<?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-3509039126390205463</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:56:24.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Life of a Princess</title><subtitle type='html'>Life is just full of wonderful and exciting experiences. We may not be able to live each others' experiences but we can sure share them. May sharing enrich our lives.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Privateblogger</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>83</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509039126390205463.post-5143377561536873790</id><published>2011-10-15T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T23:50:10.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weddings Galore</title><content type='html'>This is certainly a good year to get hitched&lt;br /&gt;In just one month, two of my course mates stepped into the life of wedded bliss.&lt;br /&gt;It is also a highlight for me as it was my first time as a Ji Mui&lt;br /&gt;And the wedding was a great time to meet old friends and catch up.&lt;br /&gt;Here's what happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sook Yeen married Min Chyau in a grand affair at the Tai Thong restaurant on 15 Oct 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t_keh4YZFKc/Tpp6EyDA37I/AAAAAAAABCI/qarQZZVPGYU/s1600/IMG_1200%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t_keh4YZFKc/Tpp6EyDA37I/AAAAAAAABCI/qarQZZVPGYU/s200/IMG_1200%255B1%255D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663973703944298418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a beautiful wedding with her mom's friends performing line dancing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her slide show of photos were amazing too.&lt;br /&gt;This course mate of mine is a model in her own right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FMZse_QPcyg/Tpp6E19hEtI/AAAAAAAABCY/aVgVQJw365s/s1600/IMG_1216%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FMZse_QPcyg/Tpp6E19hEtI/AAAAAAAABCY/aVgVQJw365s/s200/IMG_1216%255B1%255D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663973704994984658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My first year room mates. I wished I had the memo that red was the theme color&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jtd3kncDhzM/Tpp6DTmilpI/AAAAAAAABCA/ZOMOmTHmOEg/s1600/IMG_1197%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jtd3kncDhzM/Tpp6DTmilpI/AAAAAAAABCA/ZOMOmTHmOEg/s200/IMG_1197%255B1%255D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663973678591940242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sook Yeen and Min Chyau in their first ensemble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carmen married Jo Wong on the 8th of October&lt;br /&gt;We went to her house in Seremban to fool the Hing Tais&lt;br /&gt;We later followed her to his house in Serdang where I caught the Bridal Bouquet&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't that hard to catch cause everyone else had a boyfriend and I was only one single&lt;br /&gt;I was practically handed the flower =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kXiKI1J86N0/Tpp9XSoaDLI/AAAAAAAABCg/hmBGWW5d1MI/s1600/IMG_1182%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kXiKI1J86N0/Tpp9XSoaDLI/AAAAAAAABCg/hmBGWW5d1MI/s320/IMG_1182%255B1%255D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663977320463600818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The wedding banquet was in the evening at Puchong.&lt;br /&gt;There was even an open mic session&lt;br /&gt;First time in my life I sang a Mandarin song in front of so many strangers&lt;br /&gt;I only knew one English word in that song&lt;br /&gt;"Darling"&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5fcXdYBf8Jc/Tpp6C5FZiuI/AAAAAAAABBw/ugp17Jh_qog/s1600/IMG_1189%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5fcXdYBf8Jc/Tpp6C5FZiuI/AAAAAAAABBw/ugp17Jh_qog/s200/IMG_1189%255B1%255D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663973671473613538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Business Course Girls occupied one table&lt;br /&gt;Sadly Kah Mun couldn't make it or it would have been 11 of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bride and I before the dinner began&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MXUjOGNmTJM/Tpp6ClB-_OI/AAAAAAAABBk/8TojBUkjRCE/s1600/IMG_1185%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MXUjOGNmTJM/Tpp6ClB-_OI/AAAAAAAABBk/8TojBUkjRCE/s200/IMG_1185%255B1%255D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663973666090581218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love weddings! Simply because I  get to play dress up&lt;br /&gt;I wish these two joy and everlasting love every day of their lives...&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for allowing me to be a part in such a meaningful event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3509039126390205463-5143377561536873790?l=pixiehong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/feeds/5143377561536873790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2011/10/weddings-galore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/5143377561536873790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/5143377561536873790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2011/10/weddings-galore.html' title='Weddings Galore'/><author><name>Privateblogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t_keh4YZFKc/Tpp6EyDA37I/AAAAAAAABCI/qarQZZVPGYU/s72-c/IMG_1200%255B1%255D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509039126390205463.post-7661944931442879878</id><published>2011-03-09T17:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T17:18:33.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="height:250px; width:250px; margin:5px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trulyashopper.com" title="I Love Shopper"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.trulyashopper.com/images/banners/love250.gif" height="250px" width="250px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it!!&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY!! finally shoppers are being recognised.&lt;br /&gt;finally shopping is no longer seen as a futile activity and a waste of money.