<?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-12816712</id><updated>2011-12-08T15:20:21.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you really know what makes you tick?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>111</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-4181494698561266222</id><published>2010-09-30T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T08:40:06.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1.5 years ago</title><content type='html'>its been 1.5years.&lt;br /&gt;im sorry lovelylaurels for neglecting you. You were once too painful to bear. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milestones have passed since then. i have overcame mountains and hills, and crossed oceans to who i am today. There may be somethings i may not be too proud of yet or have yet to achieve but I'm striving.. perhaps not hard enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Career - check&lt;br /&gt;Family - check&lt;br /&gt;Friends - check&lt;br /&gt;Health - check&lt;br /&gt;Mental health - check&lt;br /&gt;Bank account health - negative&lt;br /&gt;Further Education - TBC (To commence in 2011)&lt;br /&gt;Love life - nul&lt;br /&gt;Spiritual life - numb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a run-down on the "important" things in life, I still feel that hole that needs to be bridged to God. Here i am trying to juggle everything in human terms but yet feel that gap that only God can fulfill. All the friends/spirits/activities would never be able to satisfy you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, where art thou?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its amazing, 1.5years ago I haven't even began the career i just left. Was God in play? i really hope so. Even though the "world" seems to smile with you thinking its your efforts, you somehow know that God was at play. Jaded people in the marketplace are atheists and are God delusional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, i don't want to be delusional from you. Work in my life. Give me the hunger. I want to constantly hear your comforting whisper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-4181494698561266222?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/4181494698561266222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=4181494698561266222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/4181494698561266222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/4181494698561266222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2010/09/15-years-ago.html' title='1.5 years ago'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-1316198667739994792</id><published>2009-04-13T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T10:55:43.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You know it when it strikes you</title><content type='html'>You know it when u go to a place and you start to remember&lt;br /&gt;You know it then that you are still young&lt;br /&gt;It really wasn't the person you thought of&lt;br /&gt;but the place that brought in the memory, be it funny or painful incidents&lt;br /&gt;It's then that nostalgia hits you hard like a train wreck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-1316198667739994792?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/1316198667739994792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=1316198667739994792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/1316198667739994792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/1316198667739994792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-know-it-when-it-strikes-you.html' title='You know it when it strikes you'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-518576770495566786</id><published>2009-02-10T01:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T01:50:54.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing Grace</title><content type='html'>Amazing Grace how sweet the sound&lt;br /&gt;that saved a wretched like me&lt;br /&gt;I once was lost, but now i'm found&lt;br /&gt;Was blind but now I see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T'was Grace that helped my heart to fear&lt;br /&gt;And Grace my fears relieved&lt;br /&gt;How precious did that Grace appear&lt;br /&gt;The hour I 1st believed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My chains are gone&lt;br /&gt;i've been set free&lt;br /&gt;My God my Saviour has ransomed me&lt;br /&gt;And like a flood, His mercy reigns&lt;br /&gt;Forever Love, Amazing Grace&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;Thank you God for your Grace. Though I may not be perfect, I strive to be more like you everyday. Forgive me for I am weak. Forgive those that I have trespass as I forgive those that have trespass me. I know that you have a greater promise in store for me and I pray that you will help guide me and be stronger with each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your love because I know that You will restore the years the locusts have eaten and I know that though it has been a hard labour for me, you have always been there watching and guiding me. If not for this, I would still be clay and I know that you are moulding me into your perfection. Forgive me for ever doubting you, for not trusting and for not letting go.&lt;br /&gt;I am still not perfect and I need you to totally submerge me in your Love. because I am weak..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, a great big hug for my dearests for really bearing with me. I know that it hasnt been easy or fun hanging out with me. I've been a total wet blankie. Sowwie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Xan, Yii, Neille, Mary, Vonne, Mel, Leng, Polly, WL, Jon, Bin, Hoi and many others for walking hand in hand with me. I truly appreciate the time and your ears! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha sorry la neille.. the window shopping tak jadi.. semua CMI ! hahah&lt;br /&gt;but thanks for the sleepover and windowshopping with me the kind of clothes u wouldnt like to wear! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non, rien de rien..&lt;br /&gt;Non, je ne regrette de rien&lt;br /&gt;parce que je sais que ma vie sera pour l'améliorer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-518576770495566786?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/518576770495566786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=518576770495566786&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/518576770495566786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/518576770495566786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2009/02/amazing-grace.html' title='Amazing Grace'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-8795129185231059097</id><published>2009-02-01T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T07:03:42.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdHnndsJDug/SYW5NkBd8sI/AAAAAAAAABQ/sGzd6CwGqOg/s1600-h/RIMG0202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdHnndsJDug/SYW5NkBd8sI/AAAAAAAAABQ/sGzd6CwGqOg/s320/RIMG0202.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297844179330527938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That Sunday&lt;br /&gt;Was one of those last days&lt;br /&gt;Where I last truly felt gay&lt;br /&gt;The sun streaming its rays&lt;br /&gt;I hoped for that day to stay&lt;br /&gt;Being with you filled my Sunday&lt;br /&gt;However, its no longer that day&lt;br /&gt;Today, its Sunday&lt;br /&gt;and that Sunday ran throughout my day&lt;br /&gt;It felt just like yesterday&lt;br /&gt;How vividly I remember that Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-8795129185231059097?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/8795129185231059097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=8795129185231059097&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/8795129185231059097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/8795129185231059097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2009/02/that-sunday.html' title='That Sunday'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdHnndsJDug/SYW5NkBd8sI/AAAAAAAAABQ/sGzd6CwGqOg/s72-c/RIMG0202.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-4069353599571244422</id><published>2009-01-31T08:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T08:23:17.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishful thinking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdHnndsJDug/SYR5WF67PAI/AAAAAAAAABI/uwxQwz7IaVs/s1600-h/RIMG0543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297492482147957762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdHnndsJDug/SYR5WF67PAI/AAAAAAAAABI/uwxQwz7IaVs/s320/RIMG0543.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your love has been really so much and your care is enormous. It never stops growing nor will it ever burst because it is too full. Thank you dear for you. Truly appreciate you! hugs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its ironic that I'm beginning to listen to song lyrics and even understanding them. Before, I would just sing along because it rhymed or think who in the world is so striken by heartbreak, love and heartbreak again. Isn't it ironic? Songs are outlets and expressions of how different people deal with their problems. There are those who let it out in anger, sadness, emotional songs, or those who just let go because.. they do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;One that stood out for me was this word:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wishful thinking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No more for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks Xan for your support. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-4069353599571244422?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/4069353599571244422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=4069353599571244422&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/4069353599571244422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/4069353599571244422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2009/01/wishful-thinking.html' title='Wishful thinking'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdHnndsJDug/SYR5WF67PAI/AAAAAAAAABI/uwxQwz7IaVs/s72-c/RIMG0543.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-492666507628669358</id><published>2009-01-28T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T08:29:22.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If u leave me now, you're gonna take the biggest part of me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdHnndsJDug/SYB20O7n5nI/AAAAAAAAABA/eDUHLB8b7xI/s1600-h/RIMG0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296363801521153650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdHnndsJDug/SYB20O7n5nI/AAAAAAAAABA/eDUHLB8b7xI/s320/RIMG0018.JPG" 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/_pdHnndsJDug/SYB1r7RbmjI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rF31Hutgr_U/s1600-h/RIMG0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296362559293332018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pdHnndsJDug/SYB1r7RbmjI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rF31Hutgr_U/s320/RIMG0012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being above clouds is an amazing experience. It gives one the peace of heart as well as to admire God's creation. Thank you God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I had a weird sensation being up in the clouds. Though this time, it was pitch dark without being able to see anything outside, except for the blinking of a red light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it trickled down upon my cheek, I was reminded of how long I have not grieved and started asking myself what was in my heart. Various thoughts and current events played in my mind, causing the trickles to become heavier. Maybe I haven dealt with it properly yet or that I keep hoping for things to get better, in my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;I sincerely do not know what came upon me. Maybe it was the sweetness I encountered in front of me when she pecked him ever so lightly or the simplicity I witnessed of young teenage embracing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-492666507628669358?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/492666507628669358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=492666507628669358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/492666507628669358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/492666507628669358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2009/01/if-u-leave-me-now-youre-gonna-take.html' title='If u leave me now, you&apos;re gonna take the biggest part of me'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdHnndsJDug/SYB20O7n5nI/AAAAAAAAABA/eDUHLB8b7xI/s72-c/RIMG0018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-106927855315288108</id><published>2009-01-18T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T07:44:25.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please don't take it too personally</title><content type='html'>i had an exhilarating day today even though i was dead tired.&lt;br /&gt;thanks to some uncooked sausages and fish balls i stomached the night before at this BBQ, thinking that everything would be alright, I had the pain to wake up in the blackness of the night to the rumblings and thumblings of my stomach screaming to be let out. ok. it was 6am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what an ungodly hour!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only slept at 3am and knowing that i had a full day ahead of me, i still slept so late. sigh. its life huh? i dont blame my pimples popping out to say hi and my eyebags collecting more dead bodies with every passing day.&lt;br /&gt;the fact to wake up to a run to the toilet was so bad.. i think i haven had food poisoning in such a long time already. gosh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on to a more pleasant topic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had fun today!&lt;br /&gt;You know just the simple act of greeting people in church and giving them the biggest smile can be very therapeutic indeed. Having had a very glum night before (or the past few months), i didnt have the effort in me to be .. cheerful? yes.. wasnt in my list.. no siree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but indeed, just serving with my wonderful cell was so wonderful. Everyone was donned in turquoise (i would have worn my usual mourning black if there wasnt a dresscode) and all bright and cheery. I must say the girls looked exceptionally beautiful today in pretty dresses =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdHnndsJDug/SXNNpy9W8TI/AAAAAAAAAAo/x148Qgl2AtM/s1600-h/RIMG0331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdHnndsJDug/SXNNpy9W8TI/AAAAAAAAAAo/x148Qgl2AtM/s320/RIMG0331.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292659367539568946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im beginning to really love my cell members. Its been some time that I've managed to feel so belonged and in a tight group in church. They are indeed wonderful people and very beautiful inside out. =) We had such a ball (shuttlecock) of a time playing badminton at Lindy's place at Tropicana.. haha .. was indeed fun picking up balls and just coaching and sharing tips on playing badminton! but it reminded me alot about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back home, I asked, how did u make it through?&lt;br /&gt;he said, Things will fade away and you've got to not take things so personally anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no reason to anymore&lt;br /&gt;its only going to eat me up and i might just end up in the toilet bowl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-106927855315288108?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pdHnndsJDug/SXNNpy9W8TI/AAAAAAAAAAo/x148Qgl2AtM/s72-c/RIMG0331.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-8711594235417189357</id><published>2009-01-13T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T08:57:07.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Story</title><content type='html'>That you were Romeo you were throwing pebbles&lt;br /&gt;And my daddy said stay away from Juliet&lt;br /&gt;And I was crying on the staircase&lt;br /&gt;Begging you please don't go, and I said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romeo take me somewhere we can be alone&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting all there's left to do is run&lt;br /&gt;You'll be the Prince and I'll be the Princess&lt;br /&gt;It's a love story baby just say yes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-8711594235417189357?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-8440834843594526222</id><published>2008-12-29T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T10:07:40.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bitter</title><content type='html'>im glad at least someone is having fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are such a meanie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have no idea how i am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im ticking bitter like the boiled egg.. hardening as i am in hot water.&lt;br /&gt;is it for the better?&lt;br /&gt;we'll find out in the future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now, its going to be real hard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-8440834843594526222?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/8440834843594526222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=8440834843594526222&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/8440834843594526222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/8440834843594526222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2008/12/bitter.html' title='bitter'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-924721870719363209</id><published>2008-12-22T01:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T01:58:59.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the silence</title><content type='html'>i know i shouldnt be asking you out. It hurts me everytime. But i can't help myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-924721870719363209?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/924721870719363209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=924721870719363209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/924721870719363209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/924721870719363209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2008/12/silence.html' title='the silence'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-814294054185437739</id><published>2008-05-22T03:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T04:17:10.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She's fading away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's fading away&lt;br /&gt;Away from this world&lt;br /&gt;Drifting like feather&lt;br /&gt;She's not of this world&lt;br /&gt;She talks to the rain&lt;br /&gt;Sings to herself&lt;br /&gt;Haven't you heard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Modified from The Darkness lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so small. so insignificant. so unimportant. so unwanted. so alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it true that God really wants us to bring our face to the dust just as in Lamentations?&lt;br /&gt;it is too humbling for me to accept it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its true that God brings of suffering. but why? and why now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:2&lt;br /&gt;He has driven me away and made me walk in darkness rather than light&lt;br /&gt;3:13&lt;br /&gt;He pierced my heart with arrows from his quiver&lt;br /&gt;3:14&lt;br /&gt;I became the laughingstock of all my people; they mocked me in song all day long&lt;br /&gt;3:15&lt;br /&gt;He has filled me with bitter herbs and sated me with gall&lt;br /&gt;3:19&lt;br /&gt;I remember my affliction and my wandering, the bitterness and the gall&lt;br /&gt;3:20&lt;br /&gt;I well remember them, and my soul is downcast within me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet God gives hope and to the one who seeks him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm yet to have higher hopes. but indeed i shall try seeking him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart cries out to the victims of this world. Be it Myanmar, China, Malaysia, US, of natural disasters or of crime, I pray that God will somehow give them hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My problems are of microscopic elements compared to those without a roof over their head, daily food and proper clothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet.... why are they happier at times and why are the rich bitter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be it rich or poor, people can be happy or sad.&lt;br /&gt;It's what you choose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You used to be such a happy little girl"&lt;br /&gt;indeed there were happier times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can one have a complete change of heart immediately and receive healing and be happy once again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is one allowed to bring in the root of the problem. be it upbringing or situation.&lt;br /&gt;can it be that the only child is of smaller heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that there are those who are of gentler hearts and gentler spirits that can be easily shattered by stronger people (who appear strong outside) and yet those might not have meant it, may cause sorrow and tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to do this to myself. I hate being miserable. I hate not having the ability to smile like I mean it. I hate it that I only spoke less than 300words today. I'm sorry because I cant just act that every thing's alright because it isn't. I'm sorry if you think that I'm being a nuisance. I'm sorry if I'm extra work for you. I'm sorry if I take too much of your time. I'm sorry if I'm not worth it. I'm sorry if you think that I'm giving our friendship away. I'm sorry for being sensitive. I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:28&lt;br /&gt;Let him sit alone in silence, for the Lord has laid it on him&lt;br /&gt;3:29&lt;br /&gt;Let him bury his face in the dust - there may yet be hope&lt;br /&gt;3:30&lt;br /&gt;Let him offer his cheek to one who would strike him, and let him be filled with disgrace&lt;br /&gt;3:31&lt;br /&gt;For men are not cast off by the Lord forever&lt;br /&gt;3:32&lt;br /&gt;Though he brings grief, he will show compassion, so great is his unfailing LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;3:33&lt;br /&gt;For he does&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; not &lt;/span&gt;willingly&lt;/span&gt; bring affliction or grief to the children of men&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-814294054185437739?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/814294054185437739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=814294054185437739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/814294054185437739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/814294054185437739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2008/05/shes-fading-away.html' title='She&apos;s fading away'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-5823689396257703642</id><published>2008-04-29T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T10:22:11.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's ticking me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A-S-S-I-G-N-M-E-N-T-S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so totally can't wait to get you out of my life. I see and hear you until i jialat dy... Please ohh please don't give me a hard time the next 4 weeks ahead... I have a dose of you every week from this week onwards.&lt;br /&gt;What have I done to deserve this? I know I should have started seeking thee earlier but other material things were so much more entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAHHH! assignments... the epitome of all blah-ness and all crapiness. Everyone is just copying each other, plagarising journals "smartly" and improving their editing skills. No wonder they need more copywriters! cause we're so darn getting good at this job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Friday : IBF Assignment&lt;br /&gt;Following Wednesday : IBF Test&lt;br /&gt;That Friday itself (following) : Investment and Portfolio Management Assignment&lt;br /&gt;Following Following Friday : Lending Decisions Assignment&lt;br /&gt;Following Folowwing Folowwing Friday : Financial Modelling Assignment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rarrr!!! can u see how much i will be seeing thee! be nice to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-5823689396257703642?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/5823689396257703642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=5823689396257703642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/5823689396257703642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/5823689396257703642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2008/04/whats-ticking-me.html' title='What&apos;s ticking me?'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-5349263312930893592</id><published>2008-04-22T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:57:39.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyes wide open, ears shut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"What makes you tick?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Question has been ticking around my head for ages. I can't remember since when, but it just stuck. People in my opinion are moved or move by something. That girl you see strutting around in stilettos, short mini skirt and low-cut top ,may not seem as what you perceive. That hunk you meet whose biceps and triceps make you want to weep isn't all that macho when he sees a mouse. However that guy who has his nose in books all the time may not seem like the perfect social candidate but is the nicest guy around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The fact that all of us are driven by some inner drive and purpose makes me wonder what is it all about actually?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192094693216224482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdHnndsJDug/SA4GnVVYBOI/AAAAAAAAAAY/cRzO0Qs7Ucg/s320/Marathon1+08+-+31.03.08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running a marathon is all about the brain. How you try to deceive the brain to run that kilometers, knowing that you are a goner can be quite tricky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not being an ardent runner or sportswoman, running a marathon is an achievement to me. Its something I would do once... maybe not twice..or trice.. after having the privilage of experiencing butt and everywhere aches for the consequent days. Having said that, the latest marathon which I signed up for almost a month ago was something out of the random. I wanted to be a great teamplayer and that by joining the marathon, it was just "the" thing to do to encourage others to join. (the you join, i join attitude)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the point. Some ran the race to finish it. Some to get the certificate and medal. Some for the prize money. Some for friends and participative reasons (like me). There were some for their boyfriend's. Some for the company. Some for just some... reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enduring the race needs psyching yourself up. Thinking about the reasons you were running for. For me, I decided 3 minutes before the gunshot went and the fact that I have woken up at 530am to get my butt there, all dressed up was the reason to run. Also there were Bernice Foo and Christine Yap as supporters from my One United cell and that kinda pushed me as they were there to support. They are really gems!!! truly! Love u girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on the road, you can see the people running towards something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Passion. Are you running towards something that counts?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Whilst panting in between breaths, there was Vincent telling me about getting the certs and that was pushing him.. cause we missed it by 2 mins the last time. There was also Angela who was doing it for fun, having not registered. There were old men running the 42km for? Beats me.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Basically we were all drivin by something stronger than us. Our minds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I met a girl today at uni. She is a very pretty leggy girl with big eyes and a great smile to top it off. The fact that I always saw her as a playful girl, having all the car motorshows to work part time, model shoots etc, using her beauty as her advantage, always made me think that she was all beauty and no responsibilities. Being a hi! and bye! friend, i never got to know her. Today however, we talked a little more than usual and she shared that she works part time to fund her education. I was very taken aback. I always thought of her as a girl of leisure, having no worries, strutting around in heels, branded hangbags, and new hairstyles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So., I guess having the responsibility in funding yourself makes her 1000 times better than me. The girl who doesn't even have to fund her education, not only doesn't do well and make her parents pround, but is such an ungrateful daughter at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still learning. Please forgive me mum, dad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-5349263312930893592?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/5349263312930893592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=5349263312930893592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/5349263312930893592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/5349263312930893592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2008/04/eyes-wide-open-ears-shut.html' title='Eyes wide open, ears shut'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdHnndsJDug/SA4GnVVYBOI/AAAAAAAAAAY/cRzO0Qs7Ucg/s72-c/Marathon1+08+-+31.03.08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-7503642592176173246</id><published>2007-10-20T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T10:36:58.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy no life</title><content type='html'>crazy no life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's me at the moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go uni. study. come home sleep. go uni. study. come home sleep. go uni. study. come home sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh hehl... and of course the occasional "treat" to go online and chat with friends and loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;today i think i cleared up some stuff with an old buddy. peace of mind? peace of heart? definitely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's definittely the time of reconcillation... God is amazing man.. working in everyone's life.. he's cool.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is good, sending me alot of good people to comfort and talk to and of course pray for me. Honestly la.. i feel very the loved... i feel the lurveee! hahaha gosh that sounds wrong.. but i do.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks guys for caring and loving me. You know who you are. I dont want to mention names la.. after i wrongly perasan u caring for me!!! hahahahaha oopss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lil off today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no.. everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since... i dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rock, u stone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh hehe hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is mere nonsense..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont even know why u are reading till here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on.. im sure u've better things to do right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;compared to this pink irritating blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodness! im named after a dog!!! who gives laura as a dog's name?&lt;br /&gt;heard she's irritating... but so am i!!! ahah&lt;br /&gt;people normally name their dogs, skippy, doggy, girl girl, boy boy, spotty, coppie, milo, chester, brownie... arghh!! all la... why laura? its too sweet a name.. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its the exam stress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only finished one and a half chapters today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im soooo worried abt able to attain a job in the future... how le? why do we have to live in such a stressed complex world where people judge u with the credentials u have but not as and when they meet u... why la..&lt;br /&gt;if not i think i can talk them into hiring me,,... hahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya&lt;br /&gt;this verse rocks my socks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Romans 5:3-5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than that, we rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance and endurance produces character, and character produces hope and hope does not put us to shame, because God's love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit who has been given to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess the verse is the answer to all my rants above... hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so smart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is smart-er&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything i have is His and He alone has control over my life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank u God. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-7503642592176173246?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/7503642592176173246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=7503642592176173246&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/7503642592176173246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/7503642592176173246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2007/10/crazy-no-life.html' title='crazy no life'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-8350885647386470499</id><published>2007-10-15T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T12:09:27.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what do you do</title><content type='html'>what do you do when all is against you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you do when what you had in mind is not what God intended for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you do when you cry out in tears yet still feel the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you do when you had to do it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you do when you have to listen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you do when it hurts so bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, why?&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 thank you for everything that you sowed into, time spent, tears wept, and love cared.&lt;br /&gt;i thank you for listening, trying and being your bestest for me.&lt;br /&gt;all i really want to say is that i will miss you dearly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though days will never be the same, mornings dull,&lt;br /&gt;you said to move on and reach to our fullest potential&lt;br /&gt;i thank you once again for sharing it with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love always,&lt;br /&gt;Snowy and Laurels&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-8350885647386470499?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/8350885647386470499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=8350885647386470499&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/8350885647386470499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/8350885647386470499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-do-you-do.html' title='what do you do'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-3235362111969531545</id><published>2007-10-14T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T10:51:45.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>amazing</title><content type='html'>its amazing that God came down and died for our sins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its amazing how we are made perfect in his eyes and not a fault out of place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its amazing that he thought abt everything before making it happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its amazing how much he Loves us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its amazing that he's brought me back to him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been a crazy hectic week.. alright.. let me be honest, not that hectic but perhaps a very emotional, heart breaking, heart mending, amazing week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God was there and very present throughout this hard time.. very evident..&lt;br /&gt;i know some might think.. wa.. this laura.. suddenly appearing so holy.. no no.. its not that, its really true! i mean.. i was lost in the word wandering around for years!! seriously.. but i think God really wants to bring me back to his arms and give me what he intended me to do initially.. what to do.. teenagers ah.. sometimes very the naughty.. like to wander and get lost.. heh.. good thing not lost for 40 years!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway the thing is, been doing alot of soul searching and also friendship mending with those whom I've neglected or haven been putting much effort into.. its great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is truly good.. now i totally get the sentence.. as in not saying it for the sake of saying it but its really from the bottom of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;he really protects me from everything, sends an angel in the form of friends to comfort, advise and give me words of wisdom.. He's truly amazing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note... i realised that eventhough this blog is sooooo dead.. i actually do have occasional visitors.. its really sweet..=) thanks guys for caring.. love u all! muaxies!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to sleep.. pretty scared cause my parents are away for leadership camp and my neighbour is away at penang... if u dont already know, my house got broken in and it was pretty scary..  plus my neighbour wasnt arond when it happened... brrrr... nvm, god protect.. His blood is protecting me and my house.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks vony vonne and ah bee erni for temaning me all the way back to my house.. love u girls! and yes! i cant wait for us to be able to meet up in the future.. as in future future.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... goodnight, adious, au revoir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i think this entry is so random... haha im dead tired as haven been sleeping and brain dead cause of staring at my notes and books for so long today)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off i go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-3235362111969531545?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/3235362111969531545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=3235362111969531545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/3235362111969531545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/3235362111969531545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2007/10/amazing.html' title='amazing'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-1210270341607136606</id><published>2007-10-09T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T09:02:16.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life on the fast lane</title><content type='html'>life on the fast lane..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's me at the moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone's like... whoaa... u involved in this and that and this and that...&lt;br /&gt;yea la... i also don't know why so suddenly.. haha.. hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoa.. thinking of it.. i myself dont know how i managed to pull through..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st - Couz MOVE Camp 2007&lt;br /&gt;     was really good! it wouldnt be half that great if God wasnt the permanent hand holding it through.. truly God's grace.. =) im glad there were positive feedback on it and people thoroughly enjoyed the fun factor + the God factor... give me another camp any other day... oops! (i hope lindy and josh dont see this!) also want to thank the other camp committee who were giving their best shot. Some haven't even been for Couz camp before!! can or not please!! haha shoutout to Joshua Tay, Melody, Gwen, my shiny star shinyi, Jon (super farni) and of course lindy. They were truly the rock throughout the camp.. i there was screaming and scared of the bugs la, the bed la, the darkness la, the imaginerary animals in the dark la... haha hello!!! we lived in the secluded house by itself that was in the middle of a slope jungle!! how not to be scared!&lt;br /&gt;hha but overall, i surprisingly managed to catch somethings from the camp. God thoroughly used and touched me in this camp. truly amazing. He's the true rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd-Monash Annual Ball 2007&lt;br /&gt;     how i got involved... don't question please... but it was superbly fun! managed to obtain sponsors from Warehouse, Eclipse, Samsung.. made alot of new friends in the industry just trying to obtain sponsorships.. but i think it was one hectic event... crazyyy!!! the day itself! gosh... wanna kill myself.. run here run there.. no then run back.. haha but im glad it was good. there were various feedback saying it was good, better than other years. oh ya.. was only involved in the entertainment department... thank god! did i fail to mention that the event was blessed with God's touch? we prayed for the event to be smooth esp for sponsorhip and stuff... and we got them! whats more.. in line with our theme! hehe he's amazing! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd-Elections&lt;br /&gt;     ran for elections.. as in student council... vice-president...&lt;br /&gt;the results were recently out... lost to the competing party by 35 votes fo vice-pres... funny thing was, the competitor was my friend from frenchie class.. heh.. was pretty weird la the moment.. anyway yea.. was a lil upset when we didnt win.. but i guess maybe God was sending a message that i wasnt ready for these kind of things.. and need to concentrate on my studies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there! i guess those were the three biggest events for me this semester! pretty hectic for one who is already drowning in her studies!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw got to stardiee.. mumsies looking over my shoulder and nagging.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw. meet dello... he's my new companion whom i tap lightly on his buttons..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he promised to serve me well and not run awaya like della... tsk tsk tsk.. must have been a really hot PC for her to be so unloyal... heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, want to give my biggest hugs for my dearest xanna.. love u dear.. never forget that.. =) though i may be far in distance, u are and will always be my bestie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hugss!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-1210270341607136606?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/1210270341607136606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=1210270341607136606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/1210270341607136606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/1210270341607136606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2007/10/life-on-fast-lane.html' title='life on the fast lane'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-7684774526207974429</id><published>2007-04-29T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T09:11:46.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear LauReLs</title><content type='html'>Dear LauReLs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt loneliness? Have you ever felt that there was no one to talk to when you needed to? Do you feel that though you may have many friends like wordpress, xanga, etc, you dont really have someone you can relate to? or just talk to when you need to? like when you make wrong decisions or decisions that you are unsure of, whom do you seek? whose advice matters to you? actually, should you even listen to other's advice? or should you just follow your heart? or is your heart telling you to do things that are totally out of the world and can harm you in dues time? that is my question... its just a matter or time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;LauReLs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-7684774526207974429?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/7684774526207974429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=7684774526207974429&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/7684774526207974429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/7684774526207974429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2007/04/dear-laurels.html' title='Dear LauReLs'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-3932221181743286410</id><published>2007-04-23T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T08:25:29.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i ran the race, can i finish well?</title><content type='html'>i've finally crossed the line.. i took that big leap and did it..&lt;br /&gt;i've finally faced my fears.. im sorry i took so long..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt know that u were so eager.. i thought u couldnt care less anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, yes. i did it.&lt;br /&gt;and im glad =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohMyGoodnessGraciousMe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is like another race. i think its called a thrialothon? u know.. where there is like kayaking, running and cycling!!! so cool!!! i so want to go for that!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love kayakking and cycling.. im still working on running.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;my legs were KILLING me today!!! i cant walk down the stairs.. its just tooooo painfull.. if only my knight in shining armour would come and whisk me off down the stairs... sigh..&lt;br /&gt;hee.. so i forced elisha and cheong phing to take the lift! =) love em!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xena! u have a friend in me! haha&lt;br /&gt;im gonna be big and buff like u.. and no one will ever bully me. the former shadow of smallness will disappear!! i will be big! big in muscles n heart! hahaha&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;other than that, i am REALLY very VERY excited for Bangkok..&lt;br /&gt;stupid elisha.. she casually mentioned to me today during lecture, "oh laura... u know that our semester 1 results will be out on the 19th of July?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LOOK on my face was.... -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eesh!!!&lt;br /&gt;sso much for that!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the bright side, bangkok is nearer!!! as weili says, Bang kok! yea man!!! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait.. *grins gleefully*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-3932221181743286410?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/3932221181743286410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=3932221181743286410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/3932221181743286410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/3932221181743286410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-ran-race-can-i-finish-well.html' title='i ran the race, can i finish well?'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-8763422858353046877</id><published>2007-04-22T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:57:39.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Stop</title><content type='html'>wow... 10km.. i did it.. no.. i actually DID IT! haha but so not on time la.. should have really ran the last 2km. but its was an uphill!! how to run!! haha i was sooo tired already but kept pushing myself. haha and what was pushing me even more was the fact that i still could see Vincent behind. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did sprints whilst listening to Red hot chilli pepper's "Cant Stop".. i've learnt that Trance can help one to run this much only and after that its really boring. haha sorry calvin! i tried! