-really-in-between-dreams.html' title='Cuz Life&apos;s Really In Between Dreams'/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/StlAf0Q47OI/AAAAAAAAANQ/riVtgi5DpwY/s72-c/-__-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-8854078699928701331</id><published>2009-10-13T22:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T22:33:05.478+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uni-related'/><title type='text'>Just Kill Me Now</title><content type='html'>Final year sucks balls I freaking swear. It's only the effing third week and we already have two courseworks due next week. Seriously kill me. I don't even know what the lecturer wants from the first coursework. Do we produce it from scratch or do we buy the initial product that is needed to convert it to our product?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then comes Advanced Process Control. Like as if I've not suffered enough from last year's Process Control. This year they give me freaking ADVANCED Process Control. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/StSOXhkS2fI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/nQbTr7D1GmA/s1600-h/fu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 21px; height: 21px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/StSOXhkS2fI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/nQbTr7D1GmA/s400/fu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392091188668062194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eat shit and dieeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I'll be doing financial accounting as an optional module. Liabilities, assets, capital. Haha maybe I should have taken Unix/SQL instead. Sure can ace it wtf. If I can master that within two weeks, I can surely score -- if there ever is a module like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I can't help but wonder, would someone rather work with a stubborn or lazy groupmate. Which is worse? I honestly don't know. Both have their own pros and cons I guess haha. But which would you choose? I think I'll probably choose the lazy one then I get to do more work and get more marks wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They've yet to release our FYP groups so I'm pretty worried about who I will get for groupmates. Hopefully I'll get back my RND fellows haha that'll be ideal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imma geek it out now. Taa people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-8854078699928701331?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8854078699928701331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=8854078699928701331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/8854078699928701331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/8854078699928701331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-kill-me-now.html' title='Just Kill Me Now'/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/StSOXhkS2fI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/nQbTr7D1GmA/s72-c/fu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-6055969184660194100</id><published>2009-10-08T21:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T21:57:32.627+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>On The Way To Recovery</title><content type='html'>After much persuasion from TheBoyfriend and the housemates, I finally went to see a doctor and get some prescriptions for my flu, cough, fever and sorethroat. Those who know me will know that I'm not the kind who relies on medicine. I'm all about self-recovery wtf. It's like, I try to get better without the aid from meds and let my own antibodies do the work haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok fine maybe they're not the reason I actually went to the doctor. d: Got hidden reason wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I also sneezed like no one's business, I swear my nose was gonna fall off! I don't fall sick very often, but when I do, I always get the combo. Damn annoying ok. I think it's cuz like I don't rely on meds so my immune system is stronger wtf. But anyway it's true you know, relying too much on meds is no good cuz you won't allow your body to produce its own 'firewall' wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was sleeping after taking Actifed, I was as drowsy as ever but Juan never failed to wake me up with his booming laughter cuz they are all DotA-ing wtf. As soon as I drifted back to sleep, Juan acted like a morning call to me -- "WUAHAHAHAHAHAHA".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assignments have started pouring in and hoho say hi to year 4 baby! Can't wait to go home tomorrow and get pampered (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-6055969184660194100?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6055969184660194100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=6055969184660194100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/6055969184660194100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/6055969184660194100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2009/10/on-way-to-recovery.html' title='On The Way To Recovery'/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-4613349703188757800</id><published>2009-10-03T17:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T17:16:41.304+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Festive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='(:'/><title type='text'>Mid Autumn Festival</title><content type='html'>It's the Mid Autumn Festival today! Yummy lotsa mooncake! Will be having a mooncake party at my house tonight but it's not an open invitation ok haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had heaps of fun last night at the dinner. It was good being back again. I guess in a way, I somehow felt I truly belong there. People are so nice to me etc. So welcoming and even after so long everyone remembered me. It was almost as if I just stopped my internship yesterday (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs220.snc1/8728_1237151376733_1467701076_657751_2656189_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs220.snc1/8728_1237151376733_1467701076_657751_2656189_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Taken using Faiz's iphone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has an iphone now! Wtf it's like the company is being sponsored by iphone haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I can't wait for my mooncakeeeeee! *Drool&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-4613349703188757800?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4613349703188757800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=4613349703188757800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/4613349703188757800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/4613349703188757800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2009/10/mid-autumn-festival.html' title='Mid Autumn Festival'/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-8740578323571249102</id><published>2009-10-02T13:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T14:03:49.692+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lols'/><title type='text'>Tree Lover</title><content type='html'>A bit too huge but whatever. Lol. Please leave it too load as the image is quite huge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb286/lil_boo86_2/waikenhumptree.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found an image of an unknown (to all but known to some) person having a go at it with a tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Epic lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-8740578323571249102?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8740578323571249102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=8740578323571249102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/8740578323571249102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/8740578323571249102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2009/10/tree-lover.html' title='Tree Lover'/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-6435507845197653439</id><published>2009-10-01T19:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T19:48:41.250+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uni-related'/><title type='text'>First Week</title><content type='html'>First week at uni has been pretty tiring for some reason. Advanced Process Control has interest me in a way but still, killer subject. Stressed like mad but I guess due to the smaller number of students now, it's a lot easier to ask question and get the lecturer's attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Computational Fluid Dynamics does not look fun at all. Maybe the end product is kinda funky but then again looking at all the equations made my eyes go crazy.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/SsSU25X6acI/AAAAAAAAALo/nCLGGHvIDW0/s1600-h/-__-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 21px; height: 21px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/SsSU25X6acI/AAAAAAAAALo/nCLGGHvIDW0/s400/-__-.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387594725076920770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the word funky, cuz I say it so often and I usually spell it as "funkeh", my housemate actually named our wireless network as "funky". &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/SsSU8eiv0UI/AAAAAAAAAL4/bbTxz19Og4U/s1600-h/o_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 21px; height: 21px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/SsSU8eiv0UI/AAAAAAAAAL4/bbTxz19Og4U/s400/o_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387594820953821506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okla fine, quite a lol-moment actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm home early for the week as tomorrow I won't be attending classes. Surprise I got invited for company dinner! The company that I first interned at! It's damn nice of them to still remember me. Oh I got invited for last year's dinner as well. Can't wait to see RabbitCapo haha. It can be confirmed he will be showing off his TWO new 3Gs iphones. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/SsSU25X6acI/AAAAAAAAALo/nCLGGHvIDW0/s1600-h/-__-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 21px; height: 21px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/SsSU25X6acI/AAAAAAAAALo/nCLGGHvIDW0/s400/-__-.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387594725076920770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I saw him, he practically waved it in my face when I pretended not to notice. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/SsSU-jk3VyI/AAAAAAAAAMA/9RPB3EQSj_4/s1600-h/XD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 21px; height: 21px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/SsSU-jk3VyI/AAAAAAAAAMA/9RPB3EQSj_4/s400/XD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387594856664618786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Not easy to get nice bosses, really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday night, or was it Tuesday I don't really remember, I played mahjong with my housemates and I kept getting bad tiles! So I went "Omgwtfeatshitanddie!" like many, many times. Then Brenda was like, "Wtf ask people to eat shit then must die somemore!" and Yann took a liking to saying that and he kept cursing under his breath. Should name our wireless network as "EatShitAndDie" actually. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/SsSU-jk3VyI/AAAAAAAAAMA/9RPB3EQSj_4/s1600-h/XD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 21px; height: 21px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/SsSU-jk3VyI/AAAAAAAAAMA/9RPB3EQSj_4/s400/XD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387594856664618786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go for dindin now! Will blog more regularly hopefully. Maybe do like FOTD/FOTN series wtf and it's gonna be like, moisturizer, sunblock, lip/cheektint and bye bye I'm off to uni eat shit and die hahahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-6435507845197653439?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6435507845197653439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=6435507845197653439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/6435507845197653439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/6435507845197653439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2009/10/first-week.html' title='First Week'/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/SsSU25X6acI/AAAAAAAAALo/nCLGGHvIDW0/s72-c/-__-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-1256763711257087708</id><published>2009-09-29T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T19:35:29.798+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><title type='text'>Happy 3rd Love ♥</title><content type='html'>To Mr Saw Jun-Yu,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past three years have been amazing. Who would have thought time would pass so quickly and now we've touched our 3rd year mark. I still remember the first year, the beginning. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/SsSSLnOveZI/AAAAAAAAALY/ffw8nT3zR4M/s1600-h/blush.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 21px; height: 21px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/SsSSLnOveZI/AAAAAAAAALY/ffw8nT3zR4M/s400/blush.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387591782448986514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all that you have done for me, for being there, for being you.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for loving me, as broken as I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to more years to come. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/SsSSOH-J5pI/AAAAAAAAALg/JV1CRaQ3ZOs/s1600-h/Heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 21px; height: 21px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/SsSSOH-J5pI/AAAAAAAAALg/JV1CRaQ3ZOs/s400/Heart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387591825597523602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours only,&lt;br /&gt;Eelaine Boo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-1256763711257087708?