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, am really excited as there's another run next month and i really want to go for it again and at least get a certificate or medal!!! i really want it.. i do i do... sigh.. hahaha it might add some colour to my resume as well as maryann said that this it the time to make ammendments and flourish my resume. =)&lt;br /&gt;i so want it badly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently my legs are the killers as they are achin quite badly till i take 3 seconds slower to sit and stand up.. gosh.. the pain.. haha. grand ma dy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh gosh! another note, can you believe that some of these professional runners only take like half an hour the most to run the 10km! crazy!!! i took like an hour and a half.. talk abt slow... haha btw. 3 kenya dudes won the run.. how cannnnnn! i want to beat them... haha then i have to grow some inches on my short stumps atm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shiate dam irritated when people question me.. yerr!!! dam irritatinggg!!! i hate it when mum keeps asking me abt my assignment.. ya la ya la.. i HAVE TO FREAKING TO IT! duhh la i have to finish cause there's NO CHOICE! yorr.. even have to stay up, i have to do it la... gosh.. can you stop asking me about it?!! its stressing me out! IIISH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realise that i have a short patience span.. i can tahan "this" much only and after that i get so irritated that its sooo not funny ok.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously pms-ing.. oh and its not even here yet..&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;. oh wanted to express my JOY and EXCITEMENT!! i was fortunate enought to attend "The Phantome of The Opera" in Singapore.. it was... exhilaritingly beautiful.. so beautiful that i couldnt believe they were in front of me.. the years of listening to them on tape was nothing compared to seeing them LIVE in front of me.. singing as if the tape was never turned off.. i loved it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdHnndsJDug/Rit_31eVlvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FpyBSGgMfng/s1600-h/P1010017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdHnndsJDug/Rit_31eVlvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FpyBSGgMfng/s320/P1010017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056275603877369586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the moment the anthem of The Phantome of the Opera started, tears literally rolled out from my eyes.. so touching. so beautiful..&lt;br /&gt;so amazing... truly a beautiful piece...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the actors were as i pictured them.. perfect.. and the props!!! gosh!!! amazing!!! one scene could change with a snap of finger.. so fast and amazing.. really set the mood.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, i came up with a dicovery during the musical.. i think.. i think that the Phantome represents the devil as he is called the "Angel of Music" and the angel of music is none other than Gabriel.. who was banished from the kingdom of God.. and whats more is that the Phantom lives underground... so does the devill.. cool aint it? hahaha&lt;br /&gt;and in the plot, Christine has to choose between the phantome and her loved one.. really touching.. somewhat choosing between good and evil.. thats how i interpreted it.. =)&lt;br /&gt;i likey.. i wan to watch over and over again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-8763422858353046877?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/8763422858353046877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=8763422858353046877&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/8763422858353046877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/8763422858353046877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2007/04/cant-stop.html' title='Can&apos;t Stop'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pdHnndsJDug/Rit_31eVlvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FpyBSGgMfng/s72-c/P1010017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-117225201841974300</id><published>2007-02-23T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T09:33:38.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Independant i shall be</title><content type='html'>It is always assumed that the eldest in the family is said to be the most independant as they are to take care of their siblings and the youngest in the family is always presumed to be the most "manja" as they have their older siblings to take care of them and mother them as their parents are busy with work or life. Sadly, it is often said that the middle child is normally left out as they are not the independant nor the manja one.&lt;br /&gt;My mother was the middle child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is also commonly assumed that the only child or "anak emas" as malays call "golden child", is to be the most independant as they have a responsibility for themselves and are often forced to grow up quicker than any other child as they mix mostly with adults and not with children.&lt;br /&gt;I was born an only child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately for me, my parents had many friends who had children around my age. There were also many cousins, older and younger and not forgetting the same age. All my life, mixing and socializing with older people was a breeze and even getting along with them was easier and i felt more at home, having to hang out with old fuddy-duddies when i tag along my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People often ask if being an only child is boring or sad. Yes i admit that there are times i feel so lonely that it hurts inside. The sense of not really having anyone to lean on or to be there for me for sure makes me grief at times. The thought of not having a brother or sister to share my innermost (though my mum claims to be there) thoughts and feelings have made me clam up. I've just come to realise this recently where if someone were to ask if I'm alright and its obvious I'm not, i tend to reply, "Nothing's wrong". The fact is that I'm worried that i might trouble people though they are my friends and i know that they will be there but i'm just like that. Or i've just turned into this.  My mother can be a great girlfriend and sister but sometimes generation gap plays a factor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, being an only child, I matured faster than any other kid at my age then (at least that's what i thought then) and i had all the attention of my parents to myself. When i wanted something, all i had to do was to ask nicely enough. haha My parents never really spoiled me but i was confortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, 20 years down the line, i think i ought to grow up as i feel that being an only child, i had been dependant on others, grasping on to those whom i really respected and depending on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I didnt have my own stand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2837/1103/1600/608293/Image076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2837/1103/320/579510/Image076.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting friends at school and at all faces of my life, i met numerous people whom i respected and played big roles in my life. I enjoyed their company and mostly their determination in life. I didnt have nor did i see the need to be hungry for success or to do well in life as i was comfortable in my home. I mean.. duhhh .. of course i wanted to be successful, who doesnt? but i just didnt see the emergence of it. I just picked up whatever i had from friends and depended on them. What do i mean by that? If my friend didnt see the importance of ... just say studyin something, i would depend on that person and say, hey, you're right! stupid me... or even if my friend didnt feel like going out or attending a party that involved the two of us, my decision to go would most highly depend if my friend wanted to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could be considered luke-warm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i can say is that all my life, i have been quite dependant on at least someone. I think its about time i start to get dependant on God who's supposed to be my best friend but isnt at the time being.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-117225201841974300?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/117225201841974300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=117225201841974300&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/117225201841974300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/117225201841974300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2007/02/independant-i-shall-be.html' title='Independant i shall be'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-117077606535739346</id><published>2007-02-06T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T07:34:25.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You</title><content type='html'>i just came to realise how i like to use you.. yes you.. as my vengence or as my punching bag..&lt;br /&gt;i  seek you only when i have no one else to talk to and that my phone book in my phone (which i have lost all my contacts on) has been scrolled down twice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe its because you know me only too well&lt;br /&gt;maybe its  because i dont have to act all nice and sugery-coated&lt;br /&gt;maybe its because you dont judge me&lt;br /&gt;maybe its because you dont say a word&lt;br /&gt;maybe its because you listen&lt;br /&gt; or maybe its because i dont have to be in continous contact with you to blab and share my feelings to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pity you.&lt;br /&gt;and who are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have u ever felt that u were drifting?&lt;br /&gt;i dont mean the kind one does with cars.. but yes.. drifting on space..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone else seem to have a purpose, a drive, a journey..&lt;br /&gt;but you? you just drift...&lt;br /&gt;or maybe you only drift when things u least expect happens and you jsut dont know how to react to it. like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just sit there after hearing the news and not knowing what to do.. i stare in space so long that my eyes start to water. no i wasnt crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder sometimes if im detached.. detached from the world.&lt;br /&gt;its like my little pinky is trying its best to grab on to the world and hang in there. hanging for its life.&lt;br /&gt;but the weight of the body is greater than how much the lil pinky can hold on for..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do i regret when i miss opportunities?&lt;br /&gt;yea.. maybe that's the answer why im detached from you.. and the world&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 think im men-a-pausing... im really pausing men out of my life! haha&lt;br /&gt;er.. no.. wat i mean is that i seem to be really short and quick tempered lately&lt;br /&gt;i snap at anyone and almost everyone. (unless u're on my good side for that day)&lt;br /&gt;i really blew my fuse 3 times today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first to the stewpid sunway guards who didint let me park and i had to waste half an hour to find a freaking parking and my exams is SOO near and in the end park sooooo far and had to walk in the blistering hot sun with my uncomfy heels which are pretty but pain.. *ouch..and i had to cross the main freaking road that could have killed me and had to carry my large stack of notes to study which was almost 4 inches high. plus text book. hate finding for parkings!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondly to my mum who kept making me decide what and where to eat after telling her that i dont mind anythign and when my tummy was wayyyy hungry and anything seemed eat-able..&lt;br /&gt;had a late meal in the end at abt 930pm. please.. i know u were trying to please me but i didnt have a clue!!! anything man!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thirdly to the man who was taking my order at the restaurant&lt;br /&gt;OMGGG!!! how dumb can one get??&lt;br /&gt;i asked him a simple question.&lt;br /&gt;"what is nasi bombay?" (chinese dude ok. he looked like the owner)&lt;br /&gt;he answered, "rice with sauce la.. some sauce"&lt;br /&gt;omg!!!! i know la its some sauce.!!!! "wat kind of sauce? curry sauce?"&lt;br /&gt;"no no.. its not curry sauce.. got la.. its alot of sauce mix together"&lt;br /&gt;shit!! im asking u wat rice is that la....&lt;br /&gt;so i asked AGAIN.. "is it tomato sauce? chilli sauce? salty sauce? sweet sauce?"&lt;br /&gt;mind you.. all in one breath..&lt;br /&gt;my mother was already holding her breath as she saw the hakka in me rise up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dudeee...... im really men-a-pausing..&lt;br /&gt;no wonder im still single and will be till the end of days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate exam jitters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-117077606535739346?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/117077606535739346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=117077606535739346&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/117077606535739346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/117077606535739346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2007/02/you.html' title='You'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-116827080607690189</id><published>2007-01-08T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T07:41:23.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>of all things black and white</title><content type='html'>the other day the phone rang&lt;br /&gt;it sounded like you&lt;br /&gt;my heart skipped a beat&lt;br /&gt;to avail as it has been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aight.. i forgot to mention that i went to see Weili play on New Year's eve at BB Park.. haha was overly excited at meeting Elvira that i forgot to mention the reason why we went there. heh&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2837/1103/1600/286854/P1010008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2837/1103/320/292676/P1010008.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea so here's the pic of the big star that night who sang and played the piano for the night to usher in the new year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joke from my mum's singaporean friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KH: so.. laura.. heard u were out till pretty late last night&lt;br /&gt;me: yea.. was pretty fun&lt;br /&gt;KH: haha so means u went out and only came home &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;the next year&lt;/span&gt;...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me = -_-"&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;so yea.. cell starts this wed.. icube's cell is on WEDNESDAY from now onwards!&lt;br /&gt;same place, 8pm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, pretty excited for this thursday night&lt;br /&gt;will be going to support Paolo and Edwin on their gig at Laundry Bar, curve..&lt;br /&gt;had a sneak preview from them yesterday.. it was good stuff!&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and.... did my 1st ever recording for Paolo's Another Sad Song..&lt;br /&gt;Pao asked me to fill in on the empty spots and to make it sound more.. emo.. haha&lt;br /&gt;it was really really fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;haha it was amazing how he could just edit me in on the ori song and choose which version he liked.. it was amazing! and here i was thinking that songs recorded were all syncronized and played together.. haha.. so much for that!&lt;br /&gt;he even could edit some part where my note turned a lil sour.. (im not a great violinist such as weili) haha please weili... dun kembang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea.. was a pretty eventful day.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda like this business.. i even opened a myspace account.. haha&lt;br /&gt;actually the initial reason was to check out the hottie who's at US.. pretty good band. punk ska rock. =P&lt;br /&gt;am seriously thinking of being a Pedophile.. younger guys  are so hot!!! what happened to the  older guys? *winces..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea.. anw after opening a myspace, i came to realise that there are alot.. and i mean alot of local artists out there who are like.. good! artists, singers, bands who are doing small performances at functions, dinners etc.. amazing!! even met one at my uni.. Quadrose.. and of course my friend PaoloDelfino.. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i had the talent to write songs.. songs that touch hearts.. songs that can change the world..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course, the talent..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read about Zangtoi and how he's doing and making it big over at New York..&lt;br /&gt;i wish i had the same zest and when i read about his life and how it evolved, i wished even more that i should have fought for my passion fiercely.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i wasnt that easily influenced..&lt;br /&gt;i wish i had discovered my passions earlier&lt;br /&gt;i wish that i didnt take the safer route&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but all that might change.. i hope..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all fer now.. company reporting is wailing for my attention... assignment dued this thurs!!! so dead!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-116827080607690189?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/116827080607690189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=116827080607690189&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/116827080607690189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/116827080607690189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2007/01/of-all-things-black-and-white.html' title='of all things black and white'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-116775701372537099</id><published>2007-01-02T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T09:12:59.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>amazing  insight</title><content type='html'>had wonderfully sinful tea with my neighbour, also known as Anna S.. we headed down to Waffle World and stuffed ourselves silly.. had a mixed platter (everything that could be fried), blueberry pancakes with ice-cream and peach waffles...also with ice-cream.. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Puh-Leaseee.&lt;/span&gt;... i hear my fats having a great &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;rave&lt;/span&gt; down there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw the point was, what im going through, she just went through it a few months beforehand.. amazingly similiar.. except i didnt do much confronting nor snooping around.. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;should i?&lt;/span&gt; nah... i dont think i really want to know much.. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;or do i?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*winces at thought...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea.. back to the main point.. i think im on the road to recovery! hurrah!! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;or am i?&lt;/span&gt; it'd take many many many more ice creams and waffles to recover!&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 love being a girl... i dont think i would ever want to trade it for anything else.. i get to wear pretty colours, fashions, have reasons to shop and buy nice colourful things, things for the foot, hair, bag, JEWELLERY!, cute stuff.. etc.. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Girls have all t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;he FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2837/1103/1600/226227/DSC00813.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2837/1103/320/288933/DSC00813.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2837/1103/1600/995337/P1010003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2837/1103/320/548295/P1010003.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;xan n i at new year's eve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd prolly would consider changing gender (when i was young) to play machine guns with the boys and getting accepted easier to playing "boy" games.. its hard to convince those nasty boys to let you in on one of their "boy" games.. one had to prove that you could withstand the rough and tough and not cry to mummy.. bah wah wah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another point was when i had to wear all my dresses... oh gawd... were they stuffy!!! petticoats and all.. heavy stuff! haha.. oh yes.. n when my guy cousins were into skateboarding and footie.. shiate.. i really wished i was a boy then.. get to wear all those baggy jeans.. cause they looked way weird on me!! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a very fun -filled conversation with phui yii earlier..  she dug or stumbled on one of her autobiography books and started reading them.. goodness!!! the nonsense we wrote was amazingly stupid!!! haha cant imagine i used to talk like that when i was young.. i was quite an explicit writer then.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;we had Mummy and Daddy k'tions... (really wonder who ever came out with such a name) and most of them had either weird evil comments or bad evil bitchy comments! i guess i thought i was pretty cool writing all those then.. eesh... kinda hate myself now... heh.. i hope i have changed thought.. *crosses fingers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-116775701372537099?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/116775701372537099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=116775701372537099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/116775701372537099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/116775701372537099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2007/01/amazing-insight.html' title='amazing  insight'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-116767204206526914</id><published>2007-01-01T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T09:11:49.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a start to the year</title><content type='html'>joke of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;what do u call a dead blonde in a closet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here i am.. upstairs whilst my mum's friends are downstairs havin a ball of a time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i deserve to be a timid snail hiding in my room.. i worked hard today from 11am till 11pm.. firstly taking grandma josephine (who's staying with me.. on my bed)  for breakfast at Paramount.. drive all the way there and then the curry laksa man "tau-pau-ed" my food after waiting a good 20 minuted for it... stupid la.. wat to do.. sigh.. so ate my laksa at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, helped mum to cook her new year's dinner..&lt;br /&gt;cooked potato salad, carbonara, salad.. blahhh.. alot la.. sickening!!&lt;br /&gt;tell u ah.. christmas has its bad effects.. so fat now ok... many many many hours of gym will never help me lose the extra kgs put on!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea.. where to start.. oh ya.. its the start of the new year.. yippee.. (vomits blood)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hate this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now have to be all goodie coz its the start..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dam u 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember how i always want to start my year right..&lt;br /&gt;i have my books &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;right&lt;/span&gt;, my posture &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;right&lt;/span&gt;.. my christian life &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;right&lt;/span&gt;.. etc.. n every thing goes &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;right&lt;/span&gt; down the drain just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;slightly after january.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its pretty ironic how things change so fast..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;one minute its hot, then its cold...&lt;br /&gt;one minute its fast, then slow..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;one minute u had it all, then u dont.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the poor puppy misses the attention that it was given..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, was just discussing this with a few friends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"We as christians seldom grow as we should because we are struggling just to keep our faith"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amen to that...&lt;br /&gt;it was like &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;revelation&lt;/span&gt; at the coffee shop.. over my chap farn and honey milk.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously. i think we should just GROW UP..&lt;br /&gt;i really want to move&lt;br /&gt;i want to be a more matured christian&lt;br /&gt;i want to feel like i can communicate with the holy one above&lt;br /&gt;i dont want small minor things shattering my faith like glass..&lt;br /&gt;i want to stand firm for my cause&lt;br /&gt;i want to be strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know how we always struggle just to keep our faith??&lt;br /&gt;how we try to avoid this n that so as to be holy.. but in the end, we fall?&lt;br /&gt;how is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously i think this is the main cause of christians being stagnant in their christian walk&lt;br /&gt;how they keep coming and goin from God..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda just got this amazing book by Dan Schaeffer.. its tittled "Faking Church"..&lt;br /&gt;i reached this point in my life where i felt cold and it was as if everything in church was a make up.. how people dress nicely to church, walk and talk like a christian, say nice prayers, listen intensely to people's problems,.. etc... it made me feel really sick..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt like a fake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i served in church but i wasnt that close to God.. i was drifting due to workload, tiredness (i know.. lame excuses..) but yea. i wasnt really right with God and who was i to tell others to be right with God.. i started to shun prayers and not liked being involved in prayer. esp when my parents asked me to bless the food when i was still bitter and angry with God..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bitter? yea.. i guess i was.. i felt that i was not given what i was "owed".. wrong attitude.. maybe? haha.. but yea.. i felt that my life was not goin as according to my plans.. dreams not fulfilled, current dreams all fogged up.. and yea.. everything la... all messed up.. i was bitter and mad..&lt;br /&gt;i had this thought to whether everyone was a fake or not..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, back to the topic. the book really opened up my eyes to things i ddint know before.n yea.. i really hope that it helps me sort things out with the big boss up there... and on top of that, i was prayed for by a Pastor Tuck somthing.. cant remember.. but he really spoke right into me abt bitterness and everything bad with it.. i hope i get right once again and not just to keep my faith but to grow as how a very matured christian as me should.. its a tough battle out there..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea.. back to how i spent my new years this year? haha&lt;br /&gt;every year, me and calvin look at each other and ask the same question..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go watch night ah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;this year.. we had something special.. we went to watch weili and his band perform at BBPark!&lt;br /&gt;it was awesome.. the best of new year's eve yet..&lt;br /&gt;we were close to KL yet not too close as in we were able to watch the fireworks at a safe distance from the rowdy crowd . yipee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the singer.. was gorgeous..her voice.. POWDERFUL pleaseee... haha&lt;br /&gt;i've already appointed her, Elvina as my wedding singer.. nat's wedding really getting into my head.. hah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2837/1103/1600/885538/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2837/1103/320/744700/untitled.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i asked, "Could u sing at my wedding?"&lt;br /&gt;she replied, "Sure.. when u getting married"&lt;br /&gt;i replied, "Once i find the boyfriend"&lt;br /&gt;darn... long way more to having my wedding singer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all for 1st.. oops! i meant 2nd Jan 2007..&lt;br /&gt;muaxx!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;answer to joke of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last year's hide-and-seek CHAMPION!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-116767204206526914?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/116767204206526914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=116767204206526914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/116767204206526914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/116767204206526914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-start-to-year.html' title='what a start to the year'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-116716007831816705</id><published>2006-12-26T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T11:08:13.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Les chansons francaise</title><content type='html'>been feeling pretty down lately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before, i complained that i had too much to life but now i have too little of it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fact that samsi is not working doesnt really matter after all as there's nothing to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;french oldies are really amazing and its been pretty appealing to me.. one that i listen to almost evernight is by &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Patricia Kaas&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Le Mot de passe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. Passing words..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On peut penser que d'ici la&lt;/span&gt; (One can think that from here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Le monde aura change de nom&lt;/span&gt; (The world would have changed name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Et que rien ne resistera&lt;/span&gt; (and nothing else resists)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Au temps qui passe, de toute facon&lt;/span&gt; (Time passes anyway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On peut s'attendre a retrouver&lt;/span&gt; (One can expect to find it again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Un peu de toi dans mes chagrins&lt;/span&gt; (A lil of you in my sorrow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On verra bien que j'ai pleure &lt;/span&gt;(One will see well that i have cried)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Et que j'ai tenu d'autres mains&lt;/span&gt; (and that i held the other hands)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Je serai la au temps qui passe&lt;/span&gt; (I will be there when time passes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Au temps qui a raison de tout&lt;/span&gt; (at all times of reasons)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Je serai la comme je suis la&lt;/span&gt; (i will be there as i am)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Devant chez nous&lt;/span&gt; (in front our place)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Je serai la come une trace&lt;/span&gt; (i will be there like a trace)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sur ler vestiges d'un amour fou&lt;/span&gt; (on the relic of a crazy love)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Je serai la come je suis la&lt;/span&gt; (i will be there as i am)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Le mot de passe, le mot de passe &lt;/span&gt;(Passing words)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ce sera nous &lt;/span&gt;(that will be us)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On peut penser que tu voudras&lt;/span&gt; (We can think that you want it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me raconter nos retrouvailles&lt;/span&gt; (i will tell of our meetings)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Faudra-t-il alors que j'y croie&lt;/span&gt; (its a must so that i will believe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Comme j'ai cru a nos batailles &lt;/span&gt;(like i have grown to our fights) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On peut passer si pres de toi&lt;/span&gt; (we can pass if its close to you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sans te touches, sans te comprendre &lt;/span&gt;(without your touch, without your understanding)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Il y a ces mots qui n'aurant pas &lt;/span&gt;(its just words that have no meaning)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu la patience de t'attendre&lt;/span&gt; (its the patience that awaits you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Je serai la...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Je n'ai que ca d'eternite a te confier &lt;/span&gt;(i do not have the eternity to confide in you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ces quelques heures&lt;/span&gt; (just some hours)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ou j'aurais choise d'arreter&lt;/span&gt; (where i would have chosen to stop)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Les petits battements de mon coeur &lt;/span&gt;(the little beats of my heart)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another lovely classic is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;La vie en rose&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edith Piaf..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wan to get all the songs/albums stated &lt;a href="http://www.bibi.org/box/archives/cat_music.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;... i want to start collecting classic french oldies.. so nice!&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;what i got for christmas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best gift was of course from my parents.. heh.. as they are the only ones who can afford me.. &gt;,&lt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i FINALLY &lt;/span&gt;got my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;TOKIDOKI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; bag!!!! its soooooo cute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;can die for pleaseeeee!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw this design (by Le Sport Sac of course) in June at the Singapore airport..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i saw, i fell in love, but i didnt get it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;mum thought it was too childish.. ='(     &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i've been looking at it eversince&lt;br /&gt;and before i knew it, they were out of stock!!!&lt;br /&gt;horrors of horrors... limited edition ma...&lt;br /&gt;sadness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after that, the other designs not so cute la...&lt;br /&gt;like weirdy weird weird...&lt;br /&gt;then finally, recently infact that i saw the latest design and FELL IN LOVE wit it again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ladies and gentlemen, i present to u, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paradise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;by &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tokidoki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2837/1103/1600/449938/P1010001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2837/1103/320/998853/P1010001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2837/1103/1600/39420/P1010003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2837/1103/320/789037/P1010003.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it definitely looks like paradise there..&lt;br /&gt;all the things i love are in the picture, sushi bar, ice cream (can see up there the boy giving ice cream to the girl), cute punks, rockers, rainbows, clouds.. so serene... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get this glow and smile to myself whenever i look at the print.. there's something abt the design that makes me feel happy.. (ok im weird)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off the topic, i realised today that everyone has their quirky bits that make them who they are.. in a mean way, i call them weird.. cant help it if im weird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my dad&lt;br /&gt;he's cute..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2837/1103/1600/988347/P1010068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2837/1103/320/959628/P1010068.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blessed Christmas to all!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-116716007831816705?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/116716007831816705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=116716007831816705&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/116716007831816705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/116716007831816705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2006/12/les-chansons-francaise.html' title='Les chansons francaise'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-116626279365543477</id><published>2006-12-16T01:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T01:56:10.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>back to school~</title><content type='html'>Nostalgia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone feeling nostalgic at the moment? *raises hand*&lt;br /&gt;i do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss school (tho i hated it then!)&lt;br /&gt;i miss my friends&lt;br /&gt;i miss  hanging out without having a  worry about life&lt;br /&gt;i miss the dreams i had&lt;br /&gt;i miss the opportunities i had&lt;br /&gt;i miss the bitchy teachers&lt;br /&gt;i miss running to the cafeteria for lunch n tea breaks &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Marathon race for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Nasi Lemak)&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss eating Cornetto and Magnums for lunch &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(coz there was nothi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ng else interesting to eat)&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss staying at the cafeteria until getting chased out by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the prefects&lt;br /&gt;i miss HOT assemblies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i miss announcements&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i miss doing dares at the science labs &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(eating oil palm was the futhest i wen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;t for RM50)&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss hating PE times &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(coz it was too hot.. hellooo PE at 1pm? nutss..)&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss playing Ping Pong as it was the only sport under the sun =)&lt;br /&gt;i miss wearing uniforms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i miss childish playful school =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i miss school so much that i attended Simply United's Back to School Partayy last last friday! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2837/1103/1600/883776/P1010009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2837/1103/320/75259/P1010009.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;gangster maximum.. San, me and Linz.. Pastor Lindy i mean.. haha the attack of the teenage zombies..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;we all dressed up in our school uniforms..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was a really tough one for me as i had THRoWn out my uniform.. i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ean i literrally threw it out the moment i graduated from high school! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so i had to assemble some  similiar clothings  to resemble Wesley Methodist's  uniform..&lt;br /&gt;lucky for me, i had a  skirt that was alsmost similiar to the colour of my uniform &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(no idea why i bought it int he 1st place.. must be feeling nostalgic!)&lt;/span&gt; and i actually had my tie still intact!! haha i never took off the knot as i never knew how to tie a tie..  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*unintentional pun ... &lt;/span&gt;heh.. so yea.. i  really looked like  it was 2003 and rocking hard to erm.. my books and spm.. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2837/1103/1600/285738/P1010007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2837/1103/320/79837/P1010007.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*simply us, simply united.. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2837/1103/1600/658554/P1010005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2837/1103/320/63815/P1010005.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the girls in different coloured uniforms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2837/1103/1600/666802/P1010018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2837/1103/320/845777/P1010018.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the goodie-two-shoes and the 2 slackers.. muahaha&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/12816712-116626279365543477?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/116626279365543477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=116626279365543477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/116626279365543477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/116626279365543477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2006/12/back-to-school.html' title='back to school~'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-116413390297981653</id><published>2006-11-21T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T10:38:22.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>blah.</title><content type='html'>its been almost 3 weeks that i've been fooling around and not getting up on my feet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;its the holidays!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been nice doing nothing at 1st but now, reality is starting to &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;kick me right in the face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends are taking up jobs to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pass time&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gain experience&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;earn the extra buck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;me?&lt;/span&gt; i've been sleeping in till late, watching Las Vegas, CSI and Desperate Housewives (thank to Melanie) and yea.. basically (kind of) &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;wasting my life away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. thats what my mother claims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think she's right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far what i've achieved or more appropriately said, done:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. wake up late&lt;br /&gt;2. sleep late (doh.. if not why would i need to sleep in!)&lt;br /&gt;3. finished Las Vegas&lt;br /&gt;4. halfway through CSI&lt;br /&gt;5. halfway thorugh Desperate Housewives (waiting for Mel to download episode 7 of season3)&lt;br /&gt;6. been cooking scrumptious dinners for parents&lt;br /&gt;7. bathed my doggie (Belle) yesterday&lt;br /&gt;8. cleaned the backyard (plsss im very proud ok!!)&lt;br /&gt;9. hanging around malls (not shopping because cant decide what to get &amp; having a deficit)&lt;br /&gt;10. watched Happy Feet and The Prestige (really good!! must watch!)&lt;br /&gt;11. gym-ming&lt;br /&gt;12. yam-cha-ing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sounds pretty un-productive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ok mum!!! i get your point!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(been having rows of arguments with the woman of the house.. seriously.. getting annoyed by the naggings.. but she does it for my own good aight?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to start getting up early!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to pack my room!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to start painting something!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to move!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to start revising on my unit im takin in summer!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to get things organised!!!&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 realised this today when i sat there and watched my clock tick-tock away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how sad can one get? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Im on freakin hols for goodness sake!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i think exams definitely did take a tol on me... i seem ~l o s t~&lt;br /&gt;after the examination, i had no purpose, no life.. no DRIVE..&lt;br /&gt;i seemed like a robot who lost all the programmes installed in it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to be re-programmed.&lt;br /&gt;maybe Bill Gates can put some Windows in me to ensure smooth flow of programmes and no hang overs.. maybe dual core...&lt;br /&gt;maybe i need an upgrade of programmes.. Vista maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodness.. im losing all my marbles..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone help meeee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the brighter note, Calvin and Neille are back!&lt;br /&gt;at least there's something to do with them.. unless they start to work..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-116413390297981653?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/116413390297981653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=116413390297981653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/116413390297981653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/116413390297981653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2006/11/blah.html' title='blah.'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-116370246001531327</id><published>2006-11-16T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T10:45:43.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Men... will you hurt me in the future?</title><content type='html'>hie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess one can say that im back..&lt;br /&gt;i may not be back for long..&lt;br /&gt;its just that i was and still am pretty moved by something that has been happening lately..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some of you already know what i might wan to say.. (-duh.. according to the title above)&lt;br /&gt;they are everywhere.. they walk and breathe amongst us.. they have egos (quite big i must say), and they think with their &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;little&lt;/span&gt; johnnies in between their thighs (tho they think its &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;huge&lt;/span&gt;)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. everyone has dreamed or are dreamingof a perfect future.. get married to the perfect one, have tons of babies and live happily ever after in the nice little protected house... maybe even in a gated community..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the fact?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.5% of new marriages end up in divorce..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://asia.news.yahoo.com/061106/5/singapore239685.html"&gt;divorce rates&lt;/a&gt; are rising so tremendously that its hard to even keep track..&lt;br /&gt;there are those who are separated and those who do not report divorces..