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1256763711257087708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=1256763711257087708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/1256763711257087708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/1256763711257087708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-3rd-love.html' title='Happy 3rd Love ♥'/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/SsSSLnOveZI/AAAAAAAAALY/ffw8nT3zR4M/s72-c/blush.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-5587880702993799729</id><published>2009-09-25T16:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T16:06:50.746+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='(:'/><title type='text'>New Layout!</title><content type='html'>After probably, 2 years plus of using the same layout, I say it's time for a change! This is quite funky, I can navigate here and there and leave my main page uncluttered (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'd love to also know how to add the "Newer" and "Older" posts thingy using HTML. Tried googling it but couldn't find anything substantial! If anyone knows, please send me an email! Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I think it's pretty fine and dandy (: But it's not my work though, I got this from blogskins and the girl is awesome (To me that is, cuz I know nuts about HTML, ok fine maybe just a bit). She made this in pink, I just editted all her photos and put them in orange! Wanted baby blue but the colour didn't quite stand out so yeah orange!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've unlocked my twitter account, cuz since I'm gonna put it in my blog, it's kinda stupid to lock it haha. Just keep an open mind yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go get ready now, date with TheBoyfriend tonight (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-5587880702993799729?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5587880702993799729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=5587880702993799729' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/5587880702993799729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/5587880702993799729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-layout.html' title='New Layout!'/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-5477805102567425810</id><published>2009-09-23T14:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T14:55:00.583+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:300%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mars Has No Idea..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at TheBoyfriend's place on Monday night. On that fateful night, I got my menstrual and I didn't bring any sanitary pads. So I had to ask TheBoyfriend to go ask one from his mum for me as I was stuck in the toilet. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/Srkd_hC7UaI/AAAAAAAAAKg/v4w4pUyBPoE/s1600-h/XD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 21px; height: 21px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/Srkd_hC7UaI/AAAAAAAAAKg/v4w4pUyBPoE/s400/XD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384367806537748898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Blue: Him; Red: Me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*TheBoyfriend got back into the room and handed me something that looks like below*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://razzyn.com/images/maternity%20loop%20thumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 137px;" src="http://razzyn.com/images/maternity%20loop%20thumbnail.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"Er baby.. What is this?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Dunno oh. Pad lor"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"I don't think this is a pad. What are these two strings for?????"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"It says maternity pad there. Should be this kua.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/Srkd-FxuSbI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/p6lKyzNR2XI/s1600-h/-__-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 21px; height: 21px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/Srkd-FxuSbI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/p6lKyzNR2XI/s400/-__-.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384367782037965234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; I don't think this is the one la. Did you ask your mum?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Hehehe no oh.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"Omg can you go ask your mum? Cuz pads don't look like this!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*TheBoyfriend finds that highly amusing and starts laughing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So off he went to get from his mum. Like finally! Seriously, leave a guy to get a sanitary pad, confirm fail. And there I was standing in the toilet, waiting for a pad and he got me a wrong one, and at that moment when I saw the maternity loop I thought probably it's a different kind of pad. I was also thinking of asking him to ask his mum to tell me how to use it, UNTIL HE TOLD ME HE DIDN'T ASK HIS MUM! He just took it from the cupboard. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/Srkd-FxuSbI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/p6lKyzNR2XI/s1600-h/-__-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 21px; height: 21px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/Srkd-FxuSbI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/p6lKyzNR2XI/s400/-__-.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384367782037965234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we spent like 15 minutes googling on how to use maternity loops and we never got any answers. Except that a belt is supposed to come with it. I guess pregnant mums are supposed to hook it there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The excerpt above has been shortened. I assure you that the duration of the ordeal that I was in, was much longer cuz we both we holding the maternity loop figuring out how to wear it. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/Srkd_hC7UaI/AAAAAAAAAKg/v4w4pUyBPoE/s1600-h/XD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 21px; height: 21px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/Srkd_hC7UaI/AAAAAAAAAKg/v4w4pUyBPoE/s400/XD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384367806537748898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, so this is the story of our life on a Monday night made interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-5477805102567425810?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5477805102567425810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=5477805102567425810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/5477805102567425810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/5477805102567425810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2009/09/mars-has-no-idea.html' title=''/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/Srkd_hC7UaI/AAAAAAAAAKg/v4w4pUyBPoE/s72-c/XD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-7901063836506065681</id><published>2009-09-21T15:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T15:42:56.977+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just the other day, I went to develop 722 photos and I just finished putting them into albums. Omg it is damn tiring. To be fair, these 722 photos are from since 2007. And I've also screened them haha cuz otherwise I'll probably have 2000++ photos that I need to develop (refer to facebook please hur hur).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands are breaking now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/SrcovT1DU0I/AAAAAAAAAKI/SF1ChMOHSLQ/s1600-h/DSC_49261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/SrcovT1DU0I/AAAAAAAAAKI/SF1ChMOHSLQ/s400/DSC_49261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383816672786469698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Taken in Lookout Point on a Friday night by Kwo Kuang)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complexion's getting a lot better these days. No random breakouts and I've gotten slightly fairer so I guess I need to change my foundation. I think I bought mine somewhere around last year, after the Redang trip, which I already chose a lighter one. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the other day, I went around asking guys whether they prefer a girl to be natural or put oodles of flour (ie makeup) on their face. Just guess the answer lol. I guess I was tired at work to think anymore so I decided to ask something stupid haha. Then this guy told me that makeup is used to 1) enhance your features and 2) conceal your flaws. After which he was given a photo, and he said with that kind of face, makeup do not conceal the flaws, you need a mask for that. Thank goodness my self-control was good, otherwise I would have burst out laughing in the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that people say sometimes. So funny haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of boredom, I went surfing makeup videos -_- Then I see all these girls using so many freaking brushes O_o I only use a total of like 3 brushes; 1 for shadow, 1 for eyeliner, 1 angled brush. When I was still using pencil eyeliner, I didn't use any brushes at all O_o Amazing I tell you. Then all the contouring shit etc. Seriously amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday TheBoyfriend and I went jogging around KDE. Uphill downhill uphill downhill. Then we saw monkeys haha I think next week we'll go back there and bring some bananas with us to feed the monkeys. There were a few babies sooooo cute! He said he wants to kidnap one home and train it to bring out the trash -_______-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we're planning to go to a lake to jog. Say hi to healthy lifestyle. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea Friday (18th) was my last day, so I went out with my friends after work. Guess what, all of us have kinda grown older in a way. We don't party crazy no more, we just drink and talk ABOUT WORK omg about work ok. The last time we had a gathering, we were drinking like there's no tomorrow. Now we are like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Oh how is work"&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"My client's a bitch"&lt;/span&gt; blablabla. -_- And they were saying I quietened down a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uni is starting on the 28th and yes I know I don't really have much time to rest but I guess I have to give and take. I didn't work since after exam and I had about a month's break then so I'll just take a short break after work and then start uni. Final lap baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to blog more often, my blog has been neglected since I started work. I guess I didn't really have the stamina to keep this blog up haha. And I want to bitch about people but there will probably be a backlash so wtf man I can't bitch wtf. Cuz some people are uber sensitive. Oh well. Shall go clean up now taaa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-7901063836506065681?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7901063836506065681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=7901063836506065681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/7901063836506065681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/7901063836506065681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-other-day-i-went-to-develop-722.html' title=''/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/SrcovT1DU0I/AAAAAAAAAKI/SF1ChMOHSLQ/s72-c/DSC_49261.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-7010704180518284858</id><published>2009-09-15T11:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T11:50:06.597+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a lovely Tuesday morning.. to be in bed that is! Should have taken my Tuesday off instead of Monday haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my friends are surprised that I’m actually entitled to a day’s leave for each month that I worked. Honestly, even I’m surprised haha. Oh wells the benefits of working with a huge company. (: But of course, working with a huge company is more hectic in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passes kinda quickly. I wanted to save this blog post for like, the end of the week or something but I guess it doesn’t exactly matter. I didn’t even exactly want to work this summer – assuming that it was supposed to be my last summer as a student. But I guess, if a chance like this comes along, I wouldn’t say no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all honesty, I was waiting for reply from (quote someone) the mother of all chemical engineering company haha but apparently there was no opening for the departments that I’ve chosen. The interview was really interesting honestly – so different and one of a kind. You would have thought they’d ask “So what is the head of a 90-bend?” or something along those lines but guess what they didn’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady who interviewed me at that time looked pretty scary – non-smiley serious face. She actually offered me a position in the management department, which was strange honestly. Not blowing my own trumpet, but I guess from the way I answered her questions, she thinks I’m good for the management department. *Shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I was shortlisted for their programme and then I was supposed to wait for project availability which was never available wtf so I thought yays I’m just gonna spend my time bumming and shopping and playing with my dog. Oh how fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then somehow, I applied for the current company and I think within 2 weeks they called me and I went through 3 interviews. Not one, not two BUT THREE. -_- Like wtf. So many. I had to repeat what I said to person #1, #2 and #3. I might as well record a tape or something haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward time, I’m already in my last week at work. I guess it’s bittersweet to leave. The learning experience here is really awesome. You learn shitload of stuff. Just when you start to get a hold of things and where to search for stuff, you have to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I can’t wait for classes to start again. The final lap and there’s no more classes for me to look forward to and I have to say hi to the real dog-eat-dog world. At least now it isn’t so bad. People are generally nice to interns cuz we’re young and inexperienced. (Can’t say the same for people with face problems though hahahahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No seriously.. imagine someone which a face that looks like shit come pouting and making baby-faces to you. Don’t you just wanna smack the shit out of them. Sorry but I am very superficial, so is the world. Sorry I digressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bittersweet. What a word, what a taste for chocolates huh? Would I want to come back? Can’t say for sure. But I guess I now have an added-advantage…. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-7010704180518284858?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7010704180518284858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=7010704180518284858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/7010704180518284858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/7010704180518284858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-lovely-tuesday-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-1168555142374716884</id><published>2009-09-07T02:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T02:14:48.682+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='(:'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh hello little bull. (:&lt;br /&gt;Finally..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-1168555142374716884?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1168555142374716884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=1168555142374716884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/1168555142374716884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/1168555142374716884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-hello-little-bull.html' title=''/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-4924839203558162331</id><published>2009-09-04T09:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T12:27:27.760+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I has a twitter account naoz. I has succumbed to tweet-ing cuz I getz to make short updates. C:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can try to find me (; No prize for the winners hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Edit&lt;br /&gt;I've locked it so it's more private. Tweeting while you're annoyed is funz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-4924839203558162331?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4924839203558162331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=4924839203558162331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/4924839203558162331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/4924839203558162331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-has-twitter-account-naoz.html' title=''/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-8796817410571602311</id><published>2009-08-24T21:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T21:40:49.138+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I lay my love on you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's all I wanna do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everytime I breathe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I feel brand new..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had french toast in Tsim Tung with TheBoyfriend last night and heard quite a number of songs from Westlife. I have forgotten why I love Westlife so much back then. Sure they do a lot of covers but for their own singles and songs, they are really good. (: The french toast was nostalgic too. Used to go there a lot with him when we first started going out. Now we're about to touch our 3-year mark next month (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Jusco for Nando's before supper and now we're both kinda nursing a slight sorethroat haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to look at some shoes but I wasn't allowed to by TheBoyfriend who claims that if I see, then I will buy. Then I wanted to try on a pair much to his dismay and said if I try, confirm I will buy it. I said no I just wanna see if it's comfy haha but then again guess who is right. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas guess who paid anyway wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway my social life is almost nonexistent now cuz during the weekends I would just wanna hangout with TheBoyfriend and have him enslave me. He just made me (ok fine ASKED me nicely) to pluck his eyebrows (damn vain I know), clean his ears for him, CUT HIS FINGERNAILS WTF, massage his big feet and hands. Oh the glory of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since this blog is pathetic cuz it's lacking of pictures I'm gonna put up nice (and big) ones to compensate -_- Did a photoshoot last weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb286/lil_boo86_2/Cedric_02_resize.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb286/lil_boo86_2/Cedric_06_resize.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wind in the hair darhling, wind in the hair~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb286/lil_boo86_2/Bugger_01.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gee I kinda love those legs I've been working hard lol. Screw the muscular arms though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb286/lil_boo86_2/Duke_04_resize.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok off to watch Burning Flame III!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-8796817410571602311?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8796817410571602311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=8796817410571602311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/8796817410571602311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/8796817410571602311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-lay-my-love-on-you-its-all-i-wanna-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-4834552753711605443</id><published>2009-08-19T17:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T17:15:48.181+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got tortured bad on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't walk properly on Sunday, Monday and Tuesday. At least it got better today and I can walk normally. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;My blog is almost dying as I have an almost nonexistent life after I started my internship hohum roarrrr. Eat shit and dieeeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-4834552753711605443?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4834552753711605443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=4834552753711605443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/4834552753711605443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/4834552753711605443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-got-tortured-bad-on-saturday.html' title=''/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-2654558077302977314</id><published>2009-08-01T18:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T18:33:43.487+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The reason why TheBoyfriend would not get a toy dog......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/SnQZv1vRhaI/AAAAAAAAAKA/mb_H4lAwlEI/s1600-h/funny-dog-pictures-makes-fun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/SnQZv1vRhaI/AAAAAAAAAKA/mb_H4lAwlEI/s400/funny-dog-pictures-makes-fun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364941365775009186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahahaha okla TheBoyfriend's not that huge but still, it's quite funny lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-2654558077302977314?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2654558077302977314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=2654558077302977314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/2654558077302977314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/2654558077302977314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2009/08/reason-why-theboyfriend-would-not-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/SnQZv1vRhaI/AAAAAAAAAKA/mb_H4lAwlEI/s72-c/funny-dog-pictures-makes-fun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-6820959081459063790</id><published>2009-07-31T14:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T14:30:10.709+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Serious shites'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:300%;" &gt;H1N1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone in the office got diagnosed with H1N1. So now my office is closed and I'm now working from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to make myself feel better, I went to the hospital for a check up. Better safe than sorry I say. Then this medical officer (MO1) refused to let me do the check up cuz he said I have no symptoms. But like hello, someone in my office got it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's really irresponsible to not let people do the check up. What if I have it and just cuz I don't have the symptoms, you don't check me and then I go out and I spread it to other people. The medical officer is really irresponsible. So what I did was that I went for lunch and came back during their prayers and talked to another officer (MO2). This time, I told him that I have sorethroat haha and he made me wear a mask and I went for the check up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically the doctor say I'm clear of H1N1 which is a relieve for me, Tze and Jiameei cuz I met them both yesterday hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the reason why they didn't give me a check up initially was because they give free medication. I actually really have a sorethroat but that was because I had too much KFC's skin on Tuesday. The skin is totally yums. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel really annoyed at MO1. -_- Seriously. I was like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"But my colleague has it and I just want to do a check up just to be safe!"&lt;/span&gt; and then he kept saying no cuz I don't have the symptoms omg I wanted to ask how irresponsible can he be. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok fine maybe I don't know how it works; all the procedures etc. But are they gonna be responsible if more people are infected. Of course not la! I'm gonna feel like shit in the end cuz I'm the one who brought the disease along. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least MO2 told me to just proceed with the check up cuz I was like saying my office is closed yadda yadda which is damn true ok. I'm not working from home, with a very comfy bed behind me haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WELL! I guess at least I'm ok now (: And I can see TheBoyfriend later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-6820959081459063790?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6820959081459063790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=6820959081459063790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/6820959081459063790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/6820959081459063790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2009/07/h1n1-someone-in-office-got-diagnosed.html' title=''/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-5252711821463164405</id><published>2009-07-29T13:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T13:59:09.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My blog is dying.. ):&lt;br /&gt;Omg I am so looking forward to this weekend. Finally a weekend where I can rest and not do anything. Finally a proper weekend. Haven't had time for myself for quite a while now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-5252711821463164405?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5252711821463164405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=5252711821463164405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/5252711821463164405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/5252711821463164405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-blog-is-dying.html' title=''/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-8074646717407142089</id><published>2009-07-20T15:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T16:00:28.308+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are times when I take the cab in the morning (Only when my colleagues isn't going to work), I wish the cab driver would shut up and let me just be alone. So far my cab experiences in PJ has been quite nice cuz the cab drivers are really nice. They try to strike a conversation and tell me things in that short ride, 3 minutes or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only sometimes, like this morning, the uncle went rattling on and on about how people just give them a name of a building or road and expect them to know all the places. I understand what he means but he just went on and on and on. It didn't help that he spoke a little too quickly and I couldn't understand him. So I just went "Oh" and "Really".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On mornings like the one I had today, I just wish to get into the cab, get to my destination, get down and do my job. I just wanted to stare out of the cab window, zone out. But this uncle kept telling me things and if I don't reply, he'll prompt for an answer. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess he's just lonely from driving around. I guess being a cab driver is boring, I don't know. Just imagine driving around, then you pick someone up and drop that person off. Then repeat cycle. Maybe they just really need people to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT BUT BUT. Sometimes I really just don't want to talk. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY! I want to go to the beach. And chill. Omg sighs I want to go to Redang! Grr I guess this year there's no Redang trip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-8074646717407142089?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8074646717407142089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=8074646717407142089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/8074646717407142089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/8074646717407142089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2009/07/there-are-times-when-i-take-cab-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-9127786272695682365</id><published>2009-07-19T21:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T22:02:33.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Watched Harry Potter yesterday after a sumptuous dinner. The movie was horrible. A huge disappointment. It's so bad that even Biffy and I didn't want to talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"It's such a disappointment let's not discuss about it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it's been two weeks at work now. I'm like a super dry sponge, absorbing anything I can wtf. Now I'm fat and wet wtf. Somehow I feel like my July is very packed. I have events every weekend, leaving me with no time to have a birthday celebration with my friends. It's kinda packed with family things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, my life has been pretty routine and tiring. I work extra time at work and I'm now like a typical office woman. The first two days at work I wore contact lenses. Now I couldn't be bothered cuz I stare at the freaking computer the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is pretty stressful to be honest but at least I get to go online haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea I'll be updating ChiqLaBelle pretty soon. This time it's just about dresses. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-9127786272695682365?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/9127786272695682365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=9127786272695682365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/9127786272695682365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/9127786272695682365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2009/07/watched-harry-potter-yesterday-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-8068388167235638622</id><published>2009-07-16T10:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T10:56:55.914+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Biffy'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was in Singapore from the 2nd to 5th of July with TheBoyfriend. It's like a annual trip down (: Did not take many picture cuz I think Singapore is so normal to me now haha it's not a big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived on a Thursday and rested in the hotel for a bit and then headed out to my aunt's place for dinner. It was quite a sumptuous one. Fish, prawn, crab, soup, veggie, chicken. All for 4 person. TheBoyfriend and I agree that it's the best meal in Singapore that we've had hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't do much on Thursday. So we headed back early to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since TheBoyfriend is a child deep inside, we headed to Singapore Flyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb286/lil_boo86_2/Singapore%202nd%20to%205th%20July%202009/Singapore09_01.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view from below (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb286/lil_boo86_2/Singapore%202nd%20to%205th%20July%202009/Singapore09_02.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pond below the flyer. There were many obese fish in the pond haha. Seriously they're well-fed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb286/lil_boo86_2/Singapore%202nd%20to%205th%20July%202009/Singapore09_03.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TheBoyfriend and I. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it was a weekday, it wasn't crowded at all so we both g0t a compartment (or whatever you call it I just can't recall right now) ourselves. It was huge for two person seriously haha but there were cameras so no kinky shit wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb286/lil_boo86_2/Singapore%202nd%20to%205th%20July%202009/Singapore09_04.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The durians and the F1 podium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke works for the flyer so he managed to get us tickets actually. So we didn't pay for them! It was a 30-minutes ride. Eye on Malaysia is a miserable 12-minutes ride I believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb286/lil_boo86_2/Singapore%202nd%20to%205th%20July%202009/Singapore09_05.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww he's shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping for a bit before we left for the hotel to get ready to go out for dinner with Biffy and Luke. We went to this posh Italian restaurant called White Rabbit. The tourists, ie TheBoyfriend and me were underdressed of course haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb286/lil_boo86_2/Singapore%202nd%20to%205th%20July%202009/Singapore09_06.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke's new face which looks a lot better than the old one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb286/lil_boo86_2/Singapore%202nd%20to%205th%20July%202009/Singapore09_07.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biffy looked gorgeous that night. Only that night yea biffy. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to go Clarke Quay to drink and be merry but changed plans to go to Luke's cosy corner hehe. We played Xbox there! Fun shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb286/lil_boo86_2/Singapore%202nd%20to%205th%20July%202009/Singapore09_08.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that we both were wearing the same kind of clothing. The netted back. I swear we didn't plan this in advance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say. Biffies think alike eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biffy was pretty excited to play street fighter with me and said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Biffy we must play street fighter cuz it's the only thing I can trash you at!"&lt;/span&gt; The boys left a while after to buy mixers and Biffy and I started our duel. I trashed her instead hoho. Apparently the boys could hear us from downstairs screaming! I swear it wasn't me cuz I'm the very quiet, prim and proper type wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb286/lil_boo86_2/Singapore%202nd%20to%205th%20July%202009/Singapore09_09.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skirt too short sorry. TheBoyfriend and I getting comfy haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was day 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we just went shopping cuz TheBoyfriend wanted to shop. We were supposed to go to Sentosa but then we got up late so we changed plans. Sigh I really wanted to go to Sentosa. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Biffy's parents for early dinner in Chinatown. Food was good. (: We picked Luke's friends up after that and went to Arab Street for shisha and drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb286/lil_boo86_2/Singapore%202nd%20to%205th%20July%202009/Singapore09_10.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember what flavour we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb286/lil_boo86_2/Singapore%202nd%20to%205th%20July%202009/Singapore09_11.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Biffy still hasn't gotten the hang of smoking shisha so she choked a few times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb286/lil_boo86_2/Singapore%202nd%20to%205th%20July%202009/Singapore09_12.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about the pale face. No makeup on haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After shisha we went clubbing for a brief moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb286/lil_boo86_2/Singapore%202nd%20to%205th%20July%202009/Singapore09_13.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TheBoyfriend and I left pretty early cuz he isn't into clubbing and we just wanted to rest before leaving the next day. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb286/lil_boo86_2/Singapore%202nd%20to%205th%20July%202009/Singapore09_14.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Plaza Singapura for Cafe Cartel the next day. TheBoyfriend wanted to have pork ribs haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb286/lil_boo86_2/Singapore%202nd%20to%205th%20July%202009/Singapore09_15.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the pork ribs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had breakfast sets before ordering one platter of pork ribs. We were there too early so yeah we had to order breakfast set first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb286/lil_boo86_2/Singapore%202nd%20to%205th%20July%202009/Singapore09_16.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This trip was a little tiring cuz I feel kinda rushed here and there. ):&lt;br /&gt;The next trip, we plan to have a day to ourselves only so we can do more stuff together. Sighs this year I only went for ONE holiday trip. So sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-8068388167235638622?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8068388167235638622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=8068388167235638622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/8068388167235638622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/8068388167235638622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-was-in-singapore-from-2nd-to-5th-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb286/lil_boo86_2/Singapore%202nd%20to%205th%20July%202009/th_Singapore09_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-4020768198232223916</id><published>2009-07-13T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T00:31:55.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At least I have Kee Kee to suffer with me tomorrow muahahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-4020768198232223916?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4020768198232223916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=4020768198232223916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/4020768198232223916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/4020768198232223916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2009/07/at-least-i-have-kee-kee-to-suffer-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-5088054237942012927</id><published>2009-07-07T11:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T11:48:40.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Day 2 @ work comprises of lots of reading. Lots of material reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry too. At least I have my headphones on now. Haha. OH THERE ARE BISCUITS IN THE PANTRY! Yums.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-5088054237942012927?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5088054237942012927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=5088054237942012927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/5088054237942012927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/5088054237942012927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-2-work-comprises-of-lots-of-reading.html' title=''/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-870202065072689639</id><published>2009-06-28T14:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T14:34:21.170+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omg I'm so sore all over. Thanks to the amount of squatting, ducking, walking while ducking, walking while squating (try to imagine ok I don't know what are the right terms) and GOSH MY RIGHT ARM IS DAMN SORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hi Eelaine this is the result of not working out and exercising and playing sports. You know you really should be doing those more often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't so bad last night but I was dead tired honestly. This morning I felt like I've aged 50 years! The bruise on my left hand is going off already yays. Thank goodness I didn't sign up for the Standard Chartered run. Hoho those who went this morning after yesterday's activity will be crying while running while I slept soundly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My butt muscles ache. Good pain though. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another interview coming up on Tuesday. (:&lt;br /&gt;Now I am damn hungry I'm gonna go eat. Last night I had two bowls of laksa at Steven's Corner. I don't get why is TheBoyfriend still amazed at my appetite. We'll be together for 2 years and 9 months tomorrow haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what I'm going to Singapore on Thursday. Who wants to meet up wtf. Actually I don't have time for no one hahaha. Ciao! Food's calling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-870202065072689639?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/870202065072689639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=870202065072689639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/870202065072689639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/870202065072689639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2009/06/omg-im-so-sore-all-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-1694652851531372152</id><published>2009-06-21T21:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T22:43:57.810+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We were supposed to dress up like 60/70s retro for Vern Li's birthday and guess who didn't comply with the theme haha. I've got nothing to wear alright. Moreover there were a few lost souls who dressed nerdy geeky style. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I don't really know what the dress code is haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb286/lil_boo86_2/Vern%20Li%20Bday%207ate9%20-%2020th%20June%202009/VernLisBday001.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Li-Lynn and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb286/lil_boo86_2/Vern%20Li%20Bday%207ate9%20-%2020th%20June%202009/VernLisBday002.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kwo Kuang and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When KK and Lynn came to pick me up, KK was telling Lynn that "Eelaine will either show too much leg or show to much cleavage". When I appeared KK was very, very disappointed cuz I showed neither haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He proceeded to call me a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cikgu agama&lt;/span&gt; and said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;assalamualaikum&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb286/lil_boo86_2/Vern%20Li%20Bday%207ate9%20-%2020th%20June%202009/VernLisBday003.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fang 'Squinty Eyes' Chin and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wore this loose top and skinny jeans. Cuz if there's anything retro about my outfit it will be my skinny jeans. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb286/lil_boo86_2/Vern%20Li%20Bday%207ate9%20-%2020th%20June%202009/VernLisBday004.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lynn and Weng Phoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb286/lil_boo86_2/Vern%20Li%20Bday%207ate9%20-%2020th%20June%202009/VernLisBday005.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyo KK shoooo cute and comel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb286/lil_boo86_2/Vern%20Li%20Bday%207ate9%20-%2020th%20June%202009/VernLisBday006.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KC and Keiron. I don't know these two. Damn gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb286/lil_boo86_2/Vern%20Li%20Bday%207ate9%20-%2020th%20June%202009/VernLisBday007.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phoony, Lynn, Me, Yenli and Keiron (One of the lost souls haha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb286/lil_boo86_2/Vern%20Li%20Bday%207ate9%20-%2020th%20June%202009/VernLisBday008.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lazy to type. Shall let the small number of pictures do the talking. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb286/lil_boo86_2/Vern%20Li%20Bday%207ate9%20-%2020th%20June%202009/VernLisBday009.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lynn, Vern Li, me and Yenli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb286/lil_boo86_2/Vern%20Li%20Bday%207ate9%20-%2020th%20June%202009/VernLisBday010.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb286/lil_boo86_2/Vern%20Li%20Bday%207ate9%20-%2020th%20June%202009/VernLisBday011.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phoony attempting to insert Lynn's hair into her nose hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb286/lil_boo86_2/Vern%20Li%20Bday%207ate9%20-%2020th%20June%202009/VernLisBday012.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb286/lil_boo86_2/Vern%20Li%20Bday%207ate9%20-%2020th%20June%202009/VernLisBday013.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kum Weng and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb286/lil_boo86_2/Vern%20Li%20Bday%207ate9%20-%2020th%20June%202009/VernLisBday014.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ren Yii is so sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are more pictures in Soon Seng's and Kwo Kuang's cameras. Shall wait for them to upload the pictures in facebook and I'll post them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had wantan noodles after that and gosh IT GAVE ME A TUMMY ACHE!&lt;br /&gt;I got up so early this morning to go to the toilet. T_T And it's not only me. I just asked KK if his stomach is alright and he had stomachache throughout service haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm should I have a drinking party next week. Lol. And get pissed drunk again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-1694652851531372152?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1694652851531372152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=1694652851531372152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/1694652851531372152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/1694652851531372152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2009/06/we-were-supposed-to-dress-up-like-6070s.html' title=''/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb286/lil_boo86_2/Vern%20Li%20Bday%207ate9%20-%2020th%20June%202009/th_VernLisBday001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-2050235639766682370</id><published>2009-06-20T01:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T02:17:49.814+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>While browsing the July issue of Cleo, TheBoyfriend and I came across the Marie France Bodyline advertisement with Christy Chung on it. If you've seen it you'll know that there is the before and after picture. So we all know that she's damn fat in the before picture right? So here's the conversation..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: Eh baby if next time I want to go slimming, will you pay for it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Him: Yea of course (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: Oh so you mean you won't love me anymore if I'm fat la T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Him: You ask me if I'm willing to pay only mah.. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: Haha true. It's hard being a boyfriend huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Him: No la (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: Haha just admit it! If you say no, then I will say why you don't want to pay. If you say yes then I'll say you won't like me fat hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Him: ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. So funny. Today's interview went quite well. Hopefully I'll hear from the project manager soon (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-2050235639766682370?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2050235639766682370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=2050235639766682370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/2050235639766682370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/2050235639766682370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2009/06/while-browsing-july-issue-of-cleo.html' title=''/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-3132251714395644361</id><published>2009-06-15T21:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T21:54:33.962+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outings'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb286/lil_boo86_2/BangkokJazz_June13_010_resize.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-3132251714395644361?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3132251714395644361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=3132251714395644361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/3132251714395644361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/3132251714395644361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2009/06/photobucket.html' title=''/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-4818469640515009927</id><published>2009-06-08T02:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T02:45:26.950+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had an awesome weekend. (:&lt;br /&gt;Thank you. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-4818469640515009927?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4818469640515009927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=4818469640515009927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/4818469640515009927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/4818469640515009927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-had-awesome-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-674940959963142016</id><published>2009-06-04T16:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T16:19:46.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just in case you don't visit Smashpop.net. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my favourites but damn wtf ok. We had this shoot in February and that bugger only have this. And JASON YOU STILL OWE ME THE CD LEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/SieApTLCUsI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Mt7sZ3eL6aU/s1600-h/3572835059_829476b245_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/SieApTLCUsI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Mt7sZ3eL6aU/s400/3572835059_829476b245_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343380929907937986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/SieApbihJoI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ikkaf6rzhOU/s1600-h/3572835825_2a9439e9bd_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/SieApbihJoI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ikkaf6rzhOU/s400/3572835825_2a9439e9bd_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343380932153910914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/SieApkYCZVI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/iZurt6joRNE/s1600-h/3576298130_9be92c8dc6_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/SieApkYCZVI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/iZurt6joRNE/s400/3576298130_9be92c8dc6_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343380934525871442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten numerous bites in that 'forest' and you can see red patches on my chest that Jason overlooked haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is so peaceful. I don't have to worry about anything else. I sleep and play and eat. And shop. And did a lot of damage to the plastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I need to make a plan of what to do during summer. Shell has yet to get back to me despite my gazillion mails. Maybe go lose weight just for the heck of it. I wanna test my willpower haha. But then again when it comes to food, food &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; willpower haha. I suck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-674940959963142016?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/674940959963142016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=674940959963142016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/674940959963142016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/674940959963142016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-in-case-you-dont-visit-smashpop.html' title=''/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/SieApTLCUsI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Mt7sZ3eL6aU/s72-c/3572835059_829476b245_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-1335064475407423267</id><published>2009-05-28T21:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T21:22:50.542+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O haiz I'm backz. From where you say? From disappearing haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been going out since the last day of exams. Except Sun, Tues and today. Got a bit tired of going out actually. In these two weeks I've managed to spend like RM700 -_- And that is on clothes, not food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pictures cuz lazy want to take pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm aimless in my life again. Sighs. Still waiting for reply for my internship. I guess the economy is -that- bad huh. Even big companies like them froze their internship programmes. What am I gonna do this summer though. Maybe enjoy the last summer that I'll ever have as a student? Hmm. I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week Joey and Lynn want to go to Sungei Wang. -_- I can almost foresee money flying away, again. So much for saying no shopping for 2 months. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so bored maybe I should go to the gym to play. And get buff like TheBoyfriend wtf. Then I can lift him wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bored!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-1335064475407423267?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1335064475407423267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=1335064475407423267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/1335064475407423267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/1335064475407423267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-haiz-im-backz.html' title=''/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-3258999548285557798</id><published>2009-05-20T17:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T18:02:49.857+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uni-related'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got pwn-ed by process dynamics and control.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I'll pass. T_T&lt;br /&gt;I don't even have the drive to study for chemical product design. This semester is the epitome of shitty modules. Oh guess what I'll even have ADVANCED process control next academic year. Masters la nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on a brighter side, girlie lunch tomorrow at my favourite place hoho. And shopping after, will probably just window shop tomorrow and buy during the weekends. Need to get approval from TheBoyfriend cuz he always threatens to burn my clothes. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And American Idol is on! Go Lambert! I know he's gay but he's good!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-3258999548285557798?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3258999548285557798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=3258999548285557798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/3258999548285557798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/3258999548285557798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-got-pwn-ed-by-process-dynamics-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-3716405120536382918</id><published>2009-05-18T14:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T14:14:21.287+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo-sified'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:300%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;Shucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life isn't as rosy.&lt;br /&gt;Life isn't as funny.&lt;br /&gt;Life isn't as happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having you doesn't seem to help at all. Fuck you PDC. What Bode plot, what Nyquist shit. Fuck you fuck you fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life isn't as colorful.&lt;br /&gt;Life isn't as beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Life isn't as wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is poor too. It didn't help that I just spent RM300++ just cuz I was upset. Is this what they call retail therapy? Cuz if it is, it sucks cuz it isn't helping at all. I still feel like crap. I still feel like bawling. I still feel like no one cares anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe no one does afterall..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-3716405120536382918?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3716405120536382918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=3716405120536382918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/3716405120536382918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/3716405120536382918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/shucks-life-isnt-as-rosy.html' title=''/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-7233093561134183365</id><published>2009-05-09T20:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T20:30:37.668+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:300%;" &gt;16/17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;[Rolf:]&lt;br /&gt;You wait, little girl, on an empty stage&lt;br /&gt;For fate to turn the light on&lt;br /&gt;Your life, little girl, is an empty page&lt;br /&gt;That men will want to write on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Liesl:]&lt;br /&gt;To write on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Rolf:]&lt;br /&gt;You are sixteen going on seventeen&lt;br /&gt;Baby, it's time to think&lt;br /&gt;Better beware, be canny and careful&lt;br /&gt;Baby, you're on the brink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are sixteen going on seventeen&lt;br /&gt;Fellows will fall in line&lt;br /&gt;Eager young lads and rogues and cads&lt;br /&gt;Will offer you food and wine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally unprepared are you&lt;br /&gt;To face a world of men&lt;br /&gt;Timid and shy and scared are you&lt;br /&gt;Of things beyond your ken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need someone older an wiser&lt;br /&gt;Telling you what to do&lt;br /&gt;I am seventeen going on eighteen&lt;br /&gt;I'll take care of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Liesl:]&lt;br /&gt;I am sixteen going on seventeen&lt;br /&gt;I know that I'm naive&lt;br /&gt;Fellows I meet may tell me I'm sweet&lt;br /&gt;And willingly I believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sixteen going on seventeen&lt;br /&gt;Innocent as a rose&lt;br /&gt;Bachelor dandies, drinkers of brandies&lt;br /&gt;What do I know of those&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally unprepared am I&lt;br /&gt;To face a world of men&lt;br /&gt;Timid and shy and scared am I&lt;br /&gt;Of things beyond my ken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need someone older and wiser&lt;br /&gt;Telling me what to do&lt;br /&gt;You are seventeen going on eighteen&lt;br /&gt;I'll depend on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was younger, I dreamed that one day, my Rolf (I typed rofl wtf that shows how much time I've been spending on MSN) will come and sing that song to me. It was romantic, you cannot deny that. Someone who would sing a love song to me. Corny much but sighs I love musicals a great deal, but not High School Musical. Gosh those movies give me goosebumps. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 16 going on 17, I was working hard to climb the ladder up my Red Crescent society, and practising volleyball. No time for boys. Ok fine so I had two failed relationships in form 3 haha which was quite funny. Oh wells. But yea when I was 16 going on 17, I was also worrying about my grades. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was I unprepared to face a world of men? You bet. Haha I got quite er, shocked in form 3 when I was in a relationship lol. So I waited till I finished high school. The world is my oyster yums (although I don't eat oysters wtf maybe I should say the world is my mussel) and I've got so much to explore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I think it's also because of this song, I don't date guys younger than I am or the same age as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You need someone older an wiser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Telling you what to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I am seventeen going on eighteen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'll take care of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite sad to base my love life on a song in a musical but gosh sometimes the words are so true, you can't help but really get into it. And how many of you have not watch this AWESOME musical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ooo 16 going on 17 is currently being played in my WMP)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I need someone older and wiser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Telling me what to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You are seventeen going on eighteen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'll depend on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the eldest in the family, it's a nice change to have someone take care of things and make decisions. It's nice to be babied and pampered. So yes, I'LL DEPEND ON YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I want a cream coloured pony.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-7233093561134183365?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7233093561134183365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=7233093561134183365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/7233093561134183365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/7233093561134183365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/1617-rolf-you-wait-little-girl-on-empty.html' title=''/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-6792169081213563180</id><published>2009-05-04T03:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T03:22:37.427+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My curls. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/Sf3txGRuPMI/AAAAAAAAAJg/63poCEfN9WI/s1600-h/DSC00325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/Sf3txGRuPMI/AAAAAAAAAJg/63poCEfN9WI/s400/DSC00325.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331678961630854338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/Sf3txMfeLaI/AAAAAAAAAJY/QA5_RcljVrU/s1600-h/DSC00322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/Sf3txMfeLaI/AAAAAAAAAJY/QA5_RcljVrU/s400/DSC00322.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331678963299134882" 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/30865559-6792169081213563180?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6792169081213563180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=6792169081213563180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/6792169081213563180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/6792169081213563180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-curls.html' title=''/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/Sf3txGRuPMI/AAAAAAAAAJg/63poCEfN9WI/s72-c/DSC00325.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-2554799986038954994</id><published>2009-04-30T04:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T04:53:24.320+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:300%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn that Energy Management. So happened that my steam tables are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT &lt;/span&gt;in SI units and I am required to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WORK &lt;/span&gt;using SI units. *Grumbles* I'm gonna go through all my reference books just you wait. Perry's Chemical Handbook is just too complicated to use at the moment. Will dwell into it when I have my FYP thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks I've lost my momentum to study. Again, can I blame TheBoyfriend for this. Roar. Work in his house, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;konon&lt;/span&gt;. Bah. Oiiii I need to studyyyy. Sighs. Yea I need to but I just couldn't do it. But actually I've done one module, halfway through another. I just need to follow my schedule I guess. Schedule planning wtf and must leave buffer time wtf this is why I hate Project Management.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I can't seem to fall asleep cuz I'm hungry, again, but I shall persevere and wait till tomorrow. -_- I'm always eating. Like, seriously, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/span&gt;. For the past two days I had some cravings for chocolate cake and it must be from Sun Moulin and TheBoyfriend got them for me yums. Now I have some cravings for sushi. And chocolate fondue. And KFC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which! They changed their McValue lunch meals! How can!!!! My nuggetsssssss. I want my nuggets! Oh and I have this craving for nuggets too! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Eelaine, please stop talking about food, it's bad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine! I shall go into bags! I have two ultimate dream bags! Sighs if I get my hands on these two bags I shall stop looking at other bags for maybe 2 years wtf. My birthday is in July and I am shamelessly asking for my present now wtf. Make me a happy girl ok email me wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am gonna go sort out my wardrobe later since I can't sleep. Yea strange habit actually. When I can't sleep or I'm angry, I tidy things up. Exactly like that Sammi Cheng movie years ago. I find some strange comfort in doing so. Lucky for whoever who's gonna marry me wtf, make me angry and I'll clean. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TheBoyfriend was just saying how I don't need more clothes like I don't need more shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I digress. That day while we were at Pavilion omg I saw the mother of all heels! Okla it's nothing THAT fancy but it tickled my fancy wtf is this a pun -_- But but butttttt he dragged me away repeating the number of pairs of shoes that I have and that I don't need anymore and he doesn't even see me wearing all of them often enough. Hmph I shall say, there is no such thing as enough when it comes to shoes hahaha. Sighs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway back to my point. He said I don't need more clothes. Hi, I can repeat all my clothes in a month (I think) so that's not enough. Although honestly I think I'm repeating them just cuz I have favourites haha. To further prove my point, my wardrobe is a miserable 3-door-wardrobe. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MANA CUKUP LA DEI&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't even approve of me getting another cupboard (EXACTLY LIKE MY MUM HOHUM ARE THEY SCHEMING TOGETHER) cuz he said I'll just use the 'empty space' as a reason to buy more clothes just to fill the cupboard up! How can! ROARRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now he's limiting my shopping wtf. No deal no deal. BABY NO IT'S NOT A DEAL. Don't take away something that makes me happy and helps me destress and EXERCISE. It's quite a task shopping for hours in heels alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall make space in my cupboard now. AND PLEASE DON'T FORGET ABOUT EMAILING ME ABOUT THE BAGS WTF. (Go to secret blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw I'm slowly opening up the other blog now. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Sorry about the caps. A little cuckoo at this time of the day (or night I don't know)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-2554799986038954994?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2554799986038954994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=2554799986038954994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/2554799986038954994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/2554799986038954994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/4.html' title=''/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-7870851138447716633</id><published>2009-04-27T19:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T19:20:41.206+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uni-related'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm such a nerd/geek it's not funny anymore.&lt;br /&gt;So I was reading my notes, there's this line that says &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"At even greater depth, the CO2 will become denser and happily stays there."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lol-ed. Like seriously lol-ed. -_- And why? I find it funny. Happily stays there wtf. Don't you think it's funny? Imagine CO2 having smiley faces on them, quite a sight haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and does anyone of you remember the HAW BISCUIT? The round redish biscuit with the size of a 20cent coin? I have so many of them in my house now. Nyam!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-7870851138447716633?