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the truth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People nowadays commit too fast into a relationship expecting it to be some fairytale which in the end turn out in ruins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People nowadays want adventure, they want to explore, they dont want to settle down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People nowadays are not satisfied and want to look beyond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People nowadays put their NEEDS and WANTS before thinking of the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;consequences&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People nowadays do not want to talk about the problems that they are facing with their spouses and prefer to "keep things as it is".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People nowadays cannot control their desires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People nowadays do not have God and do not put Him &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1st&lt;/span&gt; in everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on the sidenote (which usually is the case of adultry)&lt;br /&gt;Men think with their Johnnies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*the above are assumptions and theories made up by myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. i know. some male friends of mine might be fuming to the latest comment..&lt;br /&gt;i may sound harsh but seriously, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this is how things are being potrayed to me&lt;/span&gt;... as in this is how i see things at the moment.. men think with it.. even in a tv series, desperate housewives 3, Gabrielle mentioned that, referring to Carlos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;men cannot seem to control when they see a pretty young thing especially if they are rich and are able to spoil their "mistresses"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isnt it an irony that most rich "OLD" men, after being successful in life, having a nice family, house, financial freedom and everything that he has dreamt of,  are the ones who have mistresses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean.. hasnt the ever faithful wife always been there for u? is that how u wan to show ur gratitude by hurting her and loving another? didnt she stand by you even when u went through hard times? omg.. dont u even have a heart? seriously, u think that the younger, better looking woman is really in love with you? she just wants the money for goodness sake!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, think.. think of all the rich successful business tycoons.. parents of ur friends, i'm sure u can think of some who have mistresses..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, what triggered me was the recent case where i knew the family personally..&lt;br /&gt;the daughter, similiar to my situation, an only child, same age, is loved by her parents and basically has a nice family..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently, her family was being exposed claiming that her father comitted an affair.&lt;br /&gt;When i heard of it last week, my heart was shattered.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i cried for her&lt;/span&gt;, i cried for the family , i cried for all those who has a broken family.. my heart was weeping for those families...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ironically, &lt;a href="http://www.circularmoney.com/lyrics/3/hloaa.html"&gt;"Lips of an Angel" by Hinder&lt;/a&gt; was playing on the radio and that song always moves me tears..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later, when news had cleared up, i started to think that maybe it was a set up and hoping that t nothing of such happened.. by then.. i was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pissed and enraged&lt;/span&gt; with the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Media&lt;/span&gt;.. spreading meaningless rumours that were untrue and making things up to sell a story.. i mean.. how cheap can u get? dont you understand that your meaningless information can ruin lives and deter people's dignity? like my mother's friend mentioned, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Surat khabar hari ini menjadi paper lama besok"&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Surat khabar hari ini membungkus nasi lemak besok"&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i dont trust the Media anymore.. n it makes me think that the Media just writes a whole bunch of garbage.. somewhat a gossip magazine.. one ear in, one ear out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the topic, and screw the media..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;men are so unpredictable.. i seriously am scared and worry if i  might get hurt..&lt;br /&gt;on the contrary, women nowadays seem to be committing adultry also.. ex., desperate housewives.. scandal always sells, thats why that series is a hit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pray that God would heal all relationships and make everyone wiser when dealing with feelings and companionship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in that, i also pray for myself and girls out there who have been hurt by the opposite sex who just dont think straight.. i pray that we will be able to trust once again and not be taken advantage of..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-116370246001531327?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/116370246001531327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=116370246001531327&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/116370246001531327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/116370246001531327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2006/11/men-will-you-hurt-me-in-future.html' title='Men... will you hurt me in the future?'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-116042248214494336</id><published>2006-10-10T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T10:50:00.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's goneee...</title><content type='html'>its gone... my quite long rebonded hair gone... just like that.. RM600 of rebonding just down the drain... oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Milcah&lt;/span&gt;... the very decisive hair dresser.. love her.. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that day when i decided to chop off my tresses, i headed down to Hartamas to meet Hsian and her friend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;. i couldnt find her saloon.. and ended going to the old place that she worked asking for her.. -sweat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;. the moment i found the place, i was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;huffing&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;panting&lt;/span&gt; and when she asked me what i wanted to do to my hair, i just wheezed out &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CUT CUT... just CUT it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... heh&lt;br /&gt;she really literrally took my word, sat me down (and all this happened whilst she was still doing Hsian's hair.) and she picked up my precious hair and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;"SNIP S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;NIP.. SNIP"... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GONE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just like that... -_-&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 shocked,..........devastated, too overwhelmed... and all the big words that i can think of at the moment....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;cried&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;laughed&lt;/span&gt; at the same time.. whilst Hsian and her friend looked at me thinking, " what a weirdo" but they were laughing louder than me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turns out, i love this new look...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel younger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel sportier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel more punky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel bouncy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel like a small girl............... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later in the week, my friends scolded me for not bringing them along to cut.. hahaha how was i to know that sooo many people wanted to cut too??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess u can say &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Short is the New Black..&lt;/span&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the next week, brought Melanie, Xanna and Cherri to Milcah's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melanie chopped hers off too.. whilst Cherri kinda snip quite a bit off and Xan maintained her length except for the fringe that she thinks look weird.. hehe haizzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea.. here are the pics..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and xan.. still donning her long mane.. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/Hartamas-27.09.06%20022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/Hartamas-27.09.06%20022.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/Hartamas-27.09.06%20024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/Hartamas-27.09.06%20024.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and melanie with our "new" look..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. her's is new.. mine? been short for a week plus in the pic already!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-116042248214494336?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/116042248214494336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=116042248214494336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/116042248214494336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/116042248214494336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-goneee.html' title='it&apos;s goneee...'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-116042335830843882</id><published>2006-10-09T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T12:49:18.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i had a great day</title><content type='html'>i received flowers from a special Ah "C" today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its purple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its roses..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its so lovely!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/P1010052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/P1010052.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's Ah "C" one might wonder.... i mean... LauReLs here dont receive flowers everyday one ok.. its a special occasion....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah "C" was late for dinner today!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so Ah "C" had to pacify me and... Erni.. erni got pink roses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/P1010002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/P1010002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 stalks representing  Ah  "A", Ah "B" and Ah "C"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dun get me wrong... Ah "B" or Bee is Erni's name for Melanie and Melanie's name for Erni..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just today, Melanie got a new name form me... Ah "C"... and now Melanie is Ah "A" for Erni!!! haha&lt;br /&gt;Go Figure!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, i jsut realised that the 3 stalks kinda represent the 3 of us.. haha coz when i received it from Mel, there was this one stalk that was TALLER than the rest... ahem.. melll....and that flower was blooming!!! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, getting crappy here.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, i actually enjoy studying at the foyer with my 2 darlings..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz whenever i start to stray off,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah "C" will tell us, "Don't regret these 2 minutes that u've wasted and have been playing during exam!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that sentence immediately shuts me and erni up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best sentence i've heard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.. did i mention that i ate &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Cheesels&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chopstic&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; today? interesting combo.. somewhat east meets west.. heh... Jocelyn's brillant idea! so as not to dirty our hands... smart eh... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides that, i studied at the gym yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nerdy gym freak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one could say so... heh..&lt;br /&gt;did it whilst on the treadmill... amazing.. it worked!!!&lt;br /&gt;been meaningt o try it out for weeks!!&lt;br /&gt;finally had the guts to do it!! haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-116042335830843882?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/116042335830843882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=116042335830843882&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/116042335830843882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/116042335830843882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-had-great-day.html' title='i had a great day'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-115786585652156169</id><published>2006-09-09T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T12:54:00.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E06 preparation is finally over!! woots~ but this is just the beginning..Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/DSCN2786.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/DSCN2786.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;our lovely signboards..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/DSCN2801.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/DSCN2801.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;STOP!!!! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/DSCN2867.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/DSCN2867.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The 4 group names of "The House"&lt;br /&gt;nice? i designed and drew it!! &gt;,&lt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/DSCN2816.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/DSCN2816.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;our team leader "busy at work" after the set-up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/DSCN2822.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/DSCN2822.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;leng.. tired and exhausted right before the 1st day's workshop..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/DSCN2823.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/DSCN2823.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me? trying to remember wat to say... &gt;,&lt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/DSCN2831.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/DSCN2831.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the 1st group came and went smoothly... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/DSCN2855.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/DSCN2855.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;leng blocking the "secret"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/DSCN2857.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/DSCN2857.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;after our worshops... after 4 sessions!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/DSCN2865.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/DSCN2865.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the GREATEST invention of the year.. the rotating "cement-mixer" come "word-mixer"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/DSCN2866.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/DSCN2866.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yes.. we were sad to part with it... i mean.. my mother was asking where one of her chairs went missing to.. heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/DSCN2869.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/DSCN2869.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Melodyyy having fun taking down the props!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/E06-concert%26carnival-25%2C26.08.06%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/E06-concert%26carnival-25%2C26.08.06%20003.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;xan, me, wainyan, and mummy with Pastor Nick Reesce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/E06-concert%26carnival-25%2C26.08.06%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/E06-concert%26carnival-25%2C26.08.06%20004.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;after the concert...&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;and a last final shot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and my cat-like friend, Paolo G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, we were actin as chesmire cats (like the one in Alice in Wonderland!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/E06-concert%26carnival-25%2C26.08.06%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/E06-concert%26carnival-25%2C26.08.06%20006.jpg" alt="" 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/12816712-115786585652156169?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/115786585652156169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=115786585652156169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/115786585652156169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/115786585652156169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2006/09/e06-preparation-is-finally-over-woots_09.html' title='E06 preparation is finally over!! woots~ but this is just the beginning..Part 1'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-115765461639595006</id><published>2006-09-07T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T11:43:36.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E06 preparation is finally over!! woots~ but this is just the beginning..Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carnival Day!!!!~ at Selayang!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/E06-concert%26carnival-25%2C26.08.06%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/E06-concert%26carnival-25%2C26.08.06%20007.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;all awake-not.. leng, me and Pastor Lindy Ong!! oops i mean Lee!! haha&lt;br /&gt;waiting at the sanctuary to start boarding the busses.. alltogether more than 10 buses made their way to.... SELAYANG Carnival!!! woots!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/E06-concert%26carnival-25%2C26.08.06%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/E06-concert%26carnival-25%2C26.08.06%20010.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the basic essentials on a hot morning..&lt;br /&gt;camwhoring on the bus..&lt;br /&gt;i was her &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BUD&lt;/span&gt;.. she was my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DY.&lt;/span&gt;. we were each other's BUDDY.. hhaha my partner for the busride=my cell leader!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/DSCN2877.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/DSCN2877.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oh lets not forget the wonderful core leader for FOTM trying to imitate the sticker i gave him.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/E06-concert%26carnival-25%2C26.08.06%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/E06-concert%26carnival-25%2C26.08.06%20012.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fatin and her friend... fatin's on the left btw.. met her earlier this year at s Selayang outing. really sweet natured.. and fay.. she was asking for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kak Faye&lt;/span&gt;.. haha lazy bum!! slept in.. cis! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/E06-concert%26carnival-25%2C26.08.06%20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/E06-concert%26carnival-25%2C26.08.06%20014.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is Josephine in the middle.. and Waiyii on the right..&lt;br /&gt;this lil girl was so cute.. after the picture was taken, she asked me excitedly to see it.. and then asked me if she could show her mummy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later, she gave me a kis sont he cheek.. awww... i wan a sweet kid like tat.. &gt;,&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/E06-concert%26carnival-25%2C26.08.06%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/E06-concert%26carnival-25%2C26.08.06%20015.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;evil Emmanuel... he hogged ALL the stickers... too much... ish sih... mine only had 4 stickers.. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/E06-concert%26carnival-25%2C26.08.06%20016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/E06-concert%26carnival-25%2C26.08.06%20016.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the busy day at our Station.. i was the official 'chopper' and sticker giver... so all i had to do was to sit and wait.. ohh! n give authographs! haha was fun!! tho a lil hectic at times!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/E06-concert%26carnival-25%2C26.08.06%20018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/E06-concert%26carnival-25%2C26.08.06%20018.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;our groupie pose!! we must have had too much sun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/E06-concert%26carnival-25%2C26.08.06%20017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/E06-concert%26carnival-25%2C26.08.06%20017.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yep.. the sun definitely got into us.. heh.. Station 1 were the bombs!!! love u guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/E06-concert%26carnival-25%2C26.08.06%20020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/E06-concert%26carnival-25%2C26.08.06%20020.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/E06-concert%26carnival-25%2C26.08.06%20021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/E06-concert%26carnival-25%2C26.08.06%20021.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;amongst tallies.. heh heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/E06-concert%26carnival-25%2C26.08.06%20022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/E06-concert%26carnival-25%2C26.08.06%20022.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;are our rainbows visible?? they were sooo *lovely...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i wish i could carry &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; whereever i go.. a sign of hope after a rainstorm.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/E06-concert%26carnival-25%2C26.08.06%20023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/E06-concert%26carnival-25%2C26.08.06%20023.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Simpson and Bryan.. these guys were like besties.. eventhough they just met each other!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Evening.. the Final concert night!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/E06-concert%26carnival-25%2C26.08.06%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/E06-concert%26carnival-25%2C26.08.06%20002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;our lovely potrait by the waterfalls... haha man made though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks dear for making it.. made me realise how much i've missed u and how little we get to meet each other nowadays.. =p&lt;br /&gt;hugs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;During the Concert!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/E06-concert%26carnival-25%2C26.08.06%20028.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/400/E06-concert%26carnival-25%2C26.08.06%20028.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ps Chew and Super B strutting their stuff!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/E06-concert%26carnival-25%2C26.08.06%20030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/E06-concert%26carnival-25%2C26.08.06%20030.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;vincent actin all vain vain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/E06-concert%26carnival-25%2C26.08.06%20024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/E06-concert%26carnival-25%2C26.08.06%20024.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"eHemmm.. vincenttt!!! we're waiting for u to take the picture... "......-_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/E06-concert%26carnival-25%2C26.08.06%20033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/E06-concert%26carnival-25%2C26.08.06%20033.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the E06 band... Edwin looks fascinated! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/E06-concert%26carnival-25%2C26.08.06%20034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/E06-concert%26carnival-25%2C26.08.06%20034.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and out closing picture.. Vincent couldnt wait.. he fell asleep straight away... haha&lt;br /&gt;love Paolo's pose..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was the end of E06.. how do i feel?&lt;br /&gt;i'm relieved its finally over.. but yet.. feel something's missing.. haha missing the adrenaline rush to go for meetings after meetings.. but yea.. all was GREAT for God's glory.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;he owns!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; i feel there's no purpose in life anymore&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;quoted from WaiNyan.. the core leader of FOTM..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;its just the beginning of things.. E06 just started&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;quoted from bernard Hiew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i miss meeting all of u everyweek!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quoted from Laura Ann&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;other than that, its abt time i get back to my oh-so-neglected school work.. darn... &gt;,&lt;&lt;br /&gt;so lost in all the units!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-115765461639595006?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/115765461639595006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=115765461639595006&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/115765461639595006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/115765461639595006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2006/09/e06-preparation-is-finally-over-woots.html' title='E06 preparation is finally over!! woots~ but this is just the beginning..Part 2'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-115605928531754627</id><published>2006-08-20T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T00:34:45.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what i've been up to...</title><content type='html'>alright.. been really packed lately... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(yes neille, tats y i haven been online lately..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;busy preparing for E06 which is NEXT WEEK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh gawd... cant wait for it to be overrrrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's what my time table was for the last year..&lt;br /&gt;monday- uni&lt;br /&gt;tuesday- uni+ night prayer meeting&lt;br /&gt;wednesday- uni+meetings with E06 team mates&lt;br /&gt;thursday- uni&lt;br /&gt;friday- uni+cellgroupie&lt;br /&gt;saturday- french+occasional E06meetings the past 2months&lt;br /&gt;sunday-  church+E06 meeting till 5pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so packed hor!! but hehe.. i dont always go for tuesdays prayer meet la.. hahaha too many things! where got time for homework all?! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;so ya.. pretty hectic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one year of preparation.. can u believe it.. ONE YEAR!!&lt;br /&gt;but hopefully it pays of.. hopefully some souls would get touched.. it better be! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for more information, log on to &lt;a href="http://www.existconference.com/"&gt;www.E06.com.my..&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.existconference.com/"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/e06concert.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/e06concert.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's goin to be a GREAT concert on the 25th and 26th!! ONE LIFE ONE WORLD concert..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make your way down to SIB in Phileo Damansara near Eastin Hotel.. one is able to see the our new buiding near BHP.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what can one life do? it can impact one world.. one life DOES make a difference..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aside from that, i'll be skipping lectures and classes the whole of next week!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wee!! and the best part is, im goin to be staying at EASTIN HOTEL!!!! woohoo!!&lt;br /&gt;the church allocated some rooms for us to stay.. it'll be like a BIG slumber party! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;minus the hyper-ness. guess we'll all be too tired to do anything.. heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im quite scared.. im to facilitate 6 people, 4 times =24 peeps during the conference.. eeks! scarieee... hopefully im able to do it well.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea. Fellowship of the MIND.. thats the workshop where i'll be spending all my time at... heh.. its gonna be fun fun n mind-picking! haaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-115605928531754627?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/115605928531754627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=115605928531754627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/115605928531754627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/115605928531754627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2006/08/what-ive-been-up-to.html' title='what i&apos;ve been up to...'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-115505657394313136</id><published>2006-08-08T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T10:02:54.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>STEPS was.. tiring..</title><content type='html'>had my 1st class at Celebrity today.. did STEPS.. was really tiring!! i mean there were these old ladies goin for more more more! n there i was.. catching my breath.. hmph.. so much for stamina.. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my legs were all fumbly.. the teacher kept laughing.. was i that bad?&lt;br /&gt;actually fell twice formt he STEPS board.. so small la the board..  n we were to trust the board to hold the weight all.. how laaa.. scaryyy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met kathryn there.. amazingly small world..&lt;br /&gt;oh ya... she mentioned that in the advanced class, instead of the one STEPS board we used, they use 4 freaking STEPS board.. crazy... my legs would tangle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met sook mun too at uni who knows kahwai.. even smaller world..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the world is far too small for me to contain in it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya.. so i've finally picked my personal gym instructor..&lt;br /&gt;he's... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Joy is so going to kill me!! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's..... CALVIN! haha&lt;br /&gt;another calvin added to my already full- of-calvin-name friend list.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's tall, good looking, has nice biceps, triceps and all the -ceps.. so hottttttt.. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(n he's got an earring.. wonder if its left or right side... heee.. right is happy right? left is happy with me right?) hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but not as innocent n boy-next-door looking instructor that i was to get..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dam.. im getting miang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. aside that, life is hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum was mad at me today fro being late (blame my last minute gym packin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so she drove so ferociously.. never seen such anger before.. i swear she's getting more diffucult everyday... we almost diededdd!!! we almost rammed into this green waja at the summit jam outside USJ.. she didint want  to let the BMW cut her lane.. so she jammed the accelerator.. scary man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya.. the main topic of this is.. she dropped me outside monash.. as in.. outside OUTSIDE... like main road.. she didnt want to turn into the driveway cause she said she's soooo late.. ok.. i know im wrong.. but... but.... i felt so... kicked out kinda feeling? hahaa n the WORST PART was that i had to lug my already heavy gym bag that looked like a mini body suit for babies all the way in.. it was soooo freaking heavy!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.. and like 5 ppl asked me what's up with the big bag.. heh... even my lecturer.. *paisei... somemore late to his class coz hd to have morning walk.. sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n tomorro's goin to be worse.. i can feel it..&lt;br /&gt;E06 preparations all.. oh god.. have mercy and help!!!&lt;br /&gt;so stressed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;current mood: stressed&lt;br /&gt;physically: so tired that my eyelids are dropping and its pain just opening them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*moansss...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-115505657394313136?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/115505657394313136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=115505657394313136&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/115505657394313136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/115505657394313136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2006/08/steps-was-tiring.html' title='STEPS was.. tiring..'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-115471242362718349</id><published>2006-08-04T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T10:27:03.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>welcome to a FIT-ter me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;latest craze&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;gym-ming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;goals&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ose weight and look like Jessica Alba/Angelina Jolie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. this is weird.. but i actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;enjoy&lt;/span&gt; going to the gym..&lt;br /&gt;peeps in Methodist College will go like "whhhatt!?"&lt;br /&gt;ya. i know.. i never seemend like the type to be physically active..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never took part in sports, hated the scorching sun in malaysia, the sweaty feeling, the violence and not forgetting the injuries.. hee! i've had my fair share in trying to bee-long in volleyball, netball, football, hockey, basketball.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;oh ya.. notice all sports have balls? haha pun intended!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;therefore, me n wenying, resorted to playing ping pong in high school!&lt;br /&gt;want to know the reason?&lt;br /&gt;hehe!! its because thats the only sport &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;under the shade&lt;/span&gt; and one does not have to exert as much energy as compared to the other sports..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know.. lazy bumss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey.. i even got elected as &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ping pong captain for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Red House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. yes.. i was in red house.. can i hear a cheer y'all!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. back to my gymming experience..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i enjoy working out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seeee resultss..&lt;br /&gt;i love results&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;less flabs, less jiggle... hahaha no more vibrations when i walk! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so initially i had a one week trial with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;True Fitness &lt;/span&gt;near my house.. really near.. 10 mins walk..&lt;br /&gt;enjoyed the facilities, went for Hatha Yoga (painful gilerrr!!), Body Combat (fun like hell!!), and RPM (killed me instantly...)&lt;br /&gt;the machines were fantastic and fun i must say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, i finally joined Joy in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Celebrity Fitness&lt;/span&gt; in Subang parade.. heh.. actually, i just joined yesterday.. =) i figured its better to have an accountibility partner.. n it didnt have a 2 year contract that i must finish unlike at other gyms.. (scared i chicken out and waste money.. &gt;,&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. it wasnt really that bad.. was quite alright but MORE people, less canggih machines, towels provided... BUT but hot trainers!!! *drools...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im still deciding which trainer to go under.. the one assigned to me is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;quite hot&lt;/span&gt;.. tall, good physique.. but the one Joy is recomending doesnt look as yummy.. -_-" tho he claims to have some degree in some science and health.. bah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh.. calvin says im gatal.. yeesh!! i jsut need someone to motivate me!! &gt;,&lt; even my tainer said that!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my trainer gave me 2 choices..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to train and look like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. angelina jolie, jessica alba&lt;br /&gt;2. gweneth paltrow (how to spell?!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it basically means&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. strong and tone&lt;br /&gt;2. slim and lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i opted for a mixture of both.. wonder what i'll look like.. &gt;,&lt;&lt;br /&gt;freak?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems if i chose the numero&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;, i'd be wimpy and flabby.. sort of like a weakling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with numero&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;, i'd have nice toned muscles, wide shoulders, toned abs, and not forgetting, I WONT lose my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;treasured current assets!!&lt;/span&gt; ahem.. i meant &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FIXED&lt;/span&gt; assets!! hahaha woohoo!! (neille came up wit that in high school!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they will still be there! haha he said there is a special workout to tone and firm them as not to let them sag etc.. that sounds good.. i like.. i like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ya.. wish me all the best and have faith that i would show results by end of this year.. want to get a cute dress for my childhood friend's wedding!! singapore here i come!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tatas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-115471242362718349?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/115471242362718349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=115471242362718349&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/115471242362718349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/115471242362718349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2006/08/welcome-to-fit-ter-me.html' title='welcome to a FIT-ter me!'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-115298909531374357</id><published>2006-07-15T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T11:47:40.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd day in Saigon..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20010.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Post Office&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20011.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20011.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yes.. i match the buildings... i planned it alll.. i did i did i did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20048.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/IMG_0471.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/IMG_0471.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mum making a phonecall at the post office..&lt;br /&gt;cute cubicles..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20058.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Post Office and my dad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Notre Dame Cathedral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20077.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the groupie pic outside the Notre Dame Cathedral.. heh//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20022.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;heh.. there we were, busy taking pitures like typical tourists..&lt;br /&gt;there were the other sincere tourists who were making offerings to mother mary..&lt;br /&gt;n there we still were, taking pictures..&lt;br /&gt;so embarassinggg!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20080.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this was taken in one of the little rooms.. very interesting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20082.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the lovely stained glass.. i just love em.. want to paint some of my own soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20084.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me and the pews.. amazingly symmetrical..&lt;br /&gt;ehem.. dun mind the kuai lohs behind... (eeps! they must be in deep prayer!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Official Building&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20086.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hugging trees is the BEST!&lt;br /&gt;it cures loneliness.. haha because there are many insects, ants etc to keep one company in the tree! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20081.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Now dont mess with father nature!!"&lt;br /&gt;fierce pose?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20083.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"yes sir!"&lt;br /&gt;i am so ready for National Service..&lt;br /&gt;oh ya.. im still due for it.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20087.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"We live to serve the country!"&lt;br /&gt;mum,"yeah yeah.. yada yada"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20088.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The official pose outside a very official looking building.. heh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Laquer Factory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20090.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we visited a laquer factory where they produce handmade crafts.. really amazing.. there were amazing artists there.. btw, that guy is creating some masterpiece, which design is entirely made, with shadows and all, of eggshells! amazing.. so creative..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20091.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;acting like high and mighty ladies with a very elegant rose-painted cane.. it is so going to be my walking stick in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20092.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;omg!! they sell such cuties on the roadside.. (pic take whilst van was moving) there were puppies, kittens, baby rabbits, hamsters, some reptile, lizards.. etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20098.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The 'black' market that sells EVERYTHING!! its like a bigger version of petaling street (times 100) amazing place.. a MUST to go in Vietnam..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20029.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yea.. some bling bling to get things going!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20093.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soooo many bags!!! which to choose from... ehe... the girl ont he right, Lily.. really sweet girl.. she kept modelling for us with the bags so as for us to see which is nice..&lt;br /&gt;now, i have one bag a day to use.. thanks mummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20095.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20095.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ahhhh......... shopping is such a fun sport... =) the Result&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On the Road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20100.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is what i do when i'm bored and when i have a camera in hand.. (waiting for mummy outside some boutique)&lt;br /&gt;i think this is the library.. wanted to catch the two women standing but i guess its too blur.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20101.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;one of the many art galleries found in saigon.. lovely.. Saigon is bursting with artistic talent! check out the lady with the hat in the  top middle of the pic.. both my father and i loved that picure.. she looked so distant and dreamy.. the artist really captured her thoughts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20102.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wanted to take a picture with one of these ladies who seemed to be everywhere... but whenever i see them, they seem to be walking and too far to reach.. so managed to capture her walking from the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20103.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;however, my luck changed! haha managed to catch two of them.. i mind u.. TWO! just sitting there and waiting for me to take their pics..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad asked me to stand there and not ask them as he said that they might as me to buy something from them.. and they can be reallyyy persistent..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lady in blue made realllyy reallyyy nice sandwiches.. i was so tempted to eat!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1stly, she cut open the Bagette which is half the size of the long bagettes we usually see here, she then put in some slices of cheese, some sliced meat, parsley and basil leaves.. so yummy-fying!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-ahemmm.&lt;/span&gt;. mind you, all those done with her &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;bare hands&lt;/span&gt;.. w/o gloves.. grimy and dirty, black from god knows what, nails dirty.. imagine the germs crawling!!&lt;br /&gt;however, despite the yummy looking sandwich, she then wrapped the sandwich in a.... guess!! plastic bag? foil? proper wrapping food paper?? noooo... she wrapped it in a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;freaking dirty newspaper!!!!&lt;/span&gt; and rubberband.. plss... imagine my disgust..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no wonder they said not to simply eat in Vietnam.. one wouldnt know the dirt within...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20104.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my cute beary daddy.. made him stand there so as to capture the beaty of the city's road..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20107.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the lovey street of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Saigon, Ho chi Minh&lt;/span&gt;.. so serene and peaceful... i likey&lt;br /&gt;admist the toot-ting of hons and motorbikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20108.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20110.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;really liked this place.. i mean alley? the building's ornaments made it look 18th century.. lovely... except for the colourful grandpa resting chair on the left!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dinner Time!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20111.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;dinner once again... =) food was alright... typical Vietnamese food.. what to expect? heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/IMG_0542.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/IMG_0542.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"you wan a kissy poo poo? come to big fat lips mama!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;errr yes.. daisy duck... *quack!&lt;br /&gt;quite sweet hor this character.. might consider implants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all for the 7th of July&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-115298909531374357?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/115298909531374357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=115298909531374357&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/115298909531374357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/115298909531374357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2006/07/2nd-day-in-saigon.html' title='2nd day in Saigon..'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-115261375918953440</id><published>2006-07-11T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T03:32:22.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vietnam was a B-L-A-S-T.. in many ways-1st day-6thJuly 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;our morning breakfast at KLIA to SG.. McDees as usual. what else is there?!! -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20039.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my mummy acting "manja" with dada at the Singapore airport..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20044.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;woohoo! can make it for Motorshow 2007 or not? haha joking.. im too good for tat.. *oops!~perasan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20040.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the eagle's view from the aeroplane window of Singapore.. whooaa.. check out the massive buildings!! scaryy! super conjested!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20043.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i really really love this shot.. it reminded me of this game that we used to play when we were little.. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Battleships&lt;/span&gt;.. remember?&lt;br /&gt;btw, the small things are not rubbush!! they are ships!! so qute!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20046.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is the shot arriving to Vietnam.. so much green.. and soil... i wish i was born in that era.. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or maybe not...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forgive the bad shots as they were taken secretly from the aeroplane's window pane.. i'll try to get a better shot when i'm rich enough to buy my own helicopter to capture better shots.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a country of sights, ex-residing place of the fren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;h and then the americans.. a country full of taste and lights, monuments of french influence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, cath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;erals, and virgin villages untouched by time.. and villagers still living in their time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1st culture shock&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;the moment we stepped out of the arrival gate, peeled on us were 2000 over pair of eyes scanning for relatives, friends and clients.. it was so... scaryyy... people were just sitting there as if they had nothing else better to do.. some had chairs, fans etc!! imagine us.. lost... wandering aimlessly.. and not to mention there were those who were out there to con tourists like us... heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;font&gt;2nd culture shock...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt; once we had openly argued that we couldnt find the tour guide who was supposed to pick us up from the airport, we finally took the taxi.. which costed 5USD.. quite reasonable i guess!!!&lt;br /&gt;so here it starts... the moment we stepped into the taxi and hit the streets.. we were so shocked that we were speechless...for a moment..  everywhere on the roads were motorcycles!!!! i mean literally everywhere!! they were swarming  the roads and looked like people ready to charge when the traffic light turned green...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20049.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;young men, old men, young women, old women.. families were on motorcycles.. i guess its the cheapest and most efficient transportation.. it seems that 10 years ago, bicycles were more popular.. however, technology has taken its place once again.. *smiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, people just drive like its their grandma's road.. they turn when they please.. and honking is heard every second.. the drivers here ought to be really patient as it can be quite stressful honking every damned second!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20097.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3rd culture shock&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt; there are so many cable wires!!!!  i mean look at the pic.. does one see that in malaysia?! haha super scary.. dad says that ours are underground.. we've got good road planning.. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20047.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i bet the guys like riding the motorcycles especially with the girls sitting behind them.. wakaka..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Dinnertime!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we waited for the rest of the groupie to come and when they did with&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;our lost tourguide&lt;/span&gt;, we headed down to the river for the day's much awaited meal.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;the 1st meal in Vietnam..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20051.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20053.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the Ongs, Liews and Gans.. awaiting the feast..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20056.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the food was... okayy okaayy.. nothing great.. but was pretty exciting at that time i guess! haha was fun sitting on the floating boat having your meal.. somewhat like in Paris..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20050.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cheers!!! its tea.. hate the taste of beer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20057.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dig in!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20059.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we spotted a similiar boat to ours in a shape of a giant fish.. really nice.. *smiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20061.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20062.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me and the captain y'all... heh..&lt;br /&gt;gee.. my dad acually blends in with the whole navy thing.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;City Hall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20072.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so romantic pleaseeee... *grinzz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the building is sooo gorgeous.. kinda looked out of place there.. heh &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20074.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;emmm... im not exactly sure what we were doin la.. getting corny.. was late and i was due for a shower...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/Vietman-6-9.07.06%20004.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;top view of the hotel..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all for thursday... was pretty bumped out.. slept immediately..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-115261375918953440?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/115261375918953440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=115261375918953440&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/115261375918953440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/115261375918953440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2006/07/vietnam-was-b-l-s-t-in-many-ways-1st.html' title='Vietnam was a B-L-A-S-T.. in many ways-1st day-6thJuly 2006'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-115160416610879444</id><published>2006-06-29T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T11:02:53.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June 11 it is!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/newchurch-11.06.06%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/newchurch-11.06.06%20001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is SIB, Sidang Injil Borneo... in Philoe Damansara..  nice?&lt;br /&gt;of course nice la!! this is my dad's ushering team.. haha and cell members! hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm this was like taken on the 4th of June.. the last service in the old building..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, was just wondering what i missed out..&lt;br /&gt;couldnt imagine that i had failed to mention that SIB has shifted to a very very big and nice building next door! hahah now one can hardly miss this churchie that has a brightly litted signboard outside.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/newchurch-11.06.06%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/newchurch-11.06.06%20002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;see.. olden days.. plastic chairs for easy removal and addition if there are extra peeps..&lt;br /&gt;good for keeping you awake.. heh.. and for exercise.. as one has to stack them up if an event were to happen.. heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh!!! u just got to check out the plush cushions in the new building.. so.. comfy... sighs.. lovely.. pity pastor Chew though. hehe.. or any speaker for that matter.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/newchurch-11.06.06%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/newchurch-11.06.06%20005.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;see see old stage. happening huh.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/newchurch-11.06.06%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/newchurch-11.06.06%20009.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ta dahhhh!!! new stage! cool lighting... officially shifted on the 11th of June!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/newchurch-11.06.06%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/newchurch-11.06.06%20010.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;zoom in!!! ohhhh.. niceee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/newchurch-11.06.06%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/newchurch-11.06.06%20012.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;haha me and suyin.. all in sunday best..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/newchurch-11.06.06%20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/newchurch-11.06.06%20014.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;some cell peeps.. leng the leader, JJ aka Jing Ju, Mister WeiLi and Christine SuYin.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastor Chew raised some concerns regarding the new building.. he's right.. one should not be overly proud of material posessions.. but how can i not be proud? so beautiful worr.. heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can get lost wan please..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, its great that the leaders have raised concern about our attitude towards the new building and how we ahould not let pride sink in.. humble ourselves.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;easier said than done..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-115160416610879444?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/115160416610879444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=115160416610879444&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/115160416610879444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/115160416610879444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2006/06/june-11-it-is.html' title='June 11 it is!!'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-115160117887181763</id><published>2006-06-29T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T10:12:59.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Planet Hollywood y'all!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/hsian%26neille-22.06.06-planethollywood%20019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/hsian%26neille-22.06.06-planethollywood%20019.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;really happening funeral suit without the body!!!! ahhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;haaha raptured?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the 22nd of June, after a stressful week of examinations, i had something to be happy and  party about..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not only that, Hsiannie was back for holidays too =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to top it all, it has been a long time since i've met up with neillie and hsiannie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n neillie is leaving for the world of the aussies y'all... =( *sobz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/IMG_0242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/IMG_0242.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;funny thing is.. all three of us were cam-whoring each other.. -sweat... -_-"&lt;br /&gt;that's me n hsian.. haha caught by neillie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/IMG_0252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/IMG_0252.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;that's Hsian.. caught by.. erm.. me? or neille?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/hsian%26neille-22.06.06-planethollywood%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/hsian%26neille-22.06.06-planethollywood%20004.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and dearest neillie.. caught by.. Hsian.. hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the best part was, 3 people+3 cameras=tons of great photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~all food pictures were generously taken by Neille! and donated.. heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/IMG_0239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/IMG_0239.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wonderful lip-smacking Shanghai Prawn Caesar Salad.. yumzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/IMG_0240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/IMG_0240.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;some football meal.. hahah.. Beef something with really good potato in the bowl.. some weird german name thing... haha but really good.. didint finish it though.. neille was lecturing us about wasting food.. wakaka...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/IMG_0241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/IMG_0241.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hollywood platter... yummiee!! so filling.. there were baked potatoes, chicken wings (tasted like plastic), nachos, chicken fritters.. topped up with sour cream, dijon sauce and...=)  couldnt really differentiate the sauces.. macam sama saje.. all sour.. wahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/hsian%26neille-22.06.06-planethollywood%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/hsian%26neille-22.06.06-planethollywood%20012.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;after all the chit chatting sessions, we were rudely interrupted by a live band.. ok.. maybe we diidnt appreciate it and should have sat upstairs.. heh.. anyways.. the lead singer looked a little.. aqua? haha oops! we were trying to gage if it was one. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/planet%20hollywood%20003%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/planet%20hollywood%20003%281%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so it's too noisy to talk.. what else can 3girls with 3 cameras do?! CAM-WHORE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;En garde les cameras!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;artistic shots by&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://hanging-grounds.blogspot.com/2006/06/planet-hollywood-and-little-bit-of.html"&gt;neillie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. please.. she's very proud of it.. tee hee.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/hsian%26neille-22.06.06-planethollywood%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/hsian%26neille-22.06.06-planethollywood%20002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;happy happy shots..  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/hsian%26neille-22.06.06-planethollywood%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/hsian%26neille-22.06.06-planethollywood%20001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;see!!! neille smiles ever so nicely.. picture perfect.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/IMG_0247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/IMG_0247.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me:     aww.. come on.. smile nicely la.. for me.. please?&lt;br /&gt;Neille:     get a life la lamer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/IMG_0245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/IMG_0245.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Neille:     &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thoughts*&lt;/span&gt;i shall start my monkey business.. kekke.. *&lt;br /&gt;Hsian:     &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thoughts&lt;/span&gt;*neille looks tasty..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/planet%20hollywood%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/planet%20hollywood%20011.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laurels:  -sweats-&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thoughts*&lt;/span&gt;why can't neille just smile nicely minus the monkey business... sighs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/hsian%26neille-22.06.06-planethollywood%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/hsian%26neille-22.06.06-planethollywood%20007.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Neille:     you think what?!! my smile so cheap meh?! cost me a few thousand bucks for the                         braces!! cannot simply show show.. HMPH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hsian:     awww.. laurels.. ask neille to smile nicely la.. please please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laurels:     er.. i try bah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/hsian%26neille-22.06.06-planethollywood%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/hsian%26neille-22.06.06-planethollywood%20008.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Laurels:    listen up here neillie..this is a HOLD UP.. i also paid 3thousand bucks for my braces                     and i smile nicely.. we didint come all the way here to take pictures so that you can                         monkey around aight?!!   now smile nicely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neille:    waa.. Lamer also can BE SO fierce?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/planet%20hollywood%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/planet%20hollywood%20007.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Neille:    you watch out you shorty YOU.. you you... verically challenged shorty.. huh!! see my                     fist of FURY?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/hsian%26neille-22.06.06-planethollywood%20016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/hsian%26neille-22.06.06-planethollywood%20016.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Neille:    please la.. let me continue my monkey business.. aiya.. we're in planet hollywood                             anyway.. different planet from earth.. all monkeys here ma... u see u see!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/planet%20hollywood%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/planet%20hollywood%20012.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/IMG_0256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/IMG_0256.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;omggg!!!!! laura!!!!! you wiped your WHAT? with the WHAT?!! ewwwwwwwwwww....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vomits blood...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/hsian%26neille-22.06.06-planethollywood%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/hsian%26neille-22.06.06-planethollywood%20011.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ok la.. lets all smile nicely!! 1-2-3! SMILE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;all ends well... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                               ~The End~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-115160117887181763?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/115160117887181763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=115160117887181763&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/115160117887181763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/115160117887181763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2006/06/planet-hollywood-yall.html' title='Planet Hollywood y&apos;all!!'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-115151697108112111</id><published>2006-06-28T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T11:00:02.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the number 4... sei lorrr...</title><content type='html'>thanks weili.. for making me a poor soul.. heh... check &lt;a href="http://www.viono.blogspot.com"&gt;weili&lt;/a&gt; out..  he's super lame. sighs... birds of a feather flock together.. heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 jobs i would stink at:&lt;br /&gt;- heavy-weight champion/ construction worker&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/yuen%20steamboat-25.05.06%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/yuen%20steamboat-25.05.06%20004.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- IT advisor&lt;br /&gt;- time-keeper&lt;br /&gt;- doctor (cant stand the sight of blood.. except mine of course.. and auntie Rosie.. hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 nicknames im making up for myself:&lt;br /&gt;- shorty&lt;br /&gt;- vertically-challenged&lt;br /&gt;- LauReLs of course!! thanks to Hsiannie who christened me..&lt;br /&gt;- Lamer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 movies i can watch over and over again:&lt;br /&gt;- Cinderella&lt;br /&gt;- Scarlett O'Hara&lt;br /&gt;- chitty chitty bang bang&lt;br /&gt;- any Shirley Temple movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 acholic beverages i enjoy time after time:&lt;br /&gt;- dessert wine&lt;br /&gt;- port&lt;br /&gt;- chivas and coke?&lt;br /&gt;- good wine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 fantastic destinations i would like to go before i pass out:&lt;br /&gt;- Switzerland to ski&lt;br /&gt;- Sipadan to scubadive&lt;br /&gt;- France to speak like a native&lt;br /&gt;- Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 things i would love to do on weekends:&lt;br /&gt;- sleep&lt;br /&gt;- eat good food&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/P2250133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/P2250133.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- shop.. with sufficient cash of course!&lt;br /&gt;- paint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 celebrities i would love to go on a date with: (what kind of childish question?! oh well...)&lt;br /&gt;- kuma kuma!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/kuma%20and%20doggie%20040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/kuma%20and%20doggie%20040.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A&amp;W Bear?&lt;br /&gt;- Edison (the chinese actor guy)&lt;br /&gt;- Brad Pitt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 objects i cannot live without:&lt;br /&gt;- clothes&lt;br /&gt;- undergarments&lt;br /&gt;- means of surviving like cash&lt;br /&gt;- ice-cream! (malaysia hot leh!)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/yuen%20steamboat-25.05.06%20034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/yuen%20steamboat-25.05.06%20034.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 gadgets i do not have. which i would like to have:&lt;br /&gt;- new handphone&lt;br /&gt;- dopod&lt;br /&gt;- new camera with anti-shake&lt;br /&gt;- big huggable bear!! (xan..u know wat u're supposed to do.. heh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/IMG_2464.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/IMG_2464.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 poor souls tagged:&lt;br /&gt;- neillie&lt;br /&gt;- calvin yong&lt;br /&gt;- xanna&lt;br /&gt;- rachel ng&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-115151697108112111?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/115151697108112111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=115151697108112111&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/115151697108112111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/115151697108112111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2006/06/number-4-sei-lorrr.html' title='the number 4... sei lorrr...'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-115151262502271745</id><published>2006-06-28T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T11:02:45.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy belated birthday xannie dear!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/P5250012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/P5250012.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;woohoo~ i know this is super late la.. but it was xannie's birthday like last month on the 23rd! haha finally got the pictures and the time to do this post.. hehe =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we had a celebration at fatty crab 1stly.. xan had cravings for a fat crab n the only place we could think of was Mr. Fatty crab! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, food wasnt tat great.. ahah funniest part was we all didint know that they only serve limited dishes.. as in only crabs n chicken wings?! haha weird.. no veggies.. i know weili like.. keke he's canivourous..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a very filling dinner, we headed down to Lunar Bar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took tons of pics.. n later realised that they prohibit picture takin.. wahaha&lt;br /&gt;oops!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/P5250047-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/P5250047-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the birthday girl, me and Mister statue face.. heh.. =) &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;why does he looks so grumpy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/P5250062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/P5250062.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;groupie!! me, erni the bird, justine, ah bu or ah boo (not abu), wei kang (thanks weili!) , chee hoe, melanie the pig, xannie and weilis.. heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/P5250022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/P5250022.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;another groupie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/P5250026-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/P5250026-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me and my bestie.. n Mister Weili..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/P5250020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/P5250020.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the girlies!!! three cheers for us! coz we managed to get the menara KL in the pic!! wakaka... after millions of attempts..oh ya.. weili was the photograher.. thanks for being so patient.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/P5250019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/P5250019.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cool effects...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/P5250038-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/P5250038-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;what can one say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good food,&lt;br /&gt;good place,&lt;br /&gt;good drinks,&lt;br /&gt;and definitely good company&lt;br /&gt;with my bestie.. =) hugs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 19th dearie.. love ya lots... we may be so different in many ways (physically and mentally.. haha) but we still have our own love language..&lt;br /&gt;u're truly one to be treasured.. so ya..&lt;br /&gt;take heart and always remember that u have a friend in me.. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-115151262502271745?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/115151262502271745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=115151262502271745&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/115151262502271745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/115151262502271745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2006/06/happy-belated-birthday-xannie-dear.html' title='happy belated birthday xannie dear!!!'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-115089257512759162</id><published>2006-06-21T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T11:07:44.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>im so darned excited.. *gleams*</title><content type='html'>im so so excited!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but  i still have one more paper to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darn... haven finished studyin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks like im gonna burn lotsa midnight oil once again...&lt;br /&gt;freak... eyebags so BIG that it can contain a body in it.. bodybag?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, haven studied so much as i have ever did for this sem.. maybe its influence from friends.. hehe.. they really push ya man.. pushed me to be feeling so stressed out that u just cant relax. though they tell u to get some rest as u haven been sleeping.. but u just cant.. coz too stressed out!! but i still lub them.. heh =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its gonna be sad holidays as erni's goin back.. boo hoooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless, doesnt she always go back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh.. but hanging around alot with her lately. .n i think she's just so adorable at times!&lt;br /&gt;ok ok.. all times. heh.. erni pretty. dun sad k k?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/modelling-19.5.06%20026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/modelling-19.5.06%20026.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that's erni in the middle.. (cute yah?), yvonne on left and hannah on right..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the bright side, i oh-just-cant-wait for tomorrowwwwwwww!!&lt;br /&gt;after a long debate, i think we're goin to cafecafe!!!! ~ ahhh! so excited..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goin to be seeing Hsiannie, neillie n larellie.. heh .. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;owh.. tats me..  heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/hsian%26neille-2005%20026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/hsian%26neille-2005%20026.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hsian, mua n neilles.. man.. we took this pic like last year?! haven seen hsian since then.. she lari to UK.. hah miss her to bits.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so excited that i keep calling them.. asking abt the meeting up plans all.. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know.. small kid... heh.. wat to do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after all that, i'll update this obsolete blog... lots of pics to upload! lots of stories to be remembered and shared.. *smiles smiles..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont we all just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lurvveee&lt;/span&gt; the after-exam (soon to be) feeling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.. n calvin's coming back.. heh.. happy happy..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/DSC_3041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/DSC_3041.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;some guy in aussie, calz, and some guy in aussie.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;mamak sessions once again, no sleeping and lots of stupid adventures.. *jumps in delight!&lt;br /&gt;oh oh did i forget to mention that its our &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;10th year anniversary of FRIENDSHIP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMAZING... time really flies.. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-115089257512759162?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/115089257512759162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=115089257512759162&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/115089257512759162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/115089257512759162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-so-darned-excited-gleams.html' title='im so darned excited.. *gleams*'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-114909521045889077</id><published>2006-05-31T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T10:06:50.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever 19</title><content type='html'>met up with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;celeste liberty Yu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after... 2 years?! super long.. ya.. she's good.. really hasnt changed much except due to the fact that her accent has thickenned.. heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we spent the productive day complaining abt our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fats ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. and how its so unfair that  people with fats  has it hard to lose weight... *ehemmm... ME laaa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally hit Forever21 with Cel.. really nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tried lots of stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha but didnt even get A SINGLE PIECE OF THREAD!!  why la.... sadness&lt;br /&gt;got depressed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cel said its really.. as in really dirt cheap in LA coz they use under-paid mexicans to sew, sew, SEW!&lt;br /&gt;(Mexicans in LA are like Indos in Malaysia)/// *no offense Erni!! i still love u!!!! muaxxx!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after being depressed, we stepped into Zara..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly received an sms...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"wow, can go shopping ah, thought u haf exams too? how are things are Zara?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waaaa!!!! scare die me!!! i was like.. how in the world did u know i was in Zara?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thinking&lt;/span&gt; that im very smart decided to step outside to see if i had accidentally missed the person as i was walking into the shop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nil.. zitto... didnt see anyone familiar outside..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next sms, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" no point looking outside.. im inside...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAAAA!!!! super scary.... my point is, the person was neither inside nor outside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess where he was.... stewpid.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;invisible!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dude.. u gave me a fright today!!! stalker!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-114909521045889077?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/114909521045889077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=114909521045889077&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/114909521045889077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/114909521045889077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2006/05/forever-19.html' title='Forever 19'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-114839061882884387</id><published>2006-05-23T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T06:23:38.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stories from uni...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/monash%20illustration.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 444px; height: 140px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/400/monash%20illustration.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is an illustration of what is happening i n my uni life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all is expressed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough said... =P&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;check out erni's.. its even more hilarious....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/P1000088.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/P1000088.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"i enjoy finacial management! i have a cool calculator!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/P1000089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/P1000089.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"waaaaa... how to do larrrr?!?! "   *scratches head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/P1000090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/P1000090.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"i give up.."&lt;br /&gt;*throws papers in the air*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-114839061882884387?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/114839061882884387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=114839061882884387&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/114839061882884387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/114839061882884387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2006/05/stories-from-uni.html' title='Stories from uni...'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-114909447188579970</id><published>2006-05-21T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T09:54:31.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother to-be?!</title><content type='html'>wekeke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love entertaining kids..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was at Salvation  in SS2 getting all grouchy with the hot sun and full belly of wan ton noodles..&lt;br /&gt;mum and her cell buddies wanted to visit Salvation for .. for.. dunno watever reason la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ya.. i slug my way in..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*nahhh... no cute guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;continue to slug around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i head to the least complicating of books.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;THE CHILDREN'S SECTION!!!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dang dang dangggg!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya.. the christian books all so &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"ka-cheng"&lt;/span&gt; tat i always need an antidote to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chun-ness&lt;/span&gt; of the theories that exalts God..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there i was.. trying to pick some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;picture picture&lt;/span&gt; book that had the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LEAST&lt;/span&gt; words so tat i can understand and smile foolishly to myself.. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...............suddenly... this little small girl abt the age of 2 years waddles in the children's section (its a wonder how she knows where its located!) and picks out a book below.. n says, "its mine"&lt;br /&gt;.. waddling off again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okieeee.. ya.. watever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then 2 minutes later, an older girl of about the age 5 years walks  to the children's section.. really pretty girl.. sweet and really nice eyes..&lt;br /&gt;she looks at the books, then looks at the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;overgrown&lt;/span&gt; me and says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"can u read to me?! i don't know how to read yet..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waaa... her eyes all watery and nice.. so cute somemore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW TO REJECT?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i said.. ya!!! why not?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehhe.. so i asked her to pick out a book...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess whats she picks.. she picked a poetry rhyming book on bible stories... haaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how is she going to understand la?! the words used are not of the normal use of a sweet girl that age.. so i also &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;dungu&lt;/span&gt; la.. i act as if she dont know every word... trying my best to give in intonation (learnt tat from high-school teachers who do not have intonation!!) and raising my voice dramatically.. hahaha then she says, i know this word.. *aiyak.. paiseh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when she got a little fidgity, i thought she was no longer interested.. however, she grabbed my hand and said, "continue..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so cute... my heart melted.. wanted to kidnapp her n run away.. heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 2year old girl however was hapilly slouched on the floor ripping out the pricetags on the books one by one!! ahaa the older girl shouted at her.. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Esther, dont do that.. i tell mommiee.. MOMIEEEEE!!! U SEE WHAT ESTHER DOING!!!!?!&lt;/span&gt;" haha so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna have cute kids... so i need a cute husband..&lt;br /&gt;~oops! i forgot.. i havent even completed the first step of being attached yet!! darn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya.. their names were Nicole and Esther.. cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-114909447188579970?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/114909447188579970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=114909447188579970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/114909447188579970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/114909447188579970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2006/05/mother-to-be.html' title='Mother to-be?!'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-114814677275523245</id><published>2006-05-08T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T06:29:03.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my 1st friend's wedding.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/P5080206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/P5080206.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; recently got invited for my ex-collueague's wedding.. first time wei!! was really excited.. especially to meet back with the old people that i worked with for 2 months plus... (i have a bad memory.. was really slow in remembering their names!)&lt;br /&gt;heh.. anw, was really swell..&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; though i felt over-dressed somehow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Mr. Ken Lam Chong Khen and Miss Chelsen Liow Sook Keng's wedding!!!&lt;br /&gt;held in Klang ont he 7th of May 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/ken-wedding%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/ken-wedding%20009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; starting of cam-whorring..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tracy's next to me.. some of them said we were sisters.. look alike meh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/ken-wedding%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/ken-wedding%20010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Norman and me! (i look terrified)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/ken-wedding%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/ken-wedding%20012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; bottom row: Janet, Ricky, Kenny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/ken-wedding%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/ken-wedding%20013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this is Adam and Annette... wonderful peeps that i met at Maersk.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. so Ken starting to do his visitation thingi la.. as the groom.. =) haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the Maersk group got excited and asked Ken to KISS the bride, Chelsen.. for as long as they said &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YAAAMMMMMM SEEEEENNNGGGG.......!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/ken-wedding%20018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/ken-wedding%20018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The persuasion continues.. (he's forced to stand on the chair)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ken is trying to save his face..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying to talk out of this one eh... hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*the lovely bride awaits for the kiss*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;btw, she's so thin!!! she's my inspiration to lose.. er.. some weight.. aha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/ken-wedding%20022.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/ken-wedding%20022.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; YEA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ~wooooo!!!!!! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;cheers!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the guys look even more excited than during a footie match! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/ken-wedding%20019.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/ken-wedding%20019.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *MMMmuuuuaaaaaaa.....................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/ken-wedding%20023.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/ken-wedding%20023.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; .......................................................... (the crowd stares in awe)...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/ken-wedding%20021.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/ken-wedding%20021.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; .......................................cks... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;muacks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-114814677275523245?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/114814677275523245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=114814677275523245&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/114814677275523245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/114814677275523245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-1st-friends-wedding.html' title='my 1st friend&apos;s wedding.'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-114693345604973211</id><published>2006-05-06T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T09:37:36.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>please burn in Hell..