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7870851138447716633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=7870851138447716633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/7870851138447716633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/7870851138447716633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-such-nerdgeek-its-not-funny-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-3250211249763410714</id><published>2009-04-26T01:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T01:43:04.586+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:300%;" &gt;Woof!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/SfNJGw5BNXI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Vqu9j5X537M/s1600-h/DSC00251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/SfNJGw5BNXI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Vqu9j5X537M/s400/DSC00251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328683164661527922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi my name is Yuki and I'm a White Terrier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/SfNKDYFsszI/AAAAAAAAAIo/TPWoPE1I_XQ/s1600-h/choco_008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/SfNKDYFsszI/AAAAAAAAAIo/TPWoPE1I_XQ/s400/choco_008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328684205975843634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi I'm Choco and I'm a Terrier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/SfNJG13495I/AAAAAAAAAIg/-P5sNMkICTc/s1600-h/DSC00305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/SfNJG13495I/AAAAAAAAAIg/-P5sNMkICTc/s400/DSC00305.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328683165998970770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi my name is Pom-pom and I'm a pomeranian, not the pompoms that cheerleaders throw. Haha so funny. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuki's my dog actually. (: Cute little white ball of fur. Obnoxious little thing. Call her name once, she'll turn her head and look at you and cock her head to a side as if saying, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"What?"&lt;/span&gt;. Call her twice, she doesn't even bother. How arrogant. Haha. Love her nevertheless. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choco's the puppy that I babysat for my bestfriend until I found a new owner for the pup. Hyperactive. Craves for company, totally opposite of Yuki. Mum loved him cuz he responds and is very enthusiastic. (: Too bad Yuki's a jealous bitch (ho ho) so Choco was given away to this really nice girl who is spoiling him a lot now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pompom is my friend's puppy! 3 months old and awfully cute. But tell me which puppy isn't cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever TheBoyfriend and I are near a pet shop, I'll drag him in and look at the puppies. Sighs how cute. Once we saw a 7-month-old St Bernard, it was friggin huge and he went, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Wtf? He's 7 months old and he's fucking huge and our Yuki is 7 years old and she's like a kid!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs I wanna go see puppies to release my stressssssssssss, not like there's any, YET!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-3250211249763410714?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3250211249763410714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=3250211249763410714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/3250211249763410714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/3250211249763410714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/woof-hi-my-name-is-yuki-and-im-white.html' title=''/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/SfNJGw5BNXI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Vqu9j5X537M/s72-c/DSC00251.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-3386061219210708956</id><published>2009-04-24T13:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T13:20:29.496+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uni-related'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:300%;" &gt;All Done!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woot! My R&amp;amp;D groupmates just handed in our final report!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye beloved lemon peels and nickel(II) ions. I will miss you dearly. Your scent, your smoothness (powdery wtf), your yellowness. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Eveleen and Naqiuddin! You two are the best groupmates anyone can ask for! Thanks for all the effort. And I thank myself for staying up late wtf. No la seriously, you two are the best (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm just gonna hope for the best! Cuz our group has managed to attract attention from the strictest marker in our ChemEng department. Apparently she's very interested in our project, asking a lot of questions after the presentation, asking our supervisor a lot of questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fingers crossed..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-3386061219210708956?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3386061219210708956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=3386061219210708956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/3386061219210708956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/3386061219210708956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/all-done-woot-my-r-groupmates-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-5647677000950005647</id><published>2009-04-23T15:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T13:14:57.947+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bitchings'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:300%;" &gt;Excuses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you met anyone who is full of excuses? Like for everything that they do OR did not do, they'll have an excuse. When you question their excuses, they get defensive, when clearly their excuse is a really stupid one. When it clearly does not make sense or even justify their behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say about these kind of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will blog it in detail (I think) on the other side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-5647677000950005647?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5647677000950005647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=5647677000950005647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/5647677000950005647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/5647677000950005647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/excuses-have-you-met-anyone-who-is-full.html' title=''/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-4285533869526431039</id><published>2009-04-19T02:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T02:06:47.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:300%;" &gt;My Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me when will you be mine.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me Pelham, Pelham, Pelllllham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/SeoWCCYe-2I/AAAAAAAAAIA/WSTmgnk8c8A/s1600-h/o_Gucci_Pelham.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/SeoWCCYe-2I/AAAAAAAAAIA/WSTmgnk8c8A/s400/o_Gucci_Pelham.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326093733574146914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait a moment more.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me Pelham, Pelham, Pelllllham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my Pelham tell me when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if I live off bread for the next couple of months (or maybe more than that) I can hug you to sleep. T__T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-4285533869526431039?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4285533869526431039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=4285533869526431039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/4285533869526431039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/4285533869526431039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-love-tell-me-when-will-you-be-mine.html' title=''/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/SeoWCCYe-2I/AAAAAAAAAIA/WSTmgnk8c8A/s72-c/o_Gucci_Pelham.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-2693090517873658235</id><published>2009-04-13T15:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T15:59:26.301+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lols'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Looks like the blogosphere has caught up with FML and it's been seen using widely. Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-2693090517873658235?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2693090517873658235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=2693090517873658235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/2693090517873658235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/2693090517873658235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/looks-like-blogosphere-has-caught-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-7714744735893851126</id><published>2009-04-12T01:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T02:14:58.273+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo-sified'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:300%;" &gt;To Close Or Not To?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of blogging in LIBD (LifeInBetweenDreams). I feel restricted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ready to close that chapter. So many pictures. Happy (mostly) and sad memories. I've been toying with the idea for quite a while now. It (closing this blog) usually doesn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the name of this blog. I'm not ready to give it up. So many memories, random thoughts, happy pictures and whatnots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs. How now? Gimme a bit more time and then I shall decide. I'm doing a bit of changes to the other blog at the moment and when I'm ready I'll move..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-7714744735893851126?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7714744735893851126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=7714744735893851126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/7714744735893851126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/7714744735893851126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/to-close-or-not-to-im-tired-of-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-8379936851989948701</id><published>2009-04-09T23:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T23:40:10.186+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Serious shites'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:300%;" &gt;Was Nothing But A Bang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today marks my first accident. ):&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't even my fault. And no, I'm not speeding. Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for TheBoyfriend who took care of everything and also me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30865559-8379936851989948701?l=lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8379936851989948701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30865559&amp;postID=8379936851989948701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/8379936851989948701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30865559/posts/default/8379936851989948701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinbetweendreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/was-nothing-but-bang-today-marks-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Eelaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17974201247958401630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/R_sWFtf7LiI/AAAAAAAAACE/kVb1vqHNako/S220/DSC_9754+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30865559.post-8464081113218164838</id><published>2009-04-06T14:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T21:55:28.923+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uni-related'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:300%;" &gt;The Red Carpet Affair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;(4th April 2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning: 44 pictures ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was a Red Carpet affair at the University of Nottingham Malaysia Campus (Or so the theme says haha). This year, no star treatment for me boohoo as I wasn't one of the Ms Notts contestants haha. So I got my hair done at a friend's place who's a local celebrity hairstylist&amp;amp;makeup artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently my makeup skill is quite good and I've always thought it's just mediocre. Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb286/lil_boo86_2/The%20Red%20Carpet%20Affair%20-%204th%20April%202009/AnnualDinner09Blog_001.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brenda and myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's annual dinner was held at Sunway Hotel. The food this year was not cold haha. I had to eat like, cold food cuz I was so busy running around last year because of the Ms Notts thing. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb286/lil_boo86_2/The%20Red%20Carpet%20Affair%20-%204th%20April%202009/AnnualDinner09Blog_002.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you might remember the dress that I'm wearing. It belongs to Joey; she loaned it to me haha cuz I'm too lazy to go hunt for a dress and also cuz I didn't want to spend too much on a new dress. Like hello, the tickets are like RM125 this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb286/lil_boo86_2/The%20Red%20Carpet%20Affair%20-%204th%20April%202009/AnnualDinner09Blog_003.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clockwise from top left:&lt;br /&gt;1) Weng Lum&lt;br /&gt;2) Weng Hoong -- Looks like an ahpek haha.&lt;br /&gt;3) Wai Hong -- Will never smile for anything.&lt;br /&gt;4) Yeong Jieh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb286/lil_boo86_2/The%20Red%20Carpet%20Affair%20-%204th%20April%202009/AnnualDinner09Blog_004.