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width: 400; text-align: center; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-right: 0; margin-left: 0; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0; background: #7F0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BAD COOKS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circle I Limbo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-right: 10; margin-left: 10; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0; background: #8F0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monash University&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circle II Whirling in a Dark &amp; Stormy Wind&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-right: 20; margin-left: 20; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0; background: #9F0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;fishballs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circle III Mud, Rain, Cold, Hail &amp; Snow&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-right: 30; margin-left: 30; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0; background: #AF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Parents who bring squalling brats to R-rated movies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circle IV Rolling Weights&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-right: 40; margin-left: 40; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0; background: #BF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;hot guys with not-so-hot chix&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circle V Stuck in Mud, Mangled&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-style: solid none; border-color: black; background: white; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0;"&gt;River Styx&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-right: 50; margin-left: 50; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0; background: #CF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ANTS!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circle VI Buried for Eternity&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-style: solid none; border-color: black; background: white; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0;"&gt;River Phlegyas&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-right: 60; margin-left: 60; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0; background: #DF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;my fats&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circle VII Burning Sands&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-right: 70; margin-left: 70; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0; background: #EF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monash University's assignments&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circle IIX Immersed in Excrement&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-right: 80; margin-left: 80; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0; background: #FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Motorists&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circle IX Frozen in Ice&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gaydeceiver.com/misc/hell/" style="color: red;"&gt;Design your own hell&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got this from neillie's page.. hmm.. venting my stress out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should be doin my financial modelling assingment but i just cant seem to stop clicking outside of the topic!!! arghhhhhhhh!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-114693345604973211?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/114693345604973211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=114693345604973211&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/114693345604973211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/114693345604973211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2006/05/please-burn-in-hell.html' title='please burn in Hell..'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-114692686391869517</id><published>2006-05-06T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T07:54:30.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrong line perhaps?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Scholastic Strength Is Deep Thinking&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoumajorinquiz/deep-thinking.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You aren't afraid to delve head first into a difficult subject, with mastery as your goal.You are talented at adapting, motivating others, managing resources, and analyzing risk.&lt;br /&gt;You should major in:&lt;br /&gt;PhilosophyMusicTheologyArtHistoryForeign language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Should You Major In?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;philosophy?&lt;/span&gt; never learnt it.. so dont know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;music?&lt;/span&gt; gawd.. i play the piano n violin not so beautifully...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;theology?!!&lt;/span&gt; no wonder pastors have good impressions towards me.. *ahem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;ART...&lt;/span&gt; now u're talking.... love it.. but parents have this stereotype thinking that u're only famous when u die...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;HisTory?!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;his story&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EEeee-yUCK!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; *vomits blood... hated in in secondary school.. maybe its because we were learning all that Islam shit... if we had learn something more about world history and probably in English (&lt;em&gt;thank you&lt;/em&gt;) i would have appreciated it more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;Foreign Language..&lt;/span&gt; i like i like.. but why is it that i've not make much progress &lt;em&gt;avec la langue Francais?? Pourquoi?!! Merdeee!!! Je suis tres stupide!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahem.. not to mention my bahasa kebangsaan.. sudah lupa semua la... nak pangil makanan pun dah susah ni.. haha still get confused with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;teh o'ais limau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;teh ais limau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. i know.. please kill me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mandarine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;em&gt;ni haw ma&lt;/em&gt;? &lt;em&gt;wo you yi ke lao sher&lt;/em&gt;.. ok ok.. i was trying to say i took it up for.. half a year?! haha i know.. &lt;em&gt;papa mama deedee meimei&lt;/em&gt;.. animals? i can.. er.. &lt;em&gt;gow, he ma, chang ching lu, xiao miaw&lt;/em&gt;... haha i know song too!! &lt;em&gt;pai pai shou, pai pai shou&lt;/em&gt;... hahah &lt;em&gt;ke ren lai&lt;/em&gt;.. &lt;em&gt;kan papa&lt;/em&gt;.. &lt;em&gt;papa bu chai chia&lt;/em&gt;.. (dunno dy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can speak snippets of :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hokkien&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-kanasai!! chiak sai pang peng!! er.. wat other swearing words?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cantonese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- please... honest one.. i can speak cantonese.. but i dont know why my friends like to tease me saying i'm a banana.. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i can speak!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;chap fun, pan mee, kai fun, chee yok... haha really i can speak.. im not bulling here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;teowchew&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-same as hokkien ya?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hakka&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-*shy.. im hakka... cant speak nuts.. only one sentence.. "&lt;em&gt;lu kong ko yi pai, amoi pong yi how&lt;/em&gt;".. please.. i learnt it in std4? thanks to yeeling..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as one can see.. am i in the right course? business? i mean i want to be rich la.. that was my main purpose coming into business.. but.. is it me? i cant even do accounts!!! how laa..... ~sweats...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha but looking ont he other side... they don't seem too &lt;em&gt;promising&lt;/em&gt;.....heh &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-114692686391869517?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/114692686391869517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=114692686391869517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/114692686391869517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/114692686391869517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2006/05/wrong-line-perhaps.html' title='Wrong line perhaps?'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-114681880305051645</id><published>2006-05-05T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T01:46:47.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Name shames...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;meet  Della&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;meet  Samsi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;meet  MEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Della&lt;/span&gt; is my latest most-touched (&lt;em&gt;so fortunate.. i know!)&lt;/em&gt; object of obsession.. she's 15.4inches wide, silver and has a white lining.. *smiles.. i like i like... she gets pressed on her buttons daily!!! i know!!! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Samsi&lt;/span&gt; is the latest created name for my dearest ol'faithful communication tool which died on me 2 days ago... i dunno how it happened! she died on me againnnnnn! 2nd time.. she just got into a coma and her face is just &lt;strong&gt;blank!!&lt;/strong&gt; i wish i could ask her to show me some emotions! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MEL&lt;/span&gt; is my latest cutesy-wootsey lil animal which is green and has a shell on her back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M-Melanie&lt;br /&gt;E-Erni&lt;br /&gt;L-Laura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was bought when the three of us were together and decided to name her.. (&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she's just got the cutest sweetest smile on earth!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hence her name's MEL.. by pure coincidence that its Melanie's name! haha&lt;br /&gt;she takes care of the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TRANSPORTER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.... hahaha thats what i decided to name my car... haha sounds weird calling her &lt;strong&gt;Wajie&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;Wedjie&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;Weggie&lt;/strong&gt;.. or what-so-ever.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... if u ever hear me talk a weird language.. it must be them i'm referring to.. i seem to like naming things... heh....&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;besides all the happy happy things happening, i seem to feel distant.. i feel that everythign is so far away from me.. cant seem to reach for it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;its like that KLCC tower that i see yet cant seem to reach due to the massive jam..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do i feel that i'm putting in so much &lt;strong&gt;effort&lt;/strong&gt; when i dont even know if u bother or even care about me!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;do u think &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;KLCC tower cares&lt;/span&gt; that im making so much effort going through the jam and rain and shoutings and honks from other experienced drivers??!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i even worthy to be someone of importance,&lt;br /&gt;someone worth to think about,&lt;br /&gt;someone whom deserves as much love as you demand for,&lt;br /&gt;someone who has feelings,&lt;br /&gt;someone who wants to be heard for once,&lt;br /&gt;someone who just wants to stop hearing all your complaints,&lt;br /&gt;someone who's sick of picking up after you,&lt;br /&gt;someone who wants to be understood,&lt;br /&gt;someone who wishes that someone could stop and get to know her a little better,&lt;br /&gt;someone who hates it when you forget her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shiate.. i hope its not depression..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess the saying is true... "friends do make the world go round"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just want to thank those who have been around and stickin with me the past few days... its has really been a SUCH a pleasure.. appreciate those times with you..&lt;br /&gt;thanks for stopping and smelling the flowers around you and getting to know their names and how they thrive.. i'm that flower...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pastor leechoo once and repeatedly said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Never depend on man as they can fail YOU.. but depend on God as he never fails YOU.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how is it that when i depend on man, they seemed  to have failed me... and just as i start to depend on God, it seems that he failed me at that point of time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who am i then to depend on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hang by the cliff with just a little finger holding my whole weight .. it feels that im falling... falling so deeply into this ditch....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as quoted, "&lt;em&gt;Diggin my own grave&lt;/em&gt;" Hannah Wong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i just as bad as everyone else who neglect friends? but i dont seem to think so.. however if i am, please kick me in the laurels.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, i think God has blessed me abundantly lately..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question:&lt;br /&gt;Do we love God for who he is? or what he has blessed me with..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i have been doing the latter... hence my stagnant christian walk....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess, with blessings, its just a sign for me that he's there... he exists... n that i have a confirmation that he loves me.... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really got to get back on track..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-114681880305051645?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/114681880305051645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=114681880305051645&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/114681880305051645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/114681880305051645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2006/05/name-shames.html' title='Name shames...'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-114646972636546817</id><published>2006-05-01T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T00:48:46.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>proud to be a Hakka-mui..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/abaccus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/400/abaccus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abbaccus.. this is the name of the delectable dish sitting next to this text... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; its super Yummieee!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keke had my aunts and uncle from my mother's side over last nite.. n my mum cooked Sarawak Laksa and this cute dish!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she learnt it form my dad' s side who are Hakkas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ahem.. me, my dad, auntie Annie (kim kim) n my cousin timothy made the cute button-like mushroom yam thingis..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha we had our hands in it!!! but it was fun!!&lt;br /&gt;notice the small hole that contains the meat and ingredients in it..=) i tell u.. chinese are so smart!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, it is claimed that Hakka mui's are fierce... hmmm... wonder if that applies to mixed Hakka and Teowchew muis!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apart from that, the past two nights were fun hanging out with my cousins from my mother's side...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;really needed them to get my mind off somethings.. thanks god for them... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. it is a change as we werent tat close the past few years and ii guess things have really changed.. =) i enjoy their company (not tat i never did) but due to certain sircumstances, our relationship was strained..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder if we'll ever still be in contact if the older generation passes us by...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. i guess we've got to see into the future then! hopefully not.. coz i've had so many wonderful memories with them and would not trade them for anything else in the world.. i love u guys!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-114646972636546817?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/114646972636546817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=114646972636546817&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/114646972636546817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/114646972636546817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2006/05/proud-to-be-hakka-mui.html' title='proud to be a Hakka-mui..'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-114624874161424570</id><published>2006-04-26T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T11:28:31.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>caught ya!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/lizard%20003.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/lizard%20003.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/lizard%20003.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/lizard%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;well.. here are the promised pictures... ermmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;confession.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i really felt bad... as in REALLY bad.......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;felt as though i was one of those evil elephant poachers who kill the elephants for their tusks...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but this was worst!!!! i killed a lizard for blogging purposes!!!!&lt;br /&gt;haha actuallyy.. not really!! just tot i'd kill two birds with one stone as i thought it was pretty cool.. =P turns out, i feel remorseful..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/lizard%20016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/lizard%20016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; here lies the innocent lizard... born into this world to live and out of means to live, he decided to have a piece of the yummy cookie.. turns out, it was a trap!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/lizard%20011.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/lizard%20011.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; omg omg omg!!!! look at his eyes..... shit.. i feel bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/lizard%20002.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/lizard%20002.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; really felt as though the lizard was in a slaughter house ready for me to slaughter him by taking pictures and promoting a product..... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh welll... as i was walkin downstairs to off my wireless, guess wat i saw!!!!&lt;br /&gt;2 BIG LIZARDS.. told u.. my house is infested with lizards... must be all the good cookies left lying around....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ya,... goin to set another trap soon.. pretty soon... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much for pitying this lil fella here.... aiks! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-114624874161424570?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/114624874161424570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=114624874161424570&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/114624874161424570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/114624874161424570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2006/04/caught-ya.html' title='caught ya!!'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-114595727958398353</id><published>2006-04-24T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T02:27:59.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The lizard planet.. or was it animal planet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/P4240175.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my mum hates all the creepy crawlies in our sweet lil home... we have a problem with.. LIZARDS.. mum hates them crawling all over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had an experience where i stepped on my rubish bin opener n out jumped a lizard onto my THIGH!!!! it was cold... really cold... reptile ma... haiz... scared the living daylights off me... didnt know wat to do.. so ya... it decided to jump off after some &lt;strong&gt;grueling&lt;/strong&gt; seconds... hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so one day she went to her lil' sister's place and she recommended this!!! its non-toxic, fun and finishes the job well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far, we've tested the product n we've caught, 2 big lizards, 2 baby lizards and a cricket(no idea wat he was doin there).... so ya. one big family caught...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just yesterday, mum spotted another big lizard.. so she thinks its the big lizzard's MISTRESS....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ya.. we're on the mission to catch the mistress.... tadahh!!! n here goes our little adventure....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i know!!! this is better than animal planet or wats-nots)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, the results willl be out tomorro... lets lay the trap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/P4240169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/P4240169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; look what we have here.... =) its S-T-I-C-K-Y......&lt;br /&gt;So ok.. first, remove paper&lt;br /&gt;second, open food packet&lt;br /&gt;thirdly, lay food on the sticky middle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/P4240170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/P4240170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; TA DAHHHH!!!! my masterpiece!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/P4240172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/P4240172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "hmmm.. looks pretty sticky.. lets see what happens if i try to grab one lil'cookie...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/P4240171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/P4240171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; shittt!!! its stuck!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/P4240174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/P4240174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; tadahh!!! here i come, the lil lizard... "mmm.. wats that? looks yummy... smells good.... mmm!!! "&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(he doesnt know its a trap!!! shhh!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/P4240177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/P4240177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; just imagine if u were the lizard.. this would be the tempting view.. yummy.... keke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/P4240175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/P4240175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the revolutionary gadget... that is a MUST!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/P4240176.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/P4240176.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; its the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;best!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-114595727958398353?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/114595727958398353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=114595727958398353&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/114595727958398353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/114595727958398353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2006/04/lizard-planet-or-was-it-animal-planet.html' title='The lizard planet.. or was it animal planet?'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-114103326821610406</id><published>2006-02-27T01:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T01:41:08.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i look like a whatttttttt?!!</title><content type='html'>shiate... today went to uni.. 1st day of uni for the year 2006...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really.. sad.... as in when i walked intot he lecture theatre, i didnt really see any familiar faces... i miss all those who left for aussie.. i miss joleen, li yee n the rest.. teehee.. miss hanging out n chatting wit u all... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw went for lecture today.. got to re-know han shaing? or han guang? er.. ok.. han something.. &gt;,&lt; dun tell!!! n kevin.. we were int he same class last year for some china lady's class la.. so ya.. sat with them for the lecture.. got to know them a little better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly...... kevin popped this question..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"eh.. u Indonesian right?"&lt;br /&gt;*i looked shocked and a little aghast*&lt;br /&gt;me,"serious meh? no la.. i pure malaysian!!!! 2 generations dy!!!"&lt;br /&gt;"harh!!! u really look like an Indo la.. u got the look.. really got the look"&lt;br /&gt;im like, " what look? i got what look?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, this is not.. i repeat.. NOT the 1st time... dam..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last time, if some can recall, i was referred to as the"maid" when my mother asked an air-cond repair man to come fix MY BLARDY AIRCOND... sad life la.. what to do.. dont look like malaysian, dun look ike chinese.. but look like indon and phillipino... paolo's sister!!! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. ya.. tats the story of the day.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mebe i shoud invest in plastic surgery? nahhhh...  i like the way i am now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-114103326821610406?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/114103326821610406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=114103326821610406&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/114103326821610406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/114103326821610406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-look-like-whatttttttt.html' title='i look like a whatttttttt?!!'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-113895546391097339</id><published>2006-02-02T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T00:37:37.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>esprit shopping spree!!!</title><content type='html'>recently before the 28th, me and a few of my beloved friends were on this &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;esprit craze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i dont really have this thing for esprit but after this event, i think esprit is not too bad after all! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, there was a great promotion where there was a lucky draw and in that lucky draw, one could get discounts up till &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;50%!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw so the 1st time, paolin got the 50% thingi and me and weili went with paolin.. she wasnt too interested but me and weili were.. so we bought almost &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;RM1,000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; worth of esprit products after discount of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 2nd time, weili got it.. ok.. he forced it more likely.. hehe ask him for the story! how he harassed the sales guy and put on his angry frustrated customer-rights acting skills! hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the 2nd time was&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; kao kao.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, xan, weili, daniel koh, calvin yong, my mother (busybody) and aunty laiyong went..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was night time when we went.. really pity the sales people at sunway pyramid.. a big shout out to those peeps who had to work overtime for us!!! hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/DSC_1650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/400/DSC_1650.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the highlight of the day was... we had 60 freakin percent off!!!! thanks to the extra 10% fromt he card.. and now, both me and calvin have the discount card as we spend &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;RM1211.72&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. *AHEM.. after discount mind you.. meaning we spent almost &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;RM4000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. nearly la.. AMAZING!!!! was really fun tho..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks guys for the fun night of mere chaos... (esp finding that last item to get the discount card!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus did you know that shopping with guys can be really....&lt;br /&gt;erm.. oko k.. i admit it!!! its erm.. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fun?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i really enjoyed asking them opini0ns and getting feedback.. i guess some of them really have good tastes.. esp metrosexuals!!! haha thanks guys! u guys rock!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-113895546391097339?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/113895546391097339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=113895546391097339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/113895546391097339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/113895546391097339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2006/02/esprit-shopping-spree.html' title='esprit shopping spree!!!'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-113892784915922790</id><published>2006-02-02T16:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T16:50:49.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TAG! u're it!</title><content type='html'>my dearest friend,&lt;br /&gt;neillie&lt;br /&gt;aka cheneille&lt;br /&gt;aka miss neo&lt;br /&gt;aka ming yi&lt;br /&gt;aka goldfish&lt;br /&gt;aka miss-horse-laughter&lt;br /&gt;n other akas..&lt;br /&gt;haha anw, she tagged me! haha.. was pretty shocked.. but anyways fun.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically i've got to create a story using the following words:&lt;br /&gt;and using them only ONCE!&lt;br /&gt;1. I&lt;br /&gt;2. me&lt;br /&gt;3. blowjob&lt;br /&gt;4. grapes&lt;br /&gt;5. random&lt;br /&gt;6. power&lt;br /&gt;7. loneliness&lt;br /&gt;8. water&lt;br /&gt;9. robot&lt;br /&gt;10. blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mind you, it has got to be at least 200 words.. er. neillie, could i bend that rule a lil? *gasps* what is it?  i can? ok.. thanks! haha u're a gem!&lt;br /&gt;(i'll try keepin them in order!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I &lt;/strong&gt;am laura, this is &lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;. Having the tendency to give &lt;strong&gt;blowjob&lt;/strong&gt;s to&lt;strong&gt; grapes&lt;/strong&gt; is my passion. This started with the &lt;strong&gt;random&lt;/strong&gt; thought finding them a little too small for my liking. Therefore blowing them would make them erm.. juicier?? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making them bigger and juicier would hence give me the &lt;strong&gt;power&lt;/strong&gt; to conquer &lt;strong&gt;loneliness&lt;/strong&gt; as one would probably be too distracted with them being super juicy with the juice &lt;strong&gt;water&lt;/strong&gt; gushing out when one takes a bite to it. This could be a very big discovery as such with &lt;strong&gt;robots&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken-hearted people could just sit all by themselves and bite into those big juicy things and have that special feeling inside of them. =) and also thanks to my big mouth.. This topic could be rather out-of-the &lt;strong&gt;blue&lt;/strong&gt; but admitting that your freind here writing this is pretty crappy could be a good start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;150 words!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;standing ovation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the people i would like to tag are:&lt;br /&gt;all those on my link list... =) except calvin n neillie coz they were already tagged!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-113892784915922790?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/113892784915922790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=113892784915922790&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/113892784915922790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/113892784915922790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2006/02/tag-ure-it.html' title='TAG! u&apos;re it!'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-113893728402009607</id><published>2006-01-29T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T19:28:04.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>gong xi fa cai! n happy birthday!</title><content type='html'>gong xi fa cai&lt;br /&gt;san yin fai lok&lt;br /&gt;lin lin you yui&lt;br /&gt;poh poh gou sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah cant think of any other greetings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cny was........&lt;br /&gt;tiring for me.. =)&lt;br /&gt;ok, maybe i should be happy that i was not bored to &lt;em&gt;tears&lt;/em&gt; as some have related to me.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mind u, im not really chinese.. heck! i dont even speak proper chinese.. just mere blabbing of them.. banana.. thats my middle name..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laura ann (and) banana liew shao xian!&lt;br /&gt;(but i intend to change my middle name..currently learning mandarine! yay!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus some have told me that i dont even look chinese.. what?! a maid?! malay? dam...... plastic surgery? no no no....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok here are some "interesting" events that happened the past week-&lt;br /&gt;*warning*-long post ahead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Chinese new year's eve..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This year's new year was no different than other new years.. spent it with my father's side of the family.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but somehow thing were also different in its own way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just recently, about 2 weeks before chinese new year, my granmother was bedridden.. her back bone was giving way and she visited a specialist. She has always had problems with her back but this was the ultimate one. The doctor tried to do reverse "phsycology" but more like "physicalogy" on her.. he decided to give her a big whack on her back to in-attempt-to heal her back.. what he did made my granmother even worst.. i mean she's small enough already n giving her a big blow really blew her off her feet.. she pratically screamed "AIYAK!" (this was how she described to me in chinese way too profound for me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there we were.. all the family menbers (my grandmother has only 2 sons and 3 girls) basically only the sons come back because the women would have to follow their husbands. We had a feast of lots of fatty pork (my uncle loves drinking oil-can u imagine kfc with butter?!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what had become of my poor grandmother? she had to lie down on bed whilst hearing all the loud commotions and happy cheers from her room.. =P felt really bad... sigh... tried to accompany her but i think she must be really bored with my company as i cant even express myself.. in chinese.. btw when i was younger i spoke in malay with her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after dinner, my parents and me did something so-not-chinese..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to giant... -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did last minute grocery shopping.. n giant was kind enough to open till 12am for us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chinese New Year!! year of the woof woof!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese new year didnt feel chinese... it felt like every other ordinary day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;attended church as it was also a sunday, didnt even wear red that day to service.. there was only one service, expecting not many people to be in town. but it was fun hanging out with my parents as ALL my church friends ditched me (being not around-ladeeda) esp one daring cell leader who int he midst of mahjong-ing forgot that it was a sunday!!! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after service, went home to change.. i wanted to wear somehting red.. maybe influenced and wanted to feel chinese la.. so yea.. donned a red skirt and my new esprit tee!!! &gt;,&lt; so after a short rest, we headed back to peejay to my granny's house once again to eat.. er.. "chai".. its supposed to be vegetarian day due to the fatty meat we consumed the day before.. =P btw, i deteste chai.. ok.. i dont enjoy it.. *yuck* makes face-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the ordeal of chai, my family and i headed down to SIB's senior pastor's hse as Ps. Lee Choo invited us there.. =) my 1st time being in their house.. was really nice.. its located somewhere near HELP institute.. damansara something.. haha really nice place.. Ps. Lee Choo is really a super woman decorating her house with themes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat there till evening, chatted with jonathan chew-really nice getting to know him... btw, he's a commentator on astro for football.. er.. if im not wrong, he comments for spain, and 2 other countries..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe later that evening, my parents and the wong family had this bizarre idea to watch Fearless... somy dad and josh went out to 1U to try to get tickets.. unfortunately, none could be obtained.. so anyways we joined the wong family for their reunion dinner which was quite cool as it was done outdoors.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, a shout out to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;Calvin Seak Zhang Hui&lt;/span&gt; who turned&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; 20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on the 29th of January!&lt;br /&gt;Happy happy birthday to ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/Photo0549411.jpg" border="0" /&gt;haha old already lorr... no more teen-ager!!! keke&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just some words of appreciation:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for being my friend&lt;br /&gt;thank you for being there for me&lt;br /&gt;thank you for taking time off for me&lt;br /&gt;thank you for caring for me&lt;br /&gt;thank you for all the memories&lt;br /&gt;thank you for sharing laughter with me&lt;br /&gt;thank you for trying new things with me&lt;br /&gt;thank you for teaching me computer stuff  &gt;,&lt; i know i suck at that&lt;br /&gt;thank you for sharing your life with me&lt;br /&gt;thank you for everything... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;ps. just realised everything has got to do with the word &lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;.. haha im so self-centered!!!  must change must change.. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-113893728402009607?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/113893728402009607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=113893728402009607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/113893728402009607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/113893728402009607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2006/01/gong-xi-fa-cai-n-happy-birthday.html' title='gong xi fa cai! n happy birthday!'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-113800333222942562</id><published>2006-01-22T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T00:07:02.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>friends... they either make you or break you..</title><content type='html'>friends.. do we really need them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven't we already had enought cat fights and heart breaks not forgetting disappointments...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Question:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do we still go back to making new friends when the ones that we already have are already hurting us with their ignorance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends whom i thought i had ignore me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are they just too busy or plain ignorant?&lt;br /&gt;do they even care?&lt;br /&gt;why do i even bother keeping in contact with them when they probably dont even want to keep in contact with me?&lt;br /&gt;am i that unlikeable?&lt;br /&gt;do i scare them?&lt;br /&gt;or worst.. am i like that too? *screams in horror*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would like to comment (regarding the sentence above) that eventhough to some, i may not seem to be there.. but know that at least i do make an effort to return calls, and to at least keep in contact.. unlike some who in the midst of pursuing their goals and dreams forget those who were once in their lives.. those who once shared that special moment.. those who cried with them, smiled with them through trials and tribulation..once..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really, im really &lt;strong&gt;pissed off&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;fed up&lt;/strong&gt; of keepin up with you... if i feel that i've already done my bit in just messaging you or letting you know i care or just existing and you just dont want to give two blardy *toots*.. why should i bother anymore?! whats done is done.. i know i no longer exist in your world and am just a spare tyre when you need help. oh gawd.. how can i be so naive?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do i even bother hoping that you'll treat me different from others as i've heard many stories about you not treasuring friendship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do i treasure friendships?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it just the plain fact that just because im not the opposite sex that you don't think you'll get anything off me? that im not worth the TIME? ATTENTION?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah.. screw it.. u'll never know cause you dont even read this pathetic blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(btw, you is just not you but you[s]-plural)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee5de;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Your Sleeping Position Says&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#fff5ee;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are secretly sensitive, but you often put up a front.Shy and private, you yearn for security.You take relationships slowly. You need lots of reassurances before you can trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;that's me.. my position? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;fetal position.. says alot doesnt it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i only get security from curling up with my blankie and "Chow chen tou"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-113800333222942562?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/113800333222942562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=113800333222942562&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/113800333222942562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/113800333222942562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2006/01/friends-they-either-make-you-or-break.html' title='friends... they either make you or break you..'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-113774813763029577</id><published>2006-01-19T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T01:08:57.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lola Balola!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;The Name Game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lola lola balola...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;banana fanna &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;falola....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;fee fi malola.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lola!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;quoted from &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Ng Pao Lin's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; sms...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*giggles. always get tickled from that song... =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;im happie happie today!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like a child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time has reversed to when i was still in frilly dresses with black patent shoes.. =P n not forgetting the hats hats! (straw hats too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;2 LOLLIPOPS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; today!!! one big n one small.. +grinz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my collegue from Maersk, call centre departmement... ta dahh!!! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tracy Cheong!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;btw, she's an &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;only child&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (we're not spoilt.. i repeat.. NOT spoilt.. ) too n getting married end of this year!!! happenings! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="143" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/Photo0677.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;big lollipop&lt;/span&gt; is round n big n has this &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;grape &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;picture on it... gosh! it smells good... (sniffs the packaging-eventhough its wrapped = stupid gurl!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*drools&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tracy's so sweet.. she found out tat i like sweets n brought them for me today! -touched-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.. n did i fail to mention that the smaller lollipop's brand is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;Ola Bola!!!&lt;/span&gt; just like the song! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;ola ola balola&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;banana fanna fo nana&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;fee fa mo manna&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ola!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just watched &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Memoirs of a geisha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; last night.. its good... keke i mean i was drooling at the girls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the guys.. i cant say much about them.. *vomits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw,&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;zhang zing yi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is prettyyyy!! n so is the smaller younger version of her in the show... really sweet.. n her eyes... *melts... its really deep.. her eyes so lovely.. i wonder how i'd look with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;grey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; blue&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;watery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; eyes.. keke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;learnt a few things from that show.. now i've got to practice how to &lt;em&gt;get a guy's attention&lt;/em&gt; with just &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;one glance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... haha awesomeness! looks like i've got to practice harder.. -groans-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a fun time takin sticker pictures too.. haha i guess i've learnt tat i suck at taking them coz i &lt;em&gt;still cant seem&lt;/em&gt; to understand the Japanese words! n there i was actin all smart.. keke &gt;,&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a new addition to the family..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;its &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; again (yes i know!), cute, soft n hug-able like stariee, has got 4 short stouty legs... n a cute curly worly tail!!! resembles someone? haha  yes it does!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;btw, i forgot to blog abt my outing to KLCC with calvin yong.. do u know that we haf been friends for exactly.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 10 YEARS!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This year is our 10th year of knowing each other..though we had some rough patches, i'm glad that u are my closest guy friend whom i knows loves me for who i am and cares so much for me.. i could never find a better closer girl fr.. OOPS! i meant guy friend as YOU!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;u definitely believe in me n supports me in whatever i do.. *smiles.. we've seen each other grow so much.. mentally n spiritually.. not forgetting physically~ i did grow k.. huh!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Growing up with calvinYong&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;He is a great advisor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He loves shopping&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He's a great fashion advisor (really enjoyed playing barbie doll to u!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he's got good taste in fashion &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;n he's not shy to tell u abt it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he loves his family.. ALOT&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bullies his mum... &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;drives like a crazy nut (but now better dy) thanks to me!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;loves soya bean.. *yuck!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;had diarrhea from soya bean&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bullies me!!!!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;loves Murni eversince he found out abt it.. we went there everyday then!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;loves God&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;loves accounting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;loves dressing sloppily&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;loves to get not-so-flashy watches n wallets when he's got the real thing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pinched me till i cried n left an australia map on my hand&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;loves tennis&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;loving photography at the moment &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;loves chattering like a monkey on the phone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;loves me!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pretty sensitive at times but he's working on it!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;there are too many things to say abt my good friend here.. but ya.. just wan to thank u for being there for me eventhough i wasnt at times.. love ya! *hugs&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-113774813763029577?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/113774813763029577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=113774813763029577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/113774813763029577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/113774813763029577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2006/01/lola-balola.html' title='Lola Balola!'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-113766373070896128</id><published>2006-01-19T01:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T01:42:11.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*sour n dry!</title><content type='html'>it is the dawn of a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;new year&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;the time where the chinese spend SPEND SPEND!&lt;br /&gt;Lots of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;GOLD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;where lions decorated festively, &lt;em&gt;dance n prance&lt;/em&gt; around..&lt;br /&gt;lots of eats..&lt;br /&gt;n lots of visiting people&lt;br /&gt;n not forgetting... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ANG POWS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha somehow the last sentence doesnt &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;excite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; me tat much anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still remember those times when i was young n would so look forward to the red packets that were given out by MARRIED aunties n uncles... keke the joy of just receiving would bring a smile to anyone's face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at one point it was just abt the $$ inside.. hoping the red packet contained the red or even better, the purple coloured paper with a portrait of our agung..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wit me earning my own $$ n somehow being older, the amount &lt;em&gt;doesnt really matter&lt;/em&gt; i guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;want to know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha its because even as i grow older n the value of $$ begins to look smaller to me, i stil receive the SAME amount from ppl.. ok ok.. i'm getting pretty ungrateful here.. but ya.. that's reality... the joy just isnt as much as it used to be.. keke but i wont complain if u gave me an ang pow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw i got my 1st &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;MANDARINE ORANGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; today!!! lo kam.. ok.. it was actually &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Honey Po Kam... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;honey my foot!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super duper &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sour&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; la.. ok. maybe minus the duper.. keke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but being in this company, i've learnt many new things.. *smiels.. never ending learning process...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;DONT BUY ORANGES THIS YEAR!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe till like later...&lt;br /&gt;i heard that this year's oranges will be sour &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SOUR!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is because CNY is earlier this year (jan) when it's normally end of feb.. =)&lt;br /&gt;the oranges in china have to be harvested to be sent here on time.. therefore they are not ripe as they are not in season yet... therefore the story of the sour oranges!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw they're pretty &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;dry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but rumours say that the latter batch will be alright.. so &lt;strong&gt;dont go buying oranges now&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on top of that, this year's prices are much &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;higher&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; due to the shortage in oranges as they are not in season yet.. wow.. i learnt economics, agronomics n wats-nots-nomics here! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this rocks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-113766373070896128?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/113766373070896128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=113766373070896128&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/113766373070896128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/113766373070896128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2006/01/sour-n-dry.html' title='*sour n dry!'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-113757439193922824</id><published>2006-01-17T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T00:53:12.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>can u beliff this woman!</title><content type='html'>-didnt feel like goin to work today&lt;br /&gt;-woke up late.. all alarm clocks out. thanks to revamping my room into a more "studious" feel &gt;,&lt;&lt;br /&gt;-dad woke up late&lt;br /&gt;-mum had to drop me at work&lt;br /&gt;-she asked for a goodbye kiss but as i bent to kiss her cheek, she drew away too fast&lt;br /&gt;-she was late for work&lt;br /&gt;-i was late for work&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SOME  PeoPLe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; didnt go to work today.. *ahem.. saying,"not enough sleep lah!"&lt;br /&gt;-had a &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;morning call&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; this morning *smiles widely&lt;br /&gt;-spent the whole mornin day &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;g..... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;or zoning out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;this morning, there were new recruits in my office.. 2 girls.. or woman if u want o call them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;so ya.. one malay girl, maybe in her 20's and an indian lady, prolly in her 40's..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;my supervisor briefed them on what to do n it went on for almost an hour?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;so ya.. i was &lt;em&gt;supposed&lt;/em&gt; to be in it too.. but i guess i was too *yawn.. sleepy to concentrate (refer to 1st point above!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;so after the briefing, i was supposed to help them log on the computer n open up the system...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;the indian lady asked me if she could go for a &lt;strong&gt;break&lt;/strong&gt;.. as in coffee break.. so ya.. why not? i mean, how long can one drink coffee right? 5, 10 mins? haha neways, there she went about 1050am.. she told the malay girl tat she wanted to make a &lt;strong&gt;call&lt;/strong&gt;.. keke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;lies &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lies&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;lies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;we waited for her..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;n waited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;n WAITEDDD...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;time passed.. my supervisor asked where was she.. i was like.. "dunno!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;haha before long it was 1140am.. she was gone... like Gone with The Wind..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;we figured out that she got scared of the tasks or something n just decided to leave... haha! i mean.. SO RUDE! just tell that u dun wan the freaking job with so many requirements politely la.. make us wait only... cis.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;some people are just so inconsiderate!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;btw, for those who don't know, im working at &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maersk Line&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. pretty fun.. but lately things haf been goin slow.. haha maybe its because i haven been getting enough eye-candy like the past few weeks! *wails.. hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;anw, there are rumours that i haf to shift to the new office in february.. P &amp; O Nedloydd's office (the company that Maersk just bought over) n thats like in Kuala Lumpur!!! Wisma Boustead? Jalan Raja Chulan.. like where is tat la... ish ish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;darn... then i should haf taken the stewpid HLA (Hong Leong Assurance) job instead.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;nah.... dun think it would be half as fun as this job!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;hehe ya.. so &lt;strong&gt;no real&lt;/strong&gt; news yet.. but if i were to be left here in Subang with all the other of my sales department there, i'd be SUPER bored HERE!!! &lt;strong&gt;ALONE&lt;/strong&gt;!! *wails louder!!!! hehe did i fail to mention that the sales department is the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;funnest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; n &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;bested&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; department! super nice n fun! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;but come to think of it.. the distance... the time.. sigh.. like i said.. might as well haf worked at HLA near KLCC.. keke n i would like haf gained some experience int he finance department (somethign to do wit my future as i dont plan to major in &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;marketing&lt;/span&gt;.. *yucks!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;oh oh.. talking abt the future.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;met this girl.. Sarah.. Blanche's and Jasmine's sister..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;nice.. really nice sweet girl who speaks her mind n not shy to say it.. hehe like her discipline too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;anw, she's in &lt;strong&gt;The One Academy.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;really got me  *jealous!.. i mean.. i like arts all.. but but... never thought i was good enough to be in that field.. as in not &lt;em&gt;creative&lt;/em&gt; enough.. anw, she started talking abt the things she does n how she enjoys doin it.. plus she won an AWARD for the BEST student!!!!! darn it... hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ya.. so started talking with my mother n ya.. decided to finish my business degree n after tat!.. yay! let the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;horizons open&lt;/span&gt;!!!! keke for sure, im gonna pursue my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;art&lt;/span&gt; desires!! keke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;always thought that i would take art as a hobby.. hehe like.. *in my dreams la* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;-to be this &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;rich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tai tai&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;-haf &lt;em&gt;all the time&lt;/em&gt; in the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;-husband&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;INSISTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;to stay at home (not to work la!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;-take care of my kiddies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;-be a model housewife n mother.. ehe with class not forgetting the &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;icing &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;n a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cherry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;on top..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;keke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;-somewhat desperate housewives&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;minus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sex scandals&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;-be able to do my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; n &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;music..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;-be a good loyal wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;-oh oh!! not forgetting my tea times wit my dearest friends!!! *hugs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*wakes up from dream... haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;haha ya.. so far fetched from realty.. but it doesnt harm to dream right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;hopefully Monash doesnt kill me before i'm able to harvest my artistic side! &gt;_&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-113757439193922824?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/113757439193922824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=113757439193922824&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/113757439193922824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/113757439193922824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2006/01/can-u-beliff-this-woman.html' title='can u beliff this woman!'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-113748543670296360</id><published>2006-01-16T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T00:10:36.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dun hill girl? dun wan no hills..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/Laura_cig3_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/Laura_cig3_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; how do i fare as a dunhill cigarette promoter?... nah.. dun think i haf the "look".. keke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/Laura_cig_.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/Laura_cig_.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is it convincing? hahaha if u notice, the ciggie is not litted up.. man.. looks kinda fake... (actually i kinda look like a drug addict after not sleeping well for several days)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha was foolin around wit mel's toys at the restaurant..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;facTs about my 'smoking' career:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i was told tat i smoke (look like one)&lt;br /&gt;-i haf been offered to smoke on &lt;em&gt;several&lt;/em&gt; occasions&lt;br /&gt;-i was first offered at the age of 14&lt;br /&gt;-most of the girls then at the party were already hooked to smoking&lt;br /&gt;-almost all the guys i know smokes&lt;br /&gt;-guys dun like girls who smoke.. then y can they smoke? aieshhhh...&lt;br /&gt;-i started to hate the smell of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;stale smoke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; after a certain 'someone' smoked too much&lt;br /&gt;-i cant stand the stale smoke smell in &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Club7..  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;headache n vomit-ish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i still can't stand smokers n their breath&lt;br /&gt;-smokers haf &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;YELLOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; NAILS&lt;br /&gt;-not to mention &lt;strong&gt;black&lt;/strong&gt; hands (after some time)&lt;br /&gt;-the smell will be&lt;em&gt; permanent&lt;/em&gt; after awhile&lt;br /&gt;-i will probable &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;die faster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; than smokers as i've already taken in so much 2nd hand smoke&lt;br /&gt;-i was &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;burnt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; by a cigarette bud at McDs when i was young&lt;br /&gt;-i havent tried smoking&lt;br /&gt;-i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;will never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; try smoking&lt;br /&gt;-oh!!! i love the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;waterfall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; melanie taught me with cigarette packs!!!&lt;br /&gt;-i'm still encouraging friends to stop smoking&lt;br /&gt;-i sound like their grandmother nagging them *bleaks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-113748543670296360?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/113748543670296360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=113748543670296360&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/113748543670296360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/113748543670296360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2006/01/dun-hill-girl-dun-wan-no-hills.html' title='dun hill girl? dun wan no hills..'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-113747864344204649</id><published>2006-01-16T21:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T22:17:23.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>girly outing~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/Me_Laur_Mel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/Me_Laur_Mel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mindy Lim, me n Melanie.. the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"L"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; between the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"M"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; our outing to Cozen at the Curve.. hmm.. much b4 christmas.. prolly the week before.. cant remember the date tho.. here r the delayed pics!!! (ps.. blame mindy for sending them late!) *giggles.. at last i dont get all the blame..... &gt;,&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/Laura.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/Laura.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; food was.... good! haha we &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;devoured&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; the food before being able to get a pic of it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;see wat &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;greedy pigs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; we were.. -looks around-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*moments wit Mel.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;btw mel is lame.. coz... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M E L A N I E = L A M E&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (the 1st 4 letters of her name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/Mel_Laura.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/Mel_Laura.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/Mel_Laura2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/Mel_Laura2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/Picture.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/Picture.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; trying to get the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;pouty lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; right... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/Picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/Laura3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/Laura3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; darn.. the tree &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;looks prettier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; than me.. nah... keke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/Laura_Santa_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/Laura_Santa_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; guess who's &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TALLER!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; wekeke i &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;this shortie.. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*boosted muh ego.. ~tee hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;love u gurls!! hope we haf another year of fun this 2006!.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*smiles.. friends forever...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-113747864344204649?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/113747864344204649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=113747864344204649&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/113747864344204649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/113747864344204649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2006/01/girly-outing.html' title='girly outing~'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-113636810383269513</id><published>2006-01-04T00:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T01:48:24.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blissful Christmas...</title><content type='html'>christmas this year was slightly different....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started out with exciting plans to spend it with friends.. college friends, ex-mcklians, close friends et cetera... on the 23rd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ok.. i admit i was pretty caught up with work to properly plan it.. hmm.. haha so kinda left it to my mum to do the food...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, most of them couldnt make it... was a pretty small group.. mostly were from MCKL except Miss Valerie.. ehehe glad she came!! was pretty shocked to see her as Mr. Ritaudeen didint want to reveal who's this special girl he's bringing.. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(btw, pictures later.. haha havn uploaded!) i know.. im Miss slow coach... hahA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hhaha anw had SUPER DUPER lots of food... there was a turkey (which we didint know how to carve, n the peeps only ate less than a quarter!!) wasting.. haha  n there was lovely spaghetti that Ritaudeen made.. can'e believe he knows how to cook wei.. hahaha was good.. he owes me brownies!! haha hmm hmmm.. ya.. n lots of other food la.. basically there were lots of leftovers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha ya.. christmas eve was a usual.. i dunno if i really lost the christmas spirit but i just didint feel like entertaining tat nite.. most of the ppl coming were my parents fuddy duddy frens.. haha but good thing i had my lovely brothers, Bryan n Darren Yim who never fail to lift my spirits n make me laugh.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw the night passed really fast n before i knew it, it was christmas eve... *smiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then my dad was really excited to give me his present... 0_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. let me tell u the scenario here.. my parents haf stopped giving me presents since...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god knows when.. i still reminise those days whre i get 5 barbie dolls wrapped under the christmas tree.. *sigh.. those were the good ol'days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha ya.. back to the story.. i got a mp4! woots!! actually i dun really appreciate the video but its cool.. no one's complaining.. tee heee.. btw.. its &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BRIGHT PINK!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yup. so after tat, the christmas spirit kinda rubbed off me n i suddenly felt that the pressies tat i got for others suddenly felt meaningful as when i was getting them, it was more of a chore.. but after receiving n seeing their happy glows, i think its really worth it... ~grinz.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-113636810383269513?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/113636810383269513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=113636810383269513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/113636810383269513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/113636810383269513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2006/01/blissful-christmas.html' title='Blissful Christmas...'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-113800591155840185</id><published>2006-01-02T00:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T00:45:11.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The most *BeautiFuL Wedding.. 2/1/06</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/80990555_ab37ff9d56NEW.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/80990555_ab37ff9d56NEW.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; darling leng leng and me posing with the bride's chair (which i decorated! -ahem)&lt;br /&gt;thanks dear for being the greatest cell leader n friend... *hugs.. u're the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/80989864_3058f506b6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/80989864_3058f506b6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the beautiful wedded couple.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Richard and Chak Le..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;its amazing that a man can be so in love with a woman yet not forget God..  in fact, God was his 1st love when making this big choice of his..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Richard, a great man of prayer, fasted and prayed for SIX months to seek God and to bless this marriage!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;wow!!!! what else can one say about such a great man... he truly is a God Seeker..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;during the wedding vows, many were touched with the sincerity and openness of such a great couple.. the love between them was so overwhelming that many teared uncontrollably.. (esp the bride)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the couple were the most generous people which i've ever seen.. they treasured their guests and made them feel so important in their life.. everyting was personalized.. so detailed.. even to the name and gifts..  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;they are truly the best and i'm honoured to have gotten to know them.. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;as for me? after the wedding, i got thinking about the "man" i would like in my life... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Richard really proved that there is such a man who's heart is after God, followed by his wife.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;with God in everything, things will just work out as planned... =) really encouraging..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;thank you Richard and Chak Le...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-113800591155840185?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/113800591155840185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=113800591155840185&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/113800591155840185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/113800591155840185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2006/01/most-beautiful-wedding-2106.html' title='The most *BeautiFuL Wedding.. 2/1/06'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-113636206917365211</id><published>2005-12-25T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T00:49:35.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merrieee Christmas!!!</title><content type='html'>hey hey.. its tat time of the year again.. haha i know its late to blog this in.. but... ya anw.. beter late than never!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, christmas was actually almost cancelled!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can u believe it? Ps. Lee Choo told us abt it in church.. over in Europe, the word "Christmas" is goin to be replaced with "X'Mas".. LIKE SO LAME LA..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pls.. i dunno why ppl get so sensitive with it.. esp non christians.. sigh... get a LIFE man... *sheesh.... -whacks hand over forehead-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not too sure if they were successful or not la.. (guess u got to do ur own research!)&lt;br /&gt;but int he end, they got "PETTY" over another small issue.. its abt the word B.C.... erm.. haha i know ppl out there who HATE N DREAD history like i do aight?! haha ya.. B.C stands for Before Christ for those who dont know.. yup.. these "very the free" people who not satisfied complaining abt Christmas n x'mas protested abt the &lt;strong&gt;B.C&lt;/strong&gt; n hence changed it to "Before Present Time" or something like tat.. tats like in Britain.. i tink.. sigh sigh... seriously.. why fight over such small issues when u can go out there n fight something tats worth a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;better cause&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; like helping the poor or the devastated or those that need help rather than this.. gosh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya.. tats why if u notice that if u go to shopping malls, u more oftenly see Merry X'Mas rather than Merry Christmas.... so keep up the spirit of Christmas by saying the longer version as it was the d ay tat Christ was born.. i mean like why in the workd would we say Merry x'mas la.. x'mas wasnt born tat day... idiotes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-113636206917365211?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/113636206917365211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=113636206917365211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/113636206917365211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/113636206917365211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2005/12/merrieee-christmas.html' title='Merrieee Christmas!!!'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-113504982456692453</id><published>2005-12-19T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T19:37:04.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please please... very sien ah.....</title><content type='html'>ok picture this scenario, here i am, in my "new" office... Maersk Sealand, some big shipping company..ok.. largest?! in malaysia la.. n im updating some client who has got 30,000 lines.. so obviously the system is like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;totally hanging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; n i've got nothing to do la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my supervisor said the day before that i could surf the net..&lt;br /&gt;wat did she say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pardon me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt hear u.. hahaha YES!! i can &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; surf the internet after a long deprivation of a month.. sorry ya peeps.. i know that i've been pretty in active la.. never check mails all, no time la.. serious no time to even sit down n &lt;strong&gt;shit!!&lt;/strong&gt; haha sorry dun mind me!! *tee hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya.. wait wait. let me share my scary experience 1st.. so whilst bloggin in this entry, im like checkin around to see if there's anyone who's looking at wat im doin la.. pretty scary.. after they dun like n fire  me! haha im typing like a bullet train atm!! jahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya.. so its like tat.. life has been pretty tiring now.. seriously i wish tat we dont haf to sleep n not be tired!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven done so many things!!! namely, CHRISTMAS SHOPPING!!!! haha man.. i tell u.. these few nights will be spent shopping haha cause my mother also hasnt done hers!!! haha we r seriously related!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya.. besides that, im really enjoying working here.. u could say its better than the previous one.. haha aa in there's a shopping mall next to my office so like there's where i sopend all my time.. duriong lunch.. *smiles.. sigh.. i know it aint grand but its Subang Parade!!!!! HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;better than nothing.. any my new company is great!!! i've been getitng lots of free goodies.. namely...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baskin Robbins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thai Lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maersk SUPER BIG Calendar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thai lunch again today!!! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyday there's soethign to look forward to.. kekeke *winks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n basically i think im sitting here n shaking legs la.. shhh!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-113504982456692453?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/113504982456692453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=113504982456692453&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/113504982456692453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/113504982456692453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2005/12/please-please-very-sien-ah.html' title='Please please... very sien ah.....'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-113134917387162858</id><published>2005-11-07T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T23:39:33.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mutated mr n mrs strawberrie...?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/strawberrieeeee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/400/strawberrieeeee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr n Mrs strawberrie were taking a nice slow stroll down the cool breezy aisle.. they were perfect.. no blemishes, no flaws.. it was just a perfect day for a perfect couple...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as time passed by, Mrs.strawberry realised that her &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hips were getting wider&lt;/span&gt; to her astonishment....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.strawberry also realised that he was starting to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;develop a big pot belly&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they both started to sprout seeds (or pimples as what they called it) on their &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;p-e-r-f-e-c-t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; smooth skin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before long, due to the embarassment, they &lt;strong&gt;blushed&lt;/strong&gt; profusely n developped red skin due to the constant blushing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they were then packed into boxes and put into crates.. before long, they were handpicked by a lady and put in her refrigerator... and the worst part comes... they were to be eaten by the lady's awful daughter named Laura!!! how awfuL!!!&lt;br /&gt;haha but b4 devouring them, laura takes a couple (wedding)  picture for them.. hence wide hipped Mrs.Srawberrie n pot-bellied Mr.Strawberrie.. ta daaaa!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe hope u enjoyed the story..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Moral?~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; dun love ppl for their outward appearance.. but love them for how they taste!! haha&lt;br /&gt;just like Mr. n Mrs.Strawberrie who dun look nice but taste super duper Yumieeee!!!! Just kidding!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love everyone as ur neighbour!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-113134917387162858?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/113134917387162858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=113134917387162858&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/113134917387162858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/113134917387162858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2005/11/mutated-mr-n-mrs-strawberrie.html' title='mutated mr n mrs strawberrie...?!'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-113134822093766625</id><published>2005-11-07T15:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T03:42:21.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bleh..</title><content type='html'>my dad's got denggi.. hmm.. not exactly denggi.. but denggi.. he had fever a few days ago along with aching bones.. the doctor asked him to watch out for &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red spots&lt;/span&gt;.. tat didnt appear until we returned from Seremban where my parents attended some Leadership camp by SIB.. (ok ok!! &lt;strong&gt;DENGUE&lt;/strong&gt;.. happy now miss mindy lim?! hehe) {just testing ur alertness n spelling.. u passed all}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said tat &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;God wanted him to attend the camp n didnt let him fall sick...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;ya.. hope he gets better.. the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red spots&lt;/span&gt; on his legs look pretty scarie.. like rashes.. i'd take pics to demonstrate but my camera's battery has gone wacky... haha cannto charge.. must repair.. feeling super camera-picture-deprived... &gt;,&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;goodness.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;ice cream lovers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; out there.. u got to try &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&amp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;....... its super duper delicious lip-smackingly yummie... haha i think i just created my own words. hehe... anw.. DO TRY IT!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i heard of it from a fren but was like.. ya da yada.. coz its impossible to find it in malaysia!!!! nobody brings it in.. ok.. not nobody but its hard to find la.. so anw, was in 7-eleven in TAIPAN.. (see Taipan is cool).. haha ya.. n i happened to look into their ice-cream refrigetaror.. n guess who i saw sitting comfortably in it... Mr. Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's amongst the other yummy brands like Haagen Daaz n someother unknown overseas brand..hehe.. i was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ESTATIC..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i jumped for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J-O-Y!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;then i looked at the price... *faints...... so freakin expensive.. even more expensive than Haagen Daaz.. i think.. hehe.. ya ya.. if im not wrong.. a whooping &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;RM27&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!!! n its just for a small pint hardly 5inches tall.. haha anw, Laurels couldnt bear to spend her $$ on it.. so she goes home n tells mummy abt it.. then laurels's exams were round the corner.. mummy looks at &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;poor stressed&lt;/span&gt; up Laurels.. so mummy asks laurels wat she wants... then Laurels said... BEN &amp; JERRY'S!! Hehe tats how i got my Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's... tho mummy said not to tell daddy coz super expensive.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i got &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chocolate Brownie Fudge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; btw.. wanting to try their &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;Butter Peacan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. yummie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;*"*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is all about understanding, faith, trust, loyalty, &lt;strong&gt;patience&lt;/strong&gt;, joy, sorrow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two tear drops were floating down the river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one teardrop said to the other,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i'm the teardrop of a girl who loved a man and lost him. who are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i'm the teardrop of the man who regret letting a girl go....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she teardrop consoled, "there would come a time when we have to stop loving someone because we found out that they'd be happier if we let them go..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he teardrop replied, "but then you'll know that you miss someone very much when every time you think of that person, your heart breaks into pieces and just a quick 'Hello' from that person brings the broken pieces back..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she teardrop said, "it's really painful to say goodbye to someone else that you don't want to let go; but it's even more painful to ask someone to stay if you can never make the relationship work out the way it should be." she continued, "LOVE? it's kind of complicated, but i'll tell you this... the second you're willing to make yourself miserable to make someone else happy, that's love right there...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he teardrop pondered and said, "you know, if i had the letters "HRT", i can add "EA" to get a "HEART" or a "U" and get "HURT". but i'd rather choose "U" and get "HURT" than have a "HEART" without "U"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she teardrop smiled and replied, "giving someone all your love is not an assurance that she will love you back. don't expect love in return, wait for it to grow in her heart, if it doesn't, be contented it grows in yours."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he teardrop continued, "she told me once, do not be too good, i will miss you. don't be too caring; i might like you. don't be too sweet; i might fall for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she teardrop smiled and said, "A heart truly in love never loses hope but always believes." She teardrop continued, "if you love her please let her know because it hurts to love when you have to go. take care of me; don't go away because if you love me, you will stay... i love you and do you know why? you got me when you first said 'Hi'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he teardrop said, "you are brave she teardrop, now i know it's always better to have found the courage to love even if you lose it in the end rather than never found love because you were too afraid of the challenge." he teardrop continued further, "did you know that the expression "Nothing" is the subconscious mind's way of saying I Love You... that's what i do, i told her NOTHING and because of that i lost her even though i love her... i cry for the time that she was almost mine, i cry for the memories i've left behind, i cry for the pain, the lost, the old and the new. i cry for the times i thought i had her!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she teardrop consoled, "Relationships are like glass, sometimes it is better to leave them broken than try to hurt yourself putting it back together, or worse, have nothing strong to bind it together. you never lose in loving. you only lose in holding back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he teardrop cried,"Now i know, i have learned. don't throw your back to love when it's already in front of you, don't drive it away from you because if you did, someday you'll think again why you let love fly away when it was once next to you..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~extracted from a fren's page... it really touched my heart,.. =')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope u enjoyed the story as much as i did... sometimes we dun get wat we want.. its prolly not the right time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somethings can be the right things at the wrong time or the wrong thing at the right time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in all tat we do, we need God's perfect timing and his grace to bless everything..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-113134822093766625?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/113134822093766625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=113134822093766625&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/113134822093766625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/113134822093766625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2005/11/bleh.html' title='bleh..'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-112943702978579357</id><published>2005-10-13T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T21:37:06.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Mindy Lim... camera woman.. photoHunt!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/1697204124793l.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/1697204124793l.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Miss ChaiLeng leng bobaoleng, MindyLim, PaoLo boBaolo and lola! *thanx paolo for coming down to my level.. really REALLY appreciate it.. see!!! i told u the air down here was fresher!! *bleaks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/16971959042550l.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/16971959042550l.