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clockwise from top left:&lt;br /&gt;1) Weng Phoon&lt;br /&gt;2) KC&lt;br /&gt;3) Kiwi&lt;br /&gt;4) Ah sia -- Not his real name but yeah that's what we call him haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb286/lil_boo86_2/The%20Red%20Carpet%20Affair%20-%204th%20April%202009/AnnualDinner09Blog_005.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clockwise from top left:&lt;br /&gt;1) Lauren -- Who has a super funky hairstyle, in a good way.&lt;br /&gt;2) Vern Li&lt;br /&gt;3) KapYan/YukShun -- Wahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;4) Melanie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb286/lil_boo86_2/The%20Red%20Carpet%20Affair%20-%204th%20April%202009/AnnualDinner09Blog_006.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clockwise from top left:&lt;br /&gt;1) Ronny -- Guess who won Best Dressed lol.&lt;br /&gt;2) Quek -- The Ex Best Dressed lol.&lt;br /&gt;3) Ren Yii -- Damn tall. -_-&lt;br /&gt;4) Jian Wen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb286/lil_boo86_2/The%20Red%20Carpet%20Affair%20-%204th%20April%202009/AnnualDinner09Blog_007.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kum Weng, with his R&amp;amp;B hat. Haha. Sorry Kum Weng that your idol didn't make it. Told you to ask her. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb286/lil_boo86_2/The%20Red%20Carpet%20Affair%20-%204th%20April%202009/AnnualDinner09Blog_008.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all love his bow tie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb286/lil_boo86_2/The%20Red%20Carpet%20Affair%20-%204th%20April%202009/AnnualDinner09Blog_009.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex bringing sexy back haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb286/lil_boo86_2/The%20Red%20Carpet%20Affair%20-%204th%20April%202009/AnnualDinner09Blog_010.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clockwise from top left:&lt;br /&gt;1) Kevin&lt;br /&gt;2) Yin Fly -- Yes it's really Fly.&lt;br /&gt;3) Jian-Wan -- My ex labmate. Sighs I'll miss those lab sessions.&lt;br /&gt;4) Weng Keong -- Or better known as Lan Wen Qiang to me haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb286/lil_boo86_2/The%20Red%20Carpet%20Affair%20-%204th%20April%202009/AnnualDinner09Blog_011.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woot! Mission accomplished!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb286/lil_boo86_2/The%20Red%20Carpet%20Affair%20-%204th%20April%202009/AnnualDinner09Blog_012.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clockwise from top left (The Mech Eng guys):&lt;br /&gt;1) Hafriz -- Also my housemate/penyapu boy/lantai boy/mangkuk boy. Long story. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;2) Wai Ken -- The only one who didn't agree that I look like Charmaine Sheh.&lt;br /&gt;3) Jieqiang&lt;br /&gt;4) Chun Min&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what happened was that a number of people commented that I look like Charmaine Sheh, this HK actress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/SdmkLNz4B5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/KVQ7B-WD5WY/s1600-h/charmaine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 282px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/SdmkLNz4B5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/KVQ7B-WD5WY/s400/charmaine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321464947307710354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/SdmkK2ThAjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8bz20b5p1EM/s1600-h/200604240947219b75d2qe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpMWW4VETAA/SdmkK2ThAjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8bz20b5p1EM/s400/200604240947219b75d2qe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321464940997968434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now my new name is apparently Charmaine Boo Ee Laine. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb286/lil_boo86_2/The%20Red%20Carpet%20Affair%20-%204th%20April%202009/AnnualDinner09Blog_013.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clockwise from top left:&lt;br /&gt;1) Shireen -- Housemate (:&lt;br /&gt;2) Steph&lt;br /&gt;3) Sook Yee&lt;br /&gt;4) Sook Yee and Brenda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb286/lil_boo86_2/The%20Red%20Carpet%20Affair%20-%204th%20April%202009/AnnualDinner09Blog_014.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ChemEngers (part of the girls)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb286/lil_boo86_2/The%20Red%20Carpet%20Affair%20-%204th%20April%202009/AnnualDinner09Blog_015.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mei Syen was also bringing sexy back that night. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb286/lil_boo86_2/The%20Red%20Carpet%20Affair%20-%204th%20April%202009/AnnualDinner09Blog_016.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clockwise from top left:&lt;br /&gt;1) Wei Leng&lt;br /&gt;2) Elaine&lt;br /&gt;3) Ying See&lt;br /&gt;4) Brenda -- Again hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's annual dinner felt a little quiet cuz there weren't many people (my friends) around. Most of them have graduated so it felt a little quiet but it was still alright. Had to walk around to look for friends to camwhore haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb286/lil_boo86_2/The%20Red%20Carpet%20Affair%20-%204th%20April%202009/AnnualDinner09Blog_017.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L-R: Tommy, Brenda, myself, Eddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb286/lil_boo86_2/The%20Red%20Carpet%20Affair%20-%204th%20April%202009/AnnualDinner09Blog_018.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yan and myself. Sorry girls, he's taken by Brenda hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb286/lil_boo86_2/The%20Red%20Carpet%20Affair%20-%204th%20April%202009/AnnualDinner09Blog_019.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L-R: Myself, Rahman, Erma, Brenda, Shean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erma looked really nice that night, although it wasn't my favourite colour haha. But she looked really elegant, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb286/lil_boo86_2/The%20Red%20Carpet%20Affair%20-%204th%20April%202009/AnnualDinner09Blog_020.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The have-beens and Andy Chan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb286/lil_boo86_2/The%20Red%20Carpet%20Affair%20-%204th%20April%202009/AnnualDinner09Blog_021.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy Chan is not a student, he's a professor, who also think that I look like Charmaine Sheh. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He later joined us for clubbing at MOS. It's quite a sight. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb286/lil_boo86_2/The%20Red%20Carpet%20Affair%20-%204th%20April%202009/AnnualDinner09Blog_022.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb286/lil_boo86_2/The%20Red%20Carpet%20Affair%20-%204th%20April%202009/AnnualDinner09Blog_023.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fang Chin, myself and Kum Weng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need a new camera. I shall put that into my wishlist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb286/lil_boo86_2/The%20Red%20Carpet%20Affair%20-%204th%20April%202009/AnnualDinner09Blog_024.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 'clique'. Haha. Some random guys just decided to join us cuz there were more of us. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb286/lil_boo86_2/The%20Red%20Carpet%20Affair%20-%204th%20April%202009/AnnualDinner09Blog_025.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yenson, who is fairer than me. Damn unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb286/lil_boo86_2/The%20Red%20Carpet%20Affair%20-%204th%20April%202009/AnnualDinner09Blog_026.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently my back is quite famous wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb286/lil_boo86_2/The%20Red%20Carpet%20Affair%20-%204th%20April%202009/AnnualDinner09Blog_027.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You definitely need a portrait of your own haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night didn't just end in the ballroom. Head on outside, there were MORE people camwhoring haha. And it's like a meeting point to take photos with people you have yet to photograph with lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb286/lil_boo86_2/The%20Red%20Carpet%20Affair%20-%204th%20April%202009/AnnualDinner09Blog_028.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L-R: Siew Chyi, Xiao Yien, myself and Khai Sing.&lt;br /&gt;They are the January intake group of girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb286/lil_boo86_2/The%20Red%20Carpet%20Affair%20-%204th%20April%202009/AnnualDinner09Blog_029.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L-R: Phui Kian, myself, Pei Ling and Yin Jye.&lt;br /&gt;These three girls are inseparable haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb286/lil_boo86_2/The%20Red%20Carpet%20Affair%20-%204th%20April%202009/AnnualDinner09Blog_030.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A group photo of all the ChemEngers (plus one lost sheep) with Andy Chan and Dr David Hassell. We are also known as Andy Chan's fan club haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb286/lil_boo86_2/The%20Red%20Carpet%20Affair%20-%204th%20April%202009/AnnualDinner09Blog_031.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yenli came later to join us at the after party. Yenli why are you holding your right boob haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb286/lil_boo86_2/The%20Red%20Carpet%20Affair%20-%204th%20April%202009/AnnualDinner09Blog_032.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's annual dinner is a bit boring without you haha. Cuz no one to get crazy with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb286/lil_boo86_2/The%20Red%20Carpet%20Affair%20-%204th%20April%202009/AnnualDinner09Blog_033.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian and his girlfriend, who reminds me of Kit Mey, although I think Kit Mey's a lot prettier. (: (Kit Mey don't be angry ok I just said you're prettier haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb286/lil_boo86_2/The%20Red%20Carpet%20Affair%20-%204th%20April%202009/AnnualDinner09Blog_034.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy Chan and the two failures lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy Chan was like,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "No these are money politics so it's ok."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb286/lil_boo86_2/The%20Red%20Carpet%20Affair%20-%204th%20April%202009/AnnualDinner09Blog_035.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls and I. I won't be seeing these girls in uni after May. Although we shall meet outside (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb286/lil_boo86_2/The%20Red%20Carpet%20Affair%20-%204th%20April%202009/AnnualDinner09Blog_036.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clockwise from top left:&lt;br /&gt;1) Kenny -- Who crashed the party haha.&lt;br /&gt;2) Shen Quang&lt;br /&gt;3) Andrew -- Hair's getting bigger&lt;br /&gt;4) Kenneth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb286/lil_boo86_2/The%20Red%20Carpet%20Affair%20-%204th%20April%202009/AnnualDinner09Blog_037.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us girls with Dr Hassell. We call him Dr Hasselhoff haha.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously he towers over all of us. I think he can rest his chin nicely on my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb286/lil_boo86_2/The%20Red%20Carpet%20Affair%20-%204th%20April%202009/AnnualDinner09Blog_038.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pravin wants to be in the centre. Attention whore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few more photos we left for MOS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb286/lil_boo86_2/The%20Red%20Carpet%20Affair%20-%204th%20April%202009/AnnualDinner09Blog_039.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who I saw wtf. Kwo Kuang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone saw me walking from afar and said that it's me. Then stupid Kwo Kuang said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Cannot be her she's not that tall."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUPID!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb286/lil_boo86_2/The%20Red%20Carpet%20Affair%20-%204th%20April%202009/AnnualDinner09Blog_040.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon Seng who looked damn gangster. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb286/lil_boo86_2/The%20Red%20Carpet%20Affair%20-%204th%20April%202009/AnnualDinner09Blog_041.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnson and myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I lost weight too. -_- I was back at the office the other day and my colleagues were saying that I lost weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb286/lil_boo86_2/The%20Red%20Carpet%20Affair%20-%204th%20April%202009/AnnualDinner09Blog_042.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ning Khang kaki kangkang and myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't like the music that night. Went down to The Deq where they were playing R&amp;amp;B. Nothing much happened. I think the mood to club wasn't really there as the club was too damn packed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb286/lil_boo86_2/The%20Red%20Carpet%20Affair%20-%204th%20April%202009/AnnualDinner09Blog_043.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brenda and myself in the club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left pretty early for supper at Station1 opposite the club with the rest. Our lecturer joined us to talk cock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I don't know what to say anymore. 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