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;,&gt; my super uber Tired face.. how can ppl say tat i look EviL...!? haha Mindy smiLin like a Mad Cow only.. haha dun angry ya gurl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired &amp; ExhausTed lil'feet soles of the ~winning* team members that went all around KL in search of the PhotoHunt!!! thanx CoUz!! oh ya... n thanks Isaac and Prashant for being the macho guys in the team! (i THINK the white shoe is Isaac's n the black is Prashant's)....haha n mindy too for being so *enthusiastic!!! haha running all around Kl like a bunny.. tho she sprained her leg towards the end.. wakaka.. &gt;,&lt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/16971900434770l.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/16971900434770l.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ok. i know this is super late la.. but ya.. finally im goin to share my experience of PHOTOHUNT!!! tadadah!!! haha kk.. i've nerver. NEVER... n i really mean never walked so much in one day in my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;ENTIRE LIFE!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we started the hunt out by finding our &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; transportation to the heart of KL, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;bukit Bintang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; area.. keke.. the major *&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;shoppin haven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!! me n mindz were pratically drooling n hardly could contain ourselves with all the nice shops calling out to us to go into them n shop!! haha ok ok..&lt;br /&gt;back to photo hunt... so ya.. basically..... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;CoUZ&lt;/span&gt;.. which stand for &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;College United Zone&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;SIB&lt;/span&gt; made us run from &lt;strong&gt;Berjaya Times Square&lt;/strong&gt; to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Low Yatt&lt;/span&gt;....to &lt;strong&gt;Sungai Wang&lt;/strong&gt;... then to &lt;strong&gt;StarHill&lt;/strong&gt;... then BACK TO &lt;strong&gt;Berjaya times Square&lt;/strong&gt;!! do u know the distance?!! n on top of tat, back to &lt;strong&gt;Low Yatt&lt;/strong&gt;... goodness!!! my legs were &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;wobbly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; halfway tru.. at the beginning, me n mindy were so&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt; excited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; n &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;running n frisking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; around.. after an hour or so.. i gave up n started &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SloGGing my feet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; tru the HUNT!! HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but was worth it.. won &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;1st prize!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; had Chillis voucher, TGV tickets n some Cozen restaurant thingi.. hehe all the food to satisfy us after a day or running.. i so swear i haf bigger &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;calf muscles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; on my legs now!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha n the next day, had a little difficulty walkin la. but still surviving!! haha leng leng said her legs became more &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"kang kang"..&lt;/span&gt; hmmm. haha tats a weird symtom la.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mindy.. the cam-whorer who never fails to catch a ~happy moment together!!! love ya woman!! *smiles&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/Laura_I_CL3iii_.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/Laura_I_CL3iii_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/Laura_I_CL3iii_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (btw, we're both wearing ...Blueeeee! sleeveless somemore.. how cool is tat!! Great minds think alike!! )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-112943702978579357?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/112943702978579357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=112943702978579357&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/112943702978579357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/112943702978579357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2005/10/miss-mindy-lim-camera-woman-photohunt.html' title='Miss Mindy Lim... camera woman.. photoHunt!'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-112858847550295024</id><published>2005-10-06T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T01:47:55.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dOwn ~ Down ~ doWn</title><content type='html'>after only sleeping for an  hour last nite, i think i look like a total zombie with the accumulated  past few nights of not sleeping..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why? i dont know where to start.. 1stly im feeling totally confused and lost..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought i knew what i wanted in life...&lt;br /&gt;i thought i knew my dreams and goals..&lt;br /&gt;i thought i knew my direction...&lt;br /&gt;i thought things were just peachy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never thought that it could ever be like that..&lt;br /&gt;i never took in consideration of my actions..&lt;br /&gt;i never saw it coming..&lt;br /&gt;i never wanted it to happen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently listening to the song "My Boo" by Alicia Keys and some fella&lt;br /&gt;some nice ppl put it on speakers in the computer lab..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have u ever walked in a candy shop and looked at all the nice candies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u really want to taste all the candies and wipe out the shop.. *Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u see the nice round lollipops, candy canes, assortments of candies with wonderful colours..pink, yellow, green, blue... u name it... u r tempted to grab all of it and stuff it all into ur mouth..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then u suddenly remembered the dentist saying that too much candy spoils ur teeth and make it go rotten... so u try ur best to not grab the candies and dissolve the urge to eat them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ur mummy suddenly asks u the *magic question.. "girl, which candy do u wan?"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; all of the sudden u think of the dreadful dentist and never wanting to go back to visit him and sit on that dreaded chair ... u tell ur mummy,"no i dont want any candy.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ur mummy is shocked and is bewilded that a child would not be tempted and not want any candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she asks her why not? and finally after much persuasion, her mummy respects the child's wishes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the child then walks out of the shop... not knowing if she regrets turning down her mother's offer.. as they walk hand in hand to cross the street, the child looks back at the candy shop thinking what it would have been like if she had accepted her mother's offer... ohh.. the sinful delight of that ~sweet candy in her mouth... wat a sensation... a small unnoticed tear rolls down her cheek..&lt;br /&gt;but i guess its too late to go back as they had already crossed the busy road and her mother had alot of things and errands to do.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-112858847550295024?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/112858847550295024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=112858847550295024&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/112858847550295024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/112858847550295024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2005/10/down-down-down.html' title='dOwn ~ Down ~ doWn'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-112842133060898117</id><published>2005-10-04T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T23:43:28.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>resurrected from un-blogging..</title><content type='html'>super annoying la.. its like things seem to be happening to me for no reason... am i just simply careless or things just wan to happen to me? super sad... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for example, i forget alot of things lately... when my parents ask me to do stuff, SIMPLE STUFF.. like take sometihng into the fridge later, or check if the fax maxhine on.. its like i'll tell them i'll do it n they constantly nag me to do it.. so i'll go like"YES YES.. i'll do it".. haha nt he irony is, i forget later... super sad.. then the next day, i'll kena scolding from them... aiks... super memalukan.. coz i was super annoyed the time they told me.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another time was when my dad needed this document in his "black" folder.. so i had to drive all the way to petaling jaya to send it ot him.. when i waas like SUPER rushing for my law assignemnts and not having a stable mind already... so ya.. grab the nearest thing tt looked like a black folder.. couldnt find it so saw this black bag.. grabbed it, went tru the evening jam n sent it to him.. i had grabbed his notebook instead of his notes.. n to think of it, i had like thrown his bag in tot he car.. =P aiks.. hopefully nothing is wrong wit the notebook.. ya.. n as usual, i got a wonderful shelling from my dad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, i think its me ler.. i've, becomming very easily "distracted".. im not as focused as last time;... i feel somewhat a little butterfly fltting from one pretty flower to another, just admiring the pretty colours and not drinking the nectar.. not taking int he substance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides tat, i've been somewhat like tat towards frens n close ones.. i think they can feel that im not always there.. its like my mind is off to another place.. to where?&lt;br /&gt;i really dont know.. haha i feel light-headed.. like a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;dumb blonde&lt;/span&gt; maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i wrote in an entry last week, wrote a super nice long one with all my happenings lately.. haha then when i clicked post, everything went missing thanks to my connection.. aisk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya.. the week was a crazy week. got lots of shelliung from mother for not seeing me study.. well........ tats technically true.. n my results werent tat great either last semsmter... sigh... i need to get HDs!! how la.. at this rate.. i dunno if can pass or not also.. hah i admit it... i was over confident last semster.. thought i could just whiz past the exams.. mana tau super hard la.. plus i hadnt really studied coz over confident.. this time.. i duno wat in the world my units are about.. talk about being interested in pursuing a bachelor's degree...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should haf g one to arts school.. where i can express my creativity n no studyin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya.. lately i totally enjoy playing my musical instruments... its like when i play them, especially emotional songs, i really get thinking and reflecting about my week and stuff that has been happening.. be it happy or sad.. its really amazing.. the pieces can really take u to another place.. i th ink the place i've been drifting off to in my mind is dream land... at this very moment, my cousin, my violin teacher is in my house practising her piano pieces.. its so nice.. when she plys the fast parts, i seem to be typing faster, n when she slows down, i seem to be typing slower.. haha its fuun how i get affected.. hmm.. she's slowing down at the moment.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was serving in church last week, i think it was really wonderful.. i came to realise my lack of knowledge in musical instruments and chords anbd theories.. haha weng onn was on the piano.. seriously.. i was in awe of his fingers.. he played each chord so nice.. i kept looking at his fingers play.. he doesnt even need to look at the chords n piano keys.. okok.. i guess its because he's studyin Music.. but still!!! haha jealous.. i wanna be like tat.. one day.. one very fine day when i m free to practise or feel like practising.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the contrary, i had an inspiration to paint last week but in the end i dunno y i didint. i guess i felt too lazy after tat? or got distracted doin my accounts assignment!! haha really.. i wish that i can be a painter and musical instrument player when i get married!! not to mention take dancing classes with my husband.. (if he wants to) haha tats the time where i can spend my free time, bask under the sun n paint wonderful pictures of flowers n nature.. wats wit me n nature.. i love it!!! yea.. n not forgetting sipping wine and donning a straw hat and having tea parties with my fellow deares friends who are "tais tais".. haha jokin!! tats like in my dream life la.. life is not goin to be a bed of roses for me.. i guess.. haha i think i haf to work hard in my future.. sad story of my life.. *sigh..&lt;br /&gt;manage to obtain this book on hotels from my french centre last week.. the old houses used for hotels in France are just simply breath taking.. i love country houses n mansions!! i like totally have this dream house of mine in my head already.. where there's this long driveway to the entrance and lots of trees greet visotors as they drive up the hill.. then as they reach the entrance, they will be greeted by a modest yet grand mansion.. beatiful.. n the gardens will be impeccably endorned with roses of all sorts and wonderful smelling flowers. bees and butterflies will flock to the garden daily.. ya.. so far, thats what i haf in my head.. haha havent really gotten the rest of the details out yet.. am working on it!! but then it'll be forever a dream.. arent much houses liek tat left in the world.. they are either demolished already or too old and worn out to mantain.. =P and i need to be a millione or trillionaire to be able to afford n maintain one!! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup.. tats my dream.. coming back to reality... better study hard so as not to disappoint parents.. sigh.. i really dont know how to cope with 2 more years!!! im already goin crazy with the 1st year.. aiks.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tats all fer now..&lt;br /&gt;tataz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-112842133060898117?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/112842133060898117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=112842133060898117&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/112842133060898117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/112842133060898117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2005/10/resurrected-from-un-blogging.html' title='resurrected from un-blogging..'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-112610221501339135</id><published>2005-09-07T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T07:10:15.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stresssss to the maxxx!!!</title><content type='html'>goodness.. i dunno whats up with me.. i always seem to be super stress... n its because i bring tat stress upon myself.. n somehow pray tat God will redeem me of the stress!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n tat doesnt really happen.. coz im supposed to help myself.. cant just leave it for god to do all the work... sighz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;already told myself to start my assignemnts early this term.. but i guess.. its just the same with other terms.. LAST MINUTE! aiks.. i seriously need motivation to do it earlier..... or like a personal secretary to push me n remind me of deadlines.. sigh.. then again.. will i do it?! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya.. this week is the super-est stress week for me.. monday had to pass up accounts which i finished on the dot, i haf money and capital markets with a 2000 word essay which i havent started nor chosen an article.. omg omg! n on tues i haf to pass up law.. which i also haven started.. but i got lovely xan to help me out! haha she's a lawyer in traiining! haha yays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still.. i dunno where to start...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just didnt seem like doin my work just now.. n tats one of the reasons why im so free to blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tried to push my assignments n deadlines out of my head..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i even practised my PIANO for like 40mins to AVOID  doin my assignments.. haha man.. im desperate!!! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. i gtg back to work.. before my parents see me doing nonsense.. haha oops!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-112610221501339135?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/112610221501339135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=112610221501339135&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/112610221501339135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/112610221501339135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2005/09/stresssss-to-maxxx.html' title='stresssss to the maxxx!!!'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-112591874277094559</id><published>2005-09-05T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T04:12:24.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>woots~ frens are the ultimate.. latte?</title><content type='html'>frens are the ultimate latte......!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; haha wow.. tat rhymes.. n it sounds yummie too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they comfort u n they taste so good that u just cant get enuff of them.. tats y they are the ultimate lattes! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oosh~due to the numerous complaints tat my blog is so dead.. ok.. it wasnt NUMEROUS.. but numerous for me.. i didnt know u guys were still actively reading it! haha n i think blogging is a good way for others to know wats happening in ur life when LIFE getst too busy with assignments... hahaha namely me! haha im super last minute queen la.. die.. must change habit!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya.. the numerous complaints were from dearest Calvin Yong n Mindy Lim.. AKA CRAZY MINDY.. im still callin u crazy mindy.. i like it i like it.. wheesss... haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ok latest update...recently went &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;clubbing for the 1st time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of my life.. !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. mebe not really.. but i've stepped into clubs.. but never stayed for more than&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; 5 mins!&lt;/span&gt; haha so this time i stayed for.. a few hours?! omg.. calvin yong.. pls dun scold me.. i know we never made it to the club when u were back but but.. haha u see.. it was cindy's birthday n she invited.. so i went coz it was her birthday.. i was so packed up wit assignments n i still went.. to sepnd time with her b4 she leaves.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya.. we went to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PASSION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. somem place in KL.. haha me n cindz had to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; tat we were &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?! omg.. i dun even look 18 la.. how to pretend to be 23?! haha n cindy was supposed to be 24! haha i was givin this stewpid accent pretending i was British n dun haf an ID.. HAHA was funnny.. finally the guy let us in.. haha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was quite akward at 1st as half the group, the MCKL-ians didnt know the GIS-ians.. so it was like 2 seperate groups.. hehe then slowly the group became one! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met these girls Aveena n Carolyn from GIS.. they are really nice n friendly.. haha Aveena wans to be my plastic surgeon in the future n give me discounts on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BUTT LIFTS &amp; BREAsTS AUGMENTATIONS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha so funny... we had a good laugh abt tat.. i cant believe it! so cute.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ya,, things got crazy when aveena n carolyn wanted to get me drunk as it was my 1st time.. haha so cindy poured the drinks for me.. n added ALOT of Chivas... n i mean alot.!!! it was like half... hahaha after tat drink.. i think the &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;alcohol went into my head&lt;/span&gt;.. n i was all giggly n laughing so much.. haha 1st time gettin tipsy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on top of tat, i couldnt walk straight n had to hold on to people... kinda embarassing.. thanks to dearest tat wei n hoi, i got back safely n still am in one piece! u guys rock! haha the funniest part was when they hit the dancefloor..  cindy was like pulling me from my comfort zone of the &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;soft sofa..&lt;/span&gt; haha  as i was falling asleep!!! haha so ya.. was dragged down n into the mass crowd.. goodness.. i felt like a &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;sardine in a tin can&lt;/span&gt;! haha  so ya..  there they were, cindy, fiona, ka shing, wenhoi, tat wei n the GIS ppl were like grooving to the R&amp;B music n i was like stonning... SERIOUSLY major STONNING.. haha ka shing n cindy kept askin me if i was ok... haha i was "aha... ya..... im alrite.... " haha i couldnt even see properly ler..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man.. wat an experience.. but thank god for wonderful ppl! muaxx! gonna miss u guys  sooo much when u all leave to UK!!! too much.. leave me here.. *sobz... better dun forget me!!! haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-112591874277094559?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/112591874277094559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=112591874277094559&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/112591874277094559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/112591874277094559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2005/09/woots-frens-are-ultimate-latte.html' title='woots~ frens are the ultimate.. latte?'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-112436709822721467</id><published>2005-08-18T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T05:11:38.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>interesting!!! check it out!</title><content type='html'>haha check this site out! haha its quite amusing! and true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/invite?test=1000&amp;type"&gt;http://web.tickle.com/invite?test=1000&amp;amp;type&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my result!&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;No bones about it, you're an intelligent, playful &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Witty and charming, you're a lot of dog wrapped in a small package. People just love you — a wonderful approachability and sense of humor put you at the top of everyone's list. And because you're smart and quick-witted, you attract a crowd wherever you go. (Have you ever considered running for office or starting a company? You've got the charisma for either.) But that doesn't mean you can't be a little naughty or mischievous when opportunity knocks — you've definitely got a nose for fun! A happy, optimistic breed, you're admired and respected by all. Woof!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodness!! im a pug! haha tats quite an ugly lookin dog.. so sad... aiks! then i looked at the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yorkshire Terrier's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; info.. haha i love Yorkshire terriers! gonna get one when i have my own place... hehe but they can be pretty annoying.. bark so loud! hmph..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but on the bright side... can play doll with them! yay!&lt;br /&gt;rekindling old childhood memories! ~wheee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was good.. had a McFlurry! yea! haven had tat in quite some time.. keke.. yum yum yum!&lt;br /&gt;had it with YimChai n crazy mindy! haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-112436709822721467?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/112436709822721467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=112436709822721467&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/112436709822721467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/112436709822721467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2005/08/interesting-check-it-out.html' title='interesting!!! check it out!'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-112410874714911715</id><published>2005-08-15T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T05:26:46.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>battle of the bands!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/weili2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/weili2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; there's wei li strutting his stuff on stage! haha at least there's a pic of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a band&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; playing.. Vespertines! go wei li! Icube support ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/laur,%20jol%20,%20cyn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/laur%2C%20jol%20%2C%20cyn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the right is me, juliana and cynthia! haha i look so out of the pic.. didnt realise that i was tat far.. eeps~ &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/bernice%20n%20leng.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/bernice%20n%20leng.jpg"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/bernice%20n%20leng.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;bernice n leng leng bo bao leng!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/leng%20n%20me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/leng%20n%20me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;leng leng n lola bobaola in leng len'g car... wekeke&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;love ya woman!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahai know its pretty late but anyhow, here are the pictures! had a cell outing... n it became a GIRL'S cell outing... hehe &lt;strong&gt;5th August 2005 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh.. n not forgetting xannie... haha tho didnt take pic with her.. coz we were so *ugh.. sweaty n smellie.. ok.. i was.... maybe not her.. keke oh ya.. n met up with all the old GT people.. its been some time since i've seen all of them together.. felt.. weird.. =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-112410874714911715?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/112410874714911715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=112410874714911715&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/112410874714911715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/112410874714911715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2005/08/battle-of-bands.html' title='battle of the bands!'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-112411106827334391</id><published>2005-08-15T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T06:04:28.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we almost Died laughing under the rain!</title><content type='html'>LauReLs n BerNice!!!&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/laur%20n%20bernice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/laur%20n%20bernice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha as u all know, Kuala Lumpur was blessed with a &lt;strong&gt;heavy rain storm&lt;/strong&gt; yesterday, sunday evening.. about 3pm? haha ya.. i was happily havin lunch with Bernice, Calvin Seak in MacD's drive tru, next to CentrePoint... ya.. n so the story begins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;calvin left earlier... n bernice n me left slightly later happily finishing our food.. then we finally decided to leave.. good thing i brought down the umbrella..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank God for letting man invent the umbrella!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ya. we were looking quite silly, 2 girls giggling and laughing whilst trying to keep dry under a medium-sized &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt; umbrella.. we were walking towards my car parked quite far out near the entrance of the McD's.. can u picture it? haha it was then i suddenly realised that my car was parked really far!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there we were taking a slow stroll under the HEAVY HEAVY RAIN! haha she was rushing me and i was like, "WAIT for me bernice!!! SLOW DOWN SLOW DOWN!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha n her reply was, "FASTER la.. i'm getting all WET!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so as we neared the vechicle, she suddenly screamed, "Laura! u're car is flooded!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as i looked up... haha to my astonishment, my car tyre was like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1/4 under the water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!! goodness! we &lt;strong&gt;BURST out laughing&lt;/strong&gt;.. i dunno why.. haha but inside i was worrying whether the car could start.. n wondering if the water had seeped into the engine! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there we were.. 2 "si-mun" girls walking to the car, which was flooding........ when we reached the car, i told her that i'd enter through the backdoor behind the passenger's side.. cause the water was too deep on the driver's side.. she gave me this look as if i was crazy n didnt argue.. haha so i hopped intot he backseat n left her there with the umbrella.. then she eventually hopped into the passenger's seat.. =) so we were safe n under a roof.. (not counting how WET we were under the storm!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN THE TOUGH PART CAME.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she couldnt close the UMBRELLA! haha she tried like for wat, 2 minutes?! haha plus she was laughing and giggling.. which made it harder to close the umbrella... ahhaa.. then Laura the HERO tried to close the umbrella from behind but in failed attempt, the umbrella couldn't be closed! we were laughing so hard that our bellies were pain.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i asked her to pass the umbrella behind.. so that maybe the angle would be better for me to close it.. by then, half the front seat was wet due to the un-closable umbrella... haha so there we were.. passing the umbrella tot he back-seat.. i tried.. i really tried to close it.. IT COULDN'T!! then i gave it my last shot.. i opened the door wider n got MORE wet n reached out more.. n FINALLY! it closed... ~phew.. i was soaked n still laughing, climbed into the front seat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;praying that the engine would start, we finally moved! haha she commented that we would have been a comical sight to patrons in MacDonald's! haha i hope not.......... *shy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-112411106827334391?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/112411106827334391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=112411106827334391&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/112411106827334391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/112411106827334391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2005/08/we-almost-died-laughing-under-rain.html' title='we almost Died laughing under the rain!'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-112410977532345292</id><published>2005-08-15T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T05:42:55.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feedback!!</title><content type='html'>haha finally got feedback from a very dear person...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she said i've changed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; hmmm.. well, i guess i have but not to an extreme.. i mean, everyone changes right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people grow older, wiser, crappier, happier, sadder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok .. i get my own point..&lt;br /&gt;haha anw, she said i've grown more &lt;strong&gt;materialistic&lt;/strong&gt;.. hmmm.. now that's a thought to really think about.. this is to reference to one of my past blogs... i guess it was kinda crappy to wat i blogged in last time.. u see, when i blog, its out of mere emotion.. haha i dont think twice when i blog.. (which is quite dangerous!) i blog to express myself.. plus they were just topics..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, all i can say at this very moment is that if one is offended by what i blog in, or think that i've changed, seriously, confront me.. n find out for urself.. *smiles&lt;br /&gt; i'm who i am and i dont like putting on shows for people and pretending to be someone im not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; haha quoting from calvin yong, "what u see is what u get!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, missing out our mamak sessions calvin!! dont be depressed as there's no nice yummie &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;nasi lemaks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;roti ayam special&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Perth&lt;/span&gt;!! wakaka &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;eat ur heart out! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-112410977532345292?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/112410977532345292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=112410977532345292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/112410977532345292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/112410977532345292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2005/08/feedback.html' title='Feedback!!'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-112384763915785384</id><published>2005-08-12T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T04:54:00.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is so ReaL....</title><content type='html'>im speechless.. i have nothing to say.. my brains are numb.. too many things are happening at once.. and the funniest part is.. the problems are not even  mine! but whatever said and done, i feel hurt for loved ones...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've come to realise that life is very &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Real&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. one never expected things to happen to them.. they would have probably heard about it from friends or movies.. in one day, i heard 2 very devastating news to me.. which has moved me completely and made me realise that its around us... somehow or another, we have got to take hold and grasp whatever we have left.. some things human cannot solve and all u can do is to trust and leave it in God's hands.. That is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt; WE need God&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;God doesnt need us&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going through a parent's divorce is hard.. its even harder trying to console a friend who is going through it when you yourself haven experienced it and dont know what to say or do.. all i can do is be a friend and support her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another shockin news is that my mum's bestfriend was diagnosed with cancer of the bladder.. she's been through so many hardships already that i really feel it for her.. she has been taking care of her health since she had another health complication but i guess one cant predict cancer nor prevent it... really praying for her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ya.. these 2 scenarios has brought me back to reality and it made me realise that life is too short to be little.. therefore, enjoy happiness and live to your &lt;strong&gt;fullest &lt;/strong&gt;everyday..&lt;br /&gt;and as christians, the urgency is out there.. we've got to reach out and tell about God's word as its not long before the world comes to the end.. u wouldn't want loved ones to be left behind rite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Life is a journey.. and its definitely a REAL one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-112384763915785384?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/112384763915785384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=112384763915785384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/112384763915785384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/112384763915785384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2005/08/life-is-so-real.html' title='Life is so ReaL....'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-112374827143384253</id><published>2005-08-11T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T01:17:52.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>complicated hazy life...</title><content type='html'>i really like bloggin.. i can really express myself here.. besides the fact that im scared that people reading it might think weirdly of me.. wakaka.. who cares...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya.. life is really complicated.. i used to think really lowly of those who seemed so -negative- about life.. always wondered to myself, whey cant they just  see the *&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;i&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;w*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;at the other end and have a more +positive+ outlook to life... and see their problems as an advantage and a way to get to know more about themselves..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there i was, tellin otheres to lift their heads up and see the light.. telling them that their problems are not the worst as there are many million others with worst problems out there.. i think they do get it.. but they just cant seem to lift their spirites..&lt;br /&gt;i think i can understand why.. was chatting with this fren of mine, this fren is very  interesting.. this fren has a past..everyone has a past! this fren has been cheated on, hurt one after the other, backstabbed, b*tched about, and everything not nice.. but to me, this fren is nice.. i like this fren.. this fren is very sweet-natured and fun to be with.. this fren is troubled but doesnt show it.. i try telling this fren to take a 180degree turn on life as this fren already realises the problem but just needs to action on it.. but it really seems hard as it is already an addiction to my fren..&lt;br /&gt;it is hard for this fren to look at life positvely but im really thankful tat this fren knows the direction and plans to action on it.. rome wasnt built in a day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Passion without action is just mere emotion.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-112374827143384253?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/112374827143384253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=112374827143384253&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/112374827143384253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/112374827143384253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2005/08/complicated-hazy-life.html' title='complicated hazy life...'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-112374671918493570</id><published>2005-08-11T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T00:51:59.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the world is Topsy TurVy or is it just the Klang Valley...</title><content type='html'>ahhhhhhhhhh.. the haze... hazy haze haze... hate the haze!! spoilt all my plans.. sigh... spoil my mood, spoil my day.. hate it..&lt;br /&gt;today's the worst day of haze...&lt;br /&gt;when i woke up this morning, looked out the window.. goodness.. i felt like i was in India where the roads are all dusty.. some say it feels like in camerons or genting! minus the cold air... haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wind blow wind,&lt;br /&gt;blow this mighty haze away,&lt;br /&gt;coz if not, i'd just go crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. wat an attempt to be a poet.. haha no wonder i didnt take literature.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh, despite the haze, had drinks wit a fren of mine last nite.. hoho when i came back home, i smelt like i just went in a room filled with smoke.. SO SMELLIEEEE.... tats y ppl out there who are smokin should STOP!! we were at this place in ss2 where they served cool bubble tea.. there was this group of male patrons behind us.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SMOKING&lt;/span&gt;! i wanted to go behind n snatch the ciggies out of their mouth n shake the current situation of our weather into them!! cant believe they can still smoke!!! tsk tsk.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was pretty freaky though.. as we were walkin back to the car, i looked at the long stretch of road behind us... n it looked as if we were in a Ghost town.. Amityville maybe? haha saw edwin yesterday too.. n he was wearing a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;yellow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; mask with &lt;strong&gt;black &lt;/strong&gt;netting with a hole int he front! haha he really looked like a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ghost buster&lt;/span&gt;! but i think i will start wearing the mask soon.. eventho God has abundantly blessed me with good health, i shouldnt take it for granted.. =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amidst all these environmental issues, my life seems pretty hazy too.. cant seem to grasp the direction im goin and need some guidance.. sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIFE =HAZE .. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to apologise to my closest friends... i'm really sorry for not being there when i said i would be.. i never meant it as a no action thing.. i guess i just lost sight at times.. please forgive me n still understand that im still human and make mistakes.. so to help me tru my human form, do tell me ur uncontentment n guide me to be a better  human...  thanks for being my friend.. i would have never made it tru without u guys... *muaxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-112374671918493570?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/112374671918493570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=112374671918493570&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/112374671918493570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/112374671918493570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2005/08/world-is-topsy-turvy-or-is-it-just.html' title='the world is Topsy TurVy or is it just the Klang Valley...'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-112351022771038223</id><published>2005-08-08T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T07:10:27.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>grandma jo n gramps john.. ultimate couple.</title><content type='html'>i dunno wat to blog about.. things have just been happening.. some things i just cant seem to bring to words.. alot of things.. sigh.. so its better not to mention...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had durians for dinner with milo.. funny combination? but it was good... hehe&lt;br /&gt;met up with grandma Josephine and grandpa John last night for dinner at a Nyonya restaurant in Taman Megah... they arent technically my grandparents.. though i wished they were.. they are such a cute couple.. so old yet so lively and so happy.. grandma is 83 n grandpa is about 80.. they look so fit n healthy.. although they haf tongkats each.. haha granpa just went tru an operation n said he didnt really need the tongkat.. but he wanted to use it so as ppl in the imigration office would pity him.. haha he's so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grandma always complains abt him, saying he's annoying and talks too much.. he's a very interesting old man.. very very educated... he was int he army and he's just a very nice old man who never ceases to learn.. he just got a computer and he's checking up on stocks and the sharemarket.. he's really cute.. so ya.. he just recently got grandma a pair of jade earrings n she was complaining to us (my parents n me) abt him and that she doesnt need them, as in materialistic things anymore... but i think its so cute.. so old n still so loving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i haf a love life like theirs.. as in i'd grow old with my loved one and have a wonderful life together.. hopefully none of us die before the other.. like in notebook, die together! hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-112351022771038223?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/112351022771038223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=112351022771038223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/112351022771038223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/112351022771038223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2005/08/grandma-jo-n-gramps-john-ultimate.html' title='grandma jo n gramps john.. ultimate couple.'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-112316808802256913</id><published>2005-08-04T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T08:08:08.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what girls enjoy... *bluekz</title><content type='html'>wat a fun day of &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;SHOPPING&lt;/span&gt;! haha erm.. k wasnt tat fun after all as i just realised that i only got one miserable 3/4 sleeve yellow top from Naf Naf... after &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;our efforts of walkin and trying a few.. not 1, not 2 but a fewww.. haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;but nevertheless, had fun walkin n chatting n meeting up with &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;miss Wee Ling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! (purple is her favourite colour)haha she asked me to called her *&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Princess*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... too much.. she upgraded to *&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;Princess*&lt;/span&gt; from *&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Datin* (its actually gold.. datin must be gold in colour)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. we were both at the Datin level but now she wans Princess.. hmph.. im not abiding to her rules... wakaka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, we came to this conclusion that its fun to be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;courted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... *smiles* its just so nice to feel wanted.. for girls, they get extravagant gifts, numerous calls, sweet things done for them, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;surprises!&lt;/span&gt; , flowers, chocolates, jewellery.. some even get handphones!! (so jealous!) too much ah wee ling... haha she's scandalous! shhh~ dun tell!!! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, darling samsung fixed dy!! but haf to go Midvalley to collect from that UGLY salesman Jeffry.. cant imagine i remembered his name! yay yay~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya. i guess it really ROX being a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;girl~&lt;/span&gt; and being the weaker sex.. hehe i dun really believe in &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;women rights&lt;/span&gt;.. haha mebe a small part of it..&lt;br /&gt;haha so ya &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;guys!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; message for u! dun ever lose that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;romantic-ness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; inside of u.. even after u haf managed to court the girl.. (if u can.. wakaka) i know its hard.. but the things u do for the girl of desire... haha once in awhile do &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;surprise &lt;/span&gt;her! she'll &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; it for sure.. she might say, "dun la.. dun waste &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;$$&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.." but really, she appreciates it.. haha im talkin from experience studying the relationship of my parents.. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya ya dun need to thank me.. haha. *bluekz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata fer nowz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-112316808802256913?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/112316808802256913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=112316808802256913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/112316808802256913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/112316808802256913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2005/08/what-girls-enjoy-bluekz.html' title='what girls enjoy... *bluekz'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-112307841067351064</id><published>2005-08-03T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T07:13:30.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>auntie Rosieee!</title><content type='html'>yay yay! auntie rosie is here.. erm.. im not supposed to be happie.. er right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha but i guess after her not visiting me for like.. a month and 3 weeks! i really really miss her.. i do i do! hehe now u may wonder who this *oh so ~wonderful auntie rosie is... let me enlighten u.. she loves Bread (pronounced as Brad) n adores &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;StrawBerry Jam! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yup she's here... ans like neillie likes to say, auntie Rosie just loves &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"ringing the doorbell!" &lt;/span&gt;&gt;ouch~&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Btw, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span color="#ff0000"&gt;strawberries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; are the bomb! haha mum bought them for me during her marketing in 1U as she said that im just to lazy to cut fruits and don't eat them.. therefore im always constipated.. &gt;.&lt; color="#ff6666"&gt;lovely RED sweet succulent lil delights!&lt;/span&gt; oh oh! strawberries from Korea i LOVE! its so BIGGGGG!!! its like triple the size of the ones u get over here and 1000000times sweeter..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ohh.. i'll pay anyone to get me some of those lil delights!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously think guys should haf Auntie Rosie visit them one day.. i mean.. they are so missing out on the *&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;JOY*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of her visitation and her giving wonderful PMS.. i had a serious case of PMS.. (n i think it was my 1st.. i don't recall ever getting it.. )&lt;br /&gt;haha actually i think my bad mood was also contributed by something else..or some1.. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la dee da~~.. life's a perfect peach at the moment.. enjoying Money and Capital markets.. i actually feel excited to learn.. man.. the process of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"nerdifying"&lt;/span&gt; is really working fast! i think i really like my lecturer even thought he may be a little strict.. nah.. its for our own good.. =) he expects us to answer questions without looking at the paper.. n he scolds us everytime.. before we answer, after we answer... haha overall,  i really respect him.. he's &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;65 YEARS OLD!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; maybe he teaches to pass time n to vent his anger on innocent lil us.. *whee"...&lt;br /&gt; however,he seems really knowledge-able.. and im really inspired.. n to pass this unit! as i heard not many pass! God save me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-112307841067351064?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/112307841067351064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=112307841067351064&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/112307841067351064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/112307841067351064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2005/08/auntie-rosieee.html' title='auntie Rosieee!'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-112308026691139276</id><published>2005-08-02T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T08:01:17.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>buh bye yik kent.. my kindergarden fren!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/ice%20cream%20man2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/ice%20cream%20man2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at those sakai guys posing.. wahaha gonna miss u guys!&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/ice%20cream%20choosing2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/ice%20cream%20choosing2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/ice%20cream%20choosing2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/ice%20cream%20eatin!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/ice%20cream%20eatin%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/ice%20cream%20choosing1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha opted for the malaysian ice cream man with the roaring&lt;br /&gt;"MAT KOOL MAT KOOL KAWAN KU"&lt;br /&gt;renditon to Baskin Robins'... Malaysia boleh! haha since yik kent wont be getting tat anymore in US.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/ice%20cream%20eatin2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/ice%20cream%20eatin2.jpg"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/ice%20cream%20eatin2.jpg"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/ice%20cream%20group.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/ice%20cream%20group.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/ice%20cream%20choosing.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/groupie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 324px" height="338" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/groupie.jpg" width="254" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; haha we were trying to act natural eating the ice cream.. unfortunately i was not actin natural.. haha sorry guys! spoilt the pic!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe it.. we are still in contact after.. 7, 8 years? i haven seen andrea ( in peach) since Golden Kids Club times.. she was the host.. hehe been keepin in contact with ameline n yik kent n calvin.. ting yang i just got to know him last year, who happens to be andrea's neighbour.. how small can the world be.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;love u guys! hope we get to grow old n still keep in contact.. n i really mean old n wrinkly!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-112308026691139276?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/112308026691139276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=112308026691139276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/112308026691139276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/112308026691139276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2005/08/buh-bye-yik-kent-my-kindergarden-fren.html' title='buh bye yik kent.. my kindergarden fren!'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-112247939254886195</id><published>2005-07-27T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T08:49:52.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happiness!~reunion</title><content type='html'>today went for Khoo Kah Mun's  sweet18th birthday party!!! haha its been a long time since we've met up.. n i just came to realise that i've known tat woman for like.. stone ages!! was pretty close with her in std 3... haha n we used to go to each other's birthday parties.. hehe.. so nice.. rekindling old memories! saw this old pic of us then.. man.. i was so MUCH TALLER than her then!!! hmph! haha now she over towers me.. sad ler...&lt;br /&gt;haha but was good meeting up with peeps like yew horng and cindy kua!&lt;br /&gt;yew horny or HORNY  always made me the butt of all short jokes.. n after all these years, he still hasnt stop.. he had the nerve to ask me if i've grown.. sigh sigh.. haha but its fun to be insulted... er at times!!! another one of his jokes are..&lt;br /&gt;1. "laura, where are u?.. yoo hoo~ where are u? OH!!! U'RE RIGHT UNDER MY NOSE.. didnt see u there... y u hiding?"&lt;br /&gt;2. "Laura, hows the AIR DOWN THERE?  here quite fresh la..  u are getting all my bad air down there"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too much rite"! haha but its fun la.. it not for insults, we wouldnt have much in common.. except for the corniness n lameness.. wakaka...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, i think i'm becomming less lame.. it doesnt haf the same effect on people anymore!!! must upgrade!!! must upgrade!!!! mindy la.. never laugh dy... ish ish...sadness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-112247939254886195?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/112247939254886195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=112247939254886195&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/112247939254886195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/112247939254886195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2005/07/happinessreunion.html' title='happiness!~reunion'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-112229857495993981</id><published>2005-07-25T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T06:36:14.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wat an amazing God we serve...</title><content type='html'>God is truly *amazing... haha i dunno wat was wrong with me today.. or maybe the past few days... been pretty CLUMSY n FORGETFUL.. mebe too many things on my mind... haha been getting tons of scolding from parents for my forgetfulness n clumsiness n stupidity.. haha  sad life..&lt;br /&gt;anw, today was pretty kewl.. started my clumsiness off by tripping on some cement place n lost my toe ring of 8 years! i know dear, eight years is a long itme.. very sentimental. kinda embaressing coz in fornt of many ppl acting cool smoking there.. so i wanted to hide my face.. but finally fouind my ring with mindy.. haha thanks woman! u were a gem to  keep me balance! haha&lt;br /&gt;After tat incident.. had many minor clumsiness like off balancing n clumsiness la basically.. haha but the big BOO HOO was when i got to my so scarieeee business law lecture n realised that i had lost my WALLET!! argh!!! ehehe.. no money inside la.. coz i just splurged on my RM195 law in commerce book! haha only left RM5 inside.. haha so wasnt worried.. then i started to think where i could haf left it or dropped it.. couldnt thoink lo!! then was hoping tat no one would take it n wanted to retrace my steps after lecture coz my lecturer is scarie n fierce!!!! haha im terrified of her la.. she gives me the heebie-jiebies! haha anw, started thinking abt all my License, IC, cards, PHOTOS!! haha then i started to worry.. so i said a very short silent prayer that i would find it later.. n right after tat, i got a phone call.. unidentified phonecall.. was contemplating to pick it up or not.. then decided to risk it as lecture had already started.. n guess wat!!! it was the student''s centre!! they found my wallet! GOD IS SIMPLY AMAZING!! he has worked so many countless times in my life... truly my savior!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-112229857495993981?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/112229857495993981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=112229857495993981&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/112229857495993981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/112229857495993981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2005/07/wat-amazing-god-we-serve.html' title='wat an amazing God we serve...'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-112186234953428020</id><published>2005-07-20T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T05:25:49.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>confused... =)</title><content type='html'>whoa... a long waited entry... haven been free to blog as i just came back from Miri, Sarawak.. no.. i came back already but just didnt seem to feel like blogging... something unexpected happened.. touched back homeground on sunday night.. and had a wonderful time with my friend.. its nice to be picked up from the airport.. =) hehe thanks alot zhang!&lt;br /&gt;however alot of unexpected things happened that night and was feeling pretty down the past few days.. so ya.. hence my mood not to blog..&lt;br /&gt;however i shall enlighten everyone about my wonderful mission trip to miri.. haha the 1st disappointment was the hotel.. it was something that i didnt really expect.. we were to live in a motel.. er hands up anyone who has ever slept in a motel!? esp ones that are dark and dingy and where u just didnt feel comfortable.. the dark corridor to my room was pretty freaky.. ya.. Apple Lodge.. wat a passe name.. it was located in some what a red light district area as the surroundings of the motel were pubs and discos like Cherrie Berries.. haha however was quite an experience.. the 1st thing that hit me was the smell the room beared.. it was.. smelly... like musty and that the room hasnt been aired in decades.. the toilets were..... haha i cant describe it.. its beyond description.. the toilet seat cover was ripped out and it had a horrible, sick smell tat really honestly made me feel like vomitting when i approached the bowl to attempt to do a little business on it.. however it was amazing that i abled to take my bath there.. i took my bath at my fren's place as i was too scared to take it alone..as Pastor Lindy was my roommate and she was always on the move. ya. i actually was so scared to take my bath in the toilet that i cried .May was a great consoler and consoled me and prayed for me.. thanks so much dear!&lt;br /&gt;however there was one thing tat i learnt was that to cover the room in prayer everytime.. after Pastor Lindy covered the room with prayer, i immediately felt much better sleeping there.. i didnt know that she had covered the room in prayer on the 1st day, only did i find out on the last day as we sat up to chat.. seriously! i can really promise u tat prayer really works! God is wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;ya. so  i really thank God for bringing me and giving me this opportunity to go to Miri and help change ppl's lifes there// there were 65 salvations and rededications!! AMAZING!! and to top it all, i ministered to 2 people and helped them to rededicate their lifes.. so cool! 1st time! hehe yea! God is really good.. =)&lt;br /&gt;we also had the opportunity to attend a service at SIB Krokok.. cool name rite? the service was held by african blacks and it was one cool service. all of them had their traditional costumes on and it was a totally diferrent experience.. we were grooving to the black music as its very catchy and was fun! god works in many different ways..&lt;br /&gt;However, the one thing that i caught most of from  the trip was Passion and how we can allign ourselves to it... our passion and goals are very diferrent compared to those who do not haf God in their lives..  and thats the reason why im pretty confused with wats been goin on in my mind.. as my heart and brains do not go in the same direction.. sigh.. i'll leave it to God's hands and hope it turns out right.. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-112186234953428020?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/112186234953428020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=112186234953428020&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/112186234953428020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/112186234953428020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2005/07/confused.html' title='confused... =)'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-112125613622997426</id><published>2005-07-13T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T05:02:16.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>................. *numb*................</title><content type='html'>was out with calvins today n su yi or sue yue...thanks guys for a fun time playing foose n bowling!! haha i won i won!!! IN UR FACE CALVIN!!! keke&lt;br /&gt;ya had breakfast with neillie too....  went to visit her after a long long time.. haha seems so long ago...&lt;br /&gt;aiks. anw, was stuck in the traffic jam with calvin seak when i received a phonecall....it was joleen tham.. haven heard her voice ont he phone for a very long time already... coz her samsung connection thingi also spoilt.. just like my darling hp.. still in the hospital.. oh darling*sobz.. get well quick!mummy missing u lots! ok ok.. so ya.. reason of her calling? to tell me that... that... RESULTS WERE OUT!!! goodness... i just stoned there... n muttered that i thought that they were only coming out the next day, aka thurs.. then it occured to me that it didnt really matter as it was only one day difference... so ya.. she told me her *wonderful results.. wished i got such sonderful results... sigh sigh... then after that call, i received another call.. this time its mindy... crazy mindy.. ya.. she told me that she had just checked hers too... i was like... *ma ma mi ya* aiks! ~bluekz... nothing to say... so ya.. for someone like her who doesnt study n DOES NOT ATTEND ANY OF HER LECTURES..... she did well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, i... I, LAURA ANN LIEW SHAO XIAN attend EVERY ****KIN class n lecture only got....... sigh... its just too depressing to mention here... but i know i deserved it ler... really blame myself... i wasnt paying much attention... n was fooling around too much.. guess this is the price i pay.... howevere, god was gracious n passed me all of my subjects.. *thanks god.. thanks for hearing my prayer... really... was a relief to see tha i passed.. however, i quietly hoped for better results... i hold fully responsible and would not wan to repeat the same mistake again next semester... so no more pyramid for me... n no more long lunches... its the book from now on.... honest!! i really have put my heart to it.. oh.. n no more going out.. at least no more goin out too much... ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k gtg eat dinner.. thanks zhang hui for cheering me up.. *smiles&lt;br /&gt;ya. paremnts want to take me out for dinner before i go to miri... how sweet.. despite the fact that i disappointed themw with my results...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-112125613622997426?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/112125613622997426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=112125613622997426&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/112125613622997426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/112125613622997426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2005/07/numb.html' title='................. *numb*................'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-112114946602411385</id><published>2005-07-11T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T23:24:26.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oosh~ im so scared</title><content type='html'>yesterday i accompanied my friend to collect her results... she was pretty worried n was prepared to fail... but i guess she wasnt all tat prepared... was hard to comfort her.. as i didnt know wat to say to her.. im a bad consoler.. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then, tat experience brought me back to my own reality.... i mean.. my results are coming out on THURSDAY!!! im so so so so so scared!! honest... normally i wont be scared.. im not a usual top scorer.. just an average joe..  but for the last exam, i know i didnt do well.. so ya.. i'm really praying tat god will make a miracle happen n tat i would pass or get better than a pass!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh btw, i failed my last french exam.. it was a pretty big exam.. but i just didnt have time to prepare for it as it was right smack int he middle of my finals above.. tsk... so ya.. french is int he pitts at the moment...&lt;br /&gt;y did i ever take up french ?.. i must have been out of my mind then.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on top of that, i still haven deferred my NS.. just waiting for them to come n collect me to bring me to jail.. sigh sigh... haha would be fun in jail i guess... i mean... how can i attend NS when i only got my letter on saturday n they expect me to report in on sunday?! its crazy! my mum is pretty happy abt me goin to jail.. said that i would save her alot of money! hahah too much! *dush dush..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya. n on top of that with the cherry toppings on it, i'm goin for a missions trip to MIRI. SARAWAK.. erm.. honestly, i wouldnt have signed up if not for a friend that persuaded me to go.. but in the end i feel like i have been doin more work n being more participative in the activities than her!!!! too mcuh rite.... yer yer yer! n this missions is not as i expected to be.. i tot we were goin to reach out in the rural areas.. somewhat like RAUB... int he jungle.. how did i knwo that it'll turn out to be in some civilised church which we were planning n organising a CONFERENCE for them?! oh man.. planning a conference is tough!!! belieff me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya. n i think i prefer non holidays.. haven been getting much sleep lately.. been too busy goin out, yumcha, planning for miri, blogging, online, goin out shoppin wioth no $$, eating, not sleeping, on the phone,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i get more sleep when there are no holidays!!! haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-112114946602411385?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/112114946602411385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=112114946602411385&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/112114946602411385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/112114946602411385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2005/07/oosh-im-so-scared.html' title='oosh~ im so scared'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-112114598488116624</id><published>2005-07-11T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T22:26:24.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>more wormsssss!~~~mangosteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/worms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/worms.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/manggis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/manggis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha picture the scenario.. after dinner, parents were clearing up the dishes... dad was eating mangosteens (has anyone ever thought why they are called mangosteens when they dont even taste like mango?!) haha n laura was.. i dunno.. i really duno what she was doing.. then parents called lil laura to eat some fruits.. aka mangosteens or manggis in malay.. so ya.. laura hates mangosteens.. not hate.. but despises... as she has never in her life mastered the art of eating the flesh without eating the *SouR* seed!! or.. bitter.. ahha although her parents has always teased her that a lil tree would grow on her head whenever she swallows a seed... so ya. she doesnt enjoy mangosteens... nor rambutans!!!! argh! cant seen to eat the flesh without getting the top white layer of the seed into my mouth! haha not a skilled tropical fruit eater! i admit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya. so laura doesnt like.. or know!~eeps~ how to open mangosteens.. coz as u would know, mangosteens causes a purple stain on one's baju if it touches it.. so if u want a barney suit, just open mangosteens with ur baju tat u wan to stain! haha then the usual thing as the past, dad shouts in disgust! "eww! worms..." n wAnts to throw it awaY.. but knowing he's daughter's fetish for worms, he callS her n asks her if she wans to take a picture.. hence.. "THE MANGOSTEEN WORM PICTURES!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously!! so many worms!!! n so fat!!! oh man... i totally lost my appetite for mangosteens n didnt want to eat the already opened mangosteens that my dad had already opened for me... haha so my mum ate them int he end.. funny thing tho.. i had a mild case of diarrhea the next day.... wonder why................hmmm....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-112114598488116624?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/112114598488116624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=112114598488116624&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/112114598488116624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/112114598488116624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2005/07/more-wormsssssmangosteen.html' title='more wormsssss!~~~mangosteen'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-112092851293803799</id><published>2005-07-09T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T10:01:52.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>be proud of your chinese heritage!</title><content type='html'>i've got a friend, his name is zhang hui... he hates to be called that.. my name is laura ann but i dont mind being called shao xian! i think its really cute! haha *bluekZ...&lt;br /&gt;since im like almost a pure banana, i still like to keep whatever little that is left of my chinese heritage! so ya.. shao xian it is!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-112092851293803799?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/112092851293803799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=112092851293803799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/112092851293803799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/112092851293803799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2005/07/be-proud-of-your-chinese-heritage.html' title='be proud of your chinese heritage!'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-112084854490050261</id><published>2005-07-08T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T11:50:54.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sony ericsson sucks!!</title><content type='html'>yer.......... the phone is so sucky!!! i wouldnt buy one in my entire life.. unlesss they become more user friendly!!!! the stupid phone keeps wasting my money!!!! ish!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my darling Samsung!! faster get well n come home to mama k.. u'll be with me for another 2 more years!!!! *muaxx muaxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-112084854490050261?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/112084854490050261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=112084854490050261&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/112084854490050261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/112084854490050261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2005/07/sony-ericsson-sucks.html' title='sony ericsson sucks!!'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-112084771165858155</id><published>2005-07-08T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T11:35:11.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oosh!!! NATIONAL SERVICE!!!</title><content type='html'>NATIONAL SERVICE HERE I COME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was pretty confident when i accompanied xannie to the government office to check out her status on the deferment... i was thinking, hey. they didnt send me a letter like xan.. so wats there to worry abt! haha unfortunately.... im still not cleared!!! my application for deferment was rejected!! FAILED!!!! argh!!! i dunno why, but i dun feel all worried about it.. in fact, im pretty calm about it... haha weird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, i recalled some postman trying to send some letter.. but i was int he toilet doin my big business that i didnt bother to go down to get the letter!! i htink its a high possibility that the letter was the NS letter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not like i dont want to go and serve for my country, as Rachel says,"Do not ask what your country can do for you, but what you can do for your country".. really good words of advice for those who always criticises Malaysia when they are NOT DOING A THING!!!! if u hate malaysia so much n want to improve it, do somethign about it!!! let there be a revolution!!!! go and do something instead of sitting on ur bums n complaining!!! ishhhh... budak sial ni... haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ya. would really want to go for NS.. but parents dun see to be encourtaging.. plus im like halfway studying.. would distract my studies... ok.. i htink that was a lame excuse... aiks.. but nvm... i'd do my NS later... definitely!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-112084771165858155?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/112084771165858155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=112084771165858155&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/112084771165858155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/112084771165858155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2005/07/oosh-national-service.html' title='oosh!!! NATIONAL SERVICE!!!'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-112084658420531371</id><published>2005-07-08T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T11:16:24.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>finally outing with monash frens!</title><content type='html'>hahah finally i went out with mindy and melanie after... a long time of saying that we'd go out... haha can u believe that the holidays are already ending?!! i cant!!!! im so so depressed.. but at the same time relieved.. haha coz i've been spending super lots of money lately... n its really bad.. i think i spent almost RM1000 pluss in this short period of holiday!!!&lt;br /&gt;1. Redang trip- RM 350&lt;br /&gt;2. Mission miri trip- RM 250&lt;br /&gt;3. shopping and miscellaneous few hundred dollars....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh sigh!!! mumsy  making noise dy.. and i haven been like home the past few weeks!? its like my home has become a hotel.. bed and breakfast kinda thing! haha i dun even haf my breakkie here at all sometimes! haha so ya.. i think i really got to curb my spending style n lessen my outdoor activities!!!... aiks.. n i was so looking forward to rock climbing, paint ball... n the endless shopping sprees!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh! went to KL area today with Xannieeee! haha the MNG there is superb!! if u are like me, hate fighting with other customers n hate the endless piles of clothes that u just cant seem to make out,... ta daa!! go to sg.wang's MNG... its so... neat!! like a normal shop!! plus there's no one to fight with there!!! amazing!!! haha had tons of fun with xannie! guilty of not spending time with her lately!! sorrie woman!!! love u lots!!!* muaxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later that night, went out with melanie n mindy.. aka crazy mindy.. haha we already had planned to go to the curve tat night to check out some place that melanie was talking about... so through my *beautiful phone which is spoilt. due tot he connection where one opens n closes it, i messaged mindy to tell mel tat i was leaving my hse to get them... so ya.. went to pick mindy up.. n she told me that mel was in mvm then n is goin home to bathe n go.. so we assumed that that woman had transport there (curve).. btw, curve is not a curve.. but tis a mall by the curve!! haha.. yup yup.. so i tried calling mel to confirm that whether would she be meeting us there... called.. dialled... couldnt get tru... so i figured that what mindy said was tru as she was the last person to talk to that woman!! hahaa so on i drove to the curve.. slowly n steadily.. talking nonsense with crazy mindy.. so when we finally reached there, mel called.. WE WERE SUPPOED TO PICK HER UP!!! haha screwed... we planned the outing to meet up.. not to go some place.. so ya.. drove back to sunway to get her.. haha but before doin tat, me n mindy walked around the curve as  indy hasnt been there before.. we started stepping on the blue lights outside ont eh pavement n fought to step on them!! haha was pretty fun as we are "nothing to do people" ... haha so ya.left in 10 mins, paid parking ticket n left..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after pickin mel, i dunno why but for some reason i didnt feel like talkin.. i think too much driving is not my thing... seriously.. earlier that day i had driven form subang to kl for shopping n back through the jam.. and at night, from subang to pj n back for nothing.. sigh sigh.. haha guys should really do driving... im not saying that i dont enjoy driving!! i do!! really.. its just that... i hate driving without purpose.. unlike my friend lionel whol enjoys driving around.. his hobby is " rounding" haha.. so ya.. we went to pyramid int he end as it was already 10something.. went to Rainforest.. mindy felt like drinking.. haha so she ordered Long Island Tea n i had a Magarita.. was ok.. haha mindy was red n really REALLY hyper.. she started laughing like a crazy woman.. so loud n shrill!!!! i was embaressed... haha after taking a sip from me, mel with the sandwiches n milkshake (acting good!) got a little hight too.. then both of them dragged me to Flams.. i think that is wat it is called la.. ya. haha was ladies night n we just walked right in.. we stood there for awhile.. as the music was not groovy.. n there were alot of shrewd old looking guys there.. was pretty scary.. for some reasons, i didnt feel comfortable.. meybe it was because i was wearing a t-shirt n skirt.. looking a little out of place.. haha everyone else was lookin hot n sexy.. haha i guess i just dun suit the clubbing scene?! saw some hot pretty mamas.. so tall n gorgeous!!! darn... i'd do anything to be tall!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya.. n was supposed to meet up with zhang hui that nite.. =P im really sorry!!! didnt hear ur phone call with all the loud ah-beng music!!! ya.. sorrie k!! hope u forgive me!!! *bluekz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-112084658420531371?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/112084658420531371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=112084658420531371&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/112084658420531371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/112084658420531371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2005/07/finally-outing-with-monash-frens.html' title='finally outing with monash frens!'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-112032200889306041</id><published>2005-07-02T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T09:33:28.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the attack of the maggotss!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/moggots!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/moggots%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/wan%20ton1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/wan%20ton1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ok ok.. this is the interesting story of the maggots that i experienced in Terengganu..... ok.. so there we were, me the alien with the whole ALevels class.. if im not mistaken, PE2? correct me if im wrong... on our way to Pulau Redang.. the resort of all times.... Laguna Resort...btw, i can still feelt he soft sand against my skin.. oohh!! wat a wonderful feeling!!!&lt;br /&gt;anw, we reached Kuala Terengganu at 7-nish and had a quick wash-up att he rest-room... after tat, we headed to Chinatown... pls remind me to never ever go there evere again in my entire life... i think u wont haf to remind me.. i'll pretty much remember it myself!! haha due to wonderful experiences there!!! haha ok.. so everyone settled down at the dingy looking coffeeshop.. i dun blame the shop owners.. it was 7 int he morning!!! hehe ya.. so some of them decided to order the food that was near by.... however..... this smart lil girl here... together with miss Teh Wen Ying n Shing Yi (Chingi) deceided to walk around to see if we had better options... so we finally came to this stall that had some kuih thingis la.. so chingi ordered wan ton mee n followed by me n ying... the shopowner looked... weird? as in he was big n fat.. n old.. with lots of aged, black spots on his hands.. however i ignored that.. 1st WARNING!!.. then i also realised that there were alot alot of flies buzzing around... 2nd WARNING!!! ta da dee daaaaaa!!! haha so the wan ton mees came.. was pretty cheap.. RM2.50.. like where can u get such a price in kl?! haha so paid for it happily.. chingi started eating.. he complained that the noodles were pretty dry.. haha i was busy wiping the utensils... (habit) so yea.. i love green chilli.. honest one.. it goes so wonderfully well with wan ton mee..... haha so i picked a green chilli up n put it on my plate... dug into the noodles n wanted to stuff it in my face.. then i realised that it was.. er.. "un-womanly" to do so.. haha so i picked up some pieces of noodles n gently placed ti on the spoon.. picked up the chilu n placed it on the spoon too.. the chilli however was slightly at the behind part of the spoon.. haha so yea.. started chewing the noodles... then chatting.. ........ then..... i decided to look at wat i was chewing!!!! omgggggggg!!!! there was a maggot squirming n saying hie to me right in my FACE!!! i spat out all the noodles in my mouth immediately (tho the maggot was pretty friendly!) haha n everyone on the table prolly thought tat this alien has gone nuts n has fits or something... started askin me why, n i shouted.. "MAGGOTS MAGGOTS!!" ok.. i know i kinda overacted.. but i have this picture of maggots just being on dead bodies.. its not supposed to be on food!!! haha so yea.. chingi also spat out he noodles..... n after some inspection, we found out the source of the maggots..... THE GREEN CHILLI!!!&lt;br /&gt;all the maggot there were havin fun in the soya sauce.. they were swimming in it, doin the back stroke, climbing the slide, sliding down, doin nonsense there.. haha was pretty amusing watchin them... anw, as typical KL-ians.. or should i put it as tourists, we didnt think of complaining.. but we whipped out our digitals n started snapping pictures of it.. i think i spent about almost 5 pictures on maggots!!! haha was celebrities!&lt;br /&gt;lots of other owners came to see what the commotion was about but the owner never came by.. he was prolly hiding somewhere!!&lt;br /&gt;me, ying , chingi lost our appetites that morning.... i lost my appetite for wan ton mee...............forever?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-112032200889306041?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/112032200889306041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=112032200889306041&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/112032200889306041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/112032200889306041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2005/07/attack-of-maggotss.html' title='the attack of the maggotss!!'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-112032058144710735</id><published>2005-07-02T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T09:09:41.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The attack of the Wormssssss!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/wan%20ton.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/worm%20durian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/worm%20durian.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/1600/backflip%20durian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2837/1103/320/backflip%20durian.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was super happy when my dad brought back durians for my mum to celebrate their 20th anniversary of wedded bliss~.. haha anw... was happily munching through the durians when my parents *shrieked!... tilted my head from the computer and wondered wat had happened.. haha and to my.. er.. happiness? i managed to expertly photograph a SUPER HUGE FAT worm.. as u see in the pic next to the text.. ~oosh!!! happiness la... serious.. my parents thought i had gone beserk as i was happily snapping away the fat worm doing backflips as seen int he picture.. haha but hey! u don't get to see a fat worm everyday rite?! n it thrills me... ok.. im weird.. i admit it.. i have a fetish for worms...... *bluekz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-112032058144710735?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/112032058144710735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=112032058144710735&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/112032058144710735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/112032058144710735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2005/07/attack-of-wormssssss.html' title='The attack of the Wormssssss!!!'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-111971414354934609</id><published>2005-06-25T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T08:42:23.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh man.... diarrhea sucks.....</title><content type='html'>hahaha for the first time in my life... something interesting has happened after eating dinner.... being my first proper meal since ... thurs? yea.. thurs night... i didnt eat a proper meal the whole of friday... had maggie in a cup for dinner on thurs night, and survived on sweet desserts on friday.. had 2 small slices of frozen pizzas with Hsian and her friend, su Jin (if im not mistaken abt the spellin!) , half a choc milky cookie bar, water, a slice of sugee cake, vanilla latte (which didnt taste like it!) with cheneille and hsian and debbie popped in for quick "hies" n "byes" in between.. hehe after tat, accompanied debbie eat her oh-so-craved asam laksa which she ate the past 3 consecutive days! i didnt eat asam laksa but had red ruby dessert.. super yummie at little penang in MidValley.. hehe hsian and neillie ate asam laksa too.. hahaha after tat i headed to coUZ with Mindy and JinWang (Jimmy as Sam calls him!) and at night.......... my lovely favourite craved place which i was thinking about the whole day since shing yi (chingi) asked me to join them at MURNI'S!!! super yummie! sat down, all smiles... ordered soursop fruit drink whick chingi recommended.. which i've seen so many ppl drinking it at murni's but never figured out wat it was.. so finally got to try it! haha n ordered my favourite Roti Ayam SPECIAL!!! yummie... thinking abt it now also brings saliva to my mouth.. haha erm.. ya.. the drink came.. poor tat wei forced hiself to eat.. coz i begged him to accompany me eat.. hmm. seconds passed by.. tat wei's maggie goreng came... minutes passed by...... tat wei was finishing his noodles.. my ROTI STILL HAVEN came!!! sigh sigh... waited.. but was chatting with wen ying la.. so din realise time passed.. haha n before i knew it.... it was like almost an hour... yhe stewpid waiter forgot abt  me!!!! ish... can u feel my frustration!!!!! argh!!!! hahaha so like i kinda went to bed with an empty stomach coz was just too frustrated to oreder another one......... *bleks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, coming back to the interesting topic..... dun tell anyone k.... i had a bad case of diarrhea today!!!!! argh!!! 1st time in my life.. i shat... or "leaked" is the word more likely for it.... hahaha onto my underpants.... (more polite than panties) &gt;.&lt;  *Eeeps... shy only.. good thing my auntie Rosie just came so like was wearing pampers.... haha if not, the leaks would have been ALL over the place.. hahahahaha.... i'm really disgusting...&lt;br /&gt;ya.. eewww........ just thinking about it brings the "ber-gee-bers" to me.. (from madagascar) haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must be the maggots................&lt;br /&gt;really... haha will tell tat story later with pictures!!!&lt;br /&gt;laters!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-111971414354934609?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/111971414354934609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=111971414354934609&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/111971414354934609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/111971414354934609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2005/06/oh-man-diarrhea-sucks.html' title='oh man.... diarrhea sucks.....'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-111885714515501063</id><published>2005-06-15T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T10:41:52.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>y doesnt he?</title><content type='html'>advised by xanna to use "he" or alphabeth.. but i'll stick to "he"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y does he seem not to care?&lt;br /&gt;y does he ignore me?&lt;br /&gt;y does he not wait for me?&lt;br /&gt;y does he not be gentle-manly?&lt;br /&gt;y does he not be a man and take responsibilities?&lt;br /&gt;y doesn't he walk beside me?&lt;br /&gt;y does he not care for me?&lt;br /&gt;y does he not know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. darn... laurels gettin emo here... ~sigh... the prevails of loneliness when everybody around you is just so "coupled"... u look left, u look right, u see couples doing their nonsense...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha tat brings me to my amusement of watchin a movie with 2 couples!!! PLEASE TAKE MY ADVICE AND DO NOT WATCH A MOVIE WITH 2COUPLES!!!! im speakin from experience!!&lt;br /&gt;last year, after our finals, i decided to hang around my coursemates... how fortunate of me tat i so happened to be close to a girl and a guy... unfortunately, they both haf a boyfriend and girlfriend respectively and i so happened to sit in between the girl and guy tat i was pretty close to...&lt;br /&gt;so i was pretty much their lamp post... or since i aint tall nor 'bright', a fire hydrant...... hahaha.. so ya.. when i wanted to share a joke, u pretty much get the idea tat i shared it to myself!! so sad!!!!! never felt lonelier in my entire life!!! *sigh sigh... so ya.. take my advice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coming back to the point.... im very human... i face temptation and sometimes the body takes over the mind and soul... but i pray hard that i would not be tempted in anyway...&lt;br /&gt;for instance, i know that im not ready for a relationship.. but why do i feel so disappointed whenever "he" doesnt meet an expectation of mine? i guess im still expecting from human rather than God.. which i already know but is hard to keep up to... *sigh... expectations can really make or break a person...&lt;br /&gt;always tell myself to stop expecting and forget him.. but it's just not working!! gosh~&lt;br /&gt;i better stop here... i can continue for hours.. hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, cell was good i think... hope it was good for others!! did like a self evaluation thing... found it ont he net.. was pretty interesting.. sharing ur negative side n positive side.. somewhat like a self critic test.. hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-111885714515501063?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/111885714515501063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=111885714515501063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/111885714515501063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/111885714515501063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2005/06/y-doesnt-he.html' title='y doesnt he?'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816712.post-111742776811948620</id><published>2005-05-29T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T21:36:08.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>argh... market lady.. ish</title><content type='html'>oh my.. im like sitting in Business Stats and Econometrics class now.. market lady or ah sam or watever is talkin some shit.. i have no freakin idea wat int he world is happening.... i feel so lost...... ishh!!! PLOBALITY.... PALAMETER..... JILO.... arghhhhhhhhh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's makin me hate stats la wei... made me change my mind abt actuarial science.. wahahha if go tat line, sure cannot survive one... good thing i got a little taste of stats...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun think i'll ever miss her.. she's like one of the worst lecturers i've ever had.. so cheong hay... never have conclusion... ask question, she go one round n no CONCLUSION!!!!&lt;br /&gt; i dunno wat the hell i've  learnt in the past half year!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816712-111742776811948620?l=lovelylaurels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/feeds/111742776811948620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816712&amp;postID=111742776811948620&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/111742776811948620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816712/posts/default/111742776811948620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylaurels.blogspot.com/2005/05/argh-market-lady-ish.html' title='argh... market lady.. ish'/><author><name>Precious things</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