&lt;br /&gt;It takes strategy, sense of style, and budgeting skills to create a million dollar look from RM100&lt;br /&gt;even the great John Galliano from House of Dior can't do that (anymore) !!&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tempted to be apart of this :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3509039126390205463-7661944931442879878?l=pixiehong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/feeds/7661944931442879878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-cant-believe-it-finally-finally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/7661944931442879878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/7661944931442879878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-cant-believe-it-finally-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>Privateblogger</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-3509039126390205463.post-2663663121750544084</id><published>2011-02-15T02:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T02:09:28.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bunnyeesang CNY Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lvZnsC9D-nk/TVpQoV5ZDyI/AAAAAAAABBQ/DAvp7LYS65Q/s1600/DSC_9839%2B%252822%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573856142827261730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lvZnsC9D-nk/TVpQoV5ZDyI/AAAAAAAABBQ/DAvp7LYS65Q/s320/DSC_9839%2B%252822%2529.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Longest Yee Sang Table, more than 4 meters long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qpfKxnjm2m8/TVpQoFhXlCI/AAAAAAAABBI/k2c2Ht1BHQs/s1600/DSC_9824%2B%252813%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573856138431534114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qpfKxnjm2m8/TVpQoFhXlCI/AAAAAAAABBI/k2c2Ht1BHQs/s320/DSC_9824%2B%252813%2529.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My bunny twins a.k.a the Emcees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mFc8BAx1D8o/TVpQnw6CKvI/AAAAAAAABBA/P17YUM4u94Y/s1600/DSC_9823%2B%252812%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573856132897843954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mFc8BAx1D8o/TVpQnw6CKvI/AAAAAAAABBA/P17YUM4u94Y/s320/DSC_9823%2B%252812%2529.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The cheongsam model&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;An estimated 60 pax turned out to be 90 pax&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;with the longest yee sang table as the pull factor, everyone came to celebrate the new year in style&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;red pink and white decorated the hall which brought out the new year mood of joy prosperity and good fortune.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet I think i'm getting too old to organize a party. Without my trusted team I won't be able to make it happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now let's start planning for the Christmas party :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3509039126390205463-2663663121750544084?l=pixiehong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/feeds/2663663121750544084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2011/02/bunnyeesang-cny-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/2663663121750544084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/2663663121750544084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2011/02/bunnyeesang-cny-party.html' title='The Bunnyeesang CNY Party'/><author><name>Privateblogger</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/-lvZnsC9D-nk/TVpQoV5ZDyI/AAAAAAAABBQ/DAvp7LYS65Q/s72-c/DSC_9839%2B%252822%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509039126390205463.post-8583456336489018382</id><published>2011-02-06T07:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T07:23:41.794-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess Watch Polycarbonate Collection for Sale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/TU681yvwOuI/AAAAAAAABAY/SPJENiK-RZQ/s1600/IMG_0853%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/TU681yvwOuI/AAAAAAAABAY/SPJENiK-RZQ/s320/IMG_0853%255B1%255D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570597421445036770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/TU681mPXOMI/AAAAAAAABAQ/FVcwWN6E-ek/s1600/IMG_0851%255B2%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/TU681mPXOMI/AAAAAAAABAQ/FVcwWN6E-ek/s320/IMG_0851%255B2%255D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570597418087954626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/TU681apVq6I/AAAAAAAABAI/oSRR4yN4LUg/s1600/IMG_0852%255B1%255D"&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/_bmuxSacW2oU/TU681apVq6I/AAAAAAAABAI/oSRR4yN4LUg/s320/IMG_0852%255B1%255D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570597414975679394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've recently won a white Guess watch in a Cleo Magazine competition.&lt;br /&gt;it's a ladies watch and it's brand new. I've scouted around and found out the selling price to be RM 499 per piece.&lt;br /&gt;I would like to sell this watch at RM 450.&lt;br /&gt;The price is negotiable and the exchange will be via Cash on Delivery terms.&lt;br /&gt;If your are interested please drop me a comment on this blog post or at my chatbox.&lt;br /&gt;Leave your name and maybe your email address so that I may contact you further.&lt;br /&gt;This would make a great Valentine's gift :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3509039126390205463-8583456336489018382?l=pixiehong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/feeds/8583456336489018382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2011/02/guess-watch-polycarbonate-collection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/8583456336489018382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/8583456336489018382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2011/02/guess-watch-polycarbonate-collection.html' title='Guess Watch Polycarbonate Collection for Sale'/><author><name>Privateblogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/TU681yvwOuI/AAAAAAAABAY/SPJENiK-RZQ/s72-c/IMG_0853%255B1%255D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509039126390205463.post-5654338080140235502</id><published>2010-11-19T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T20:27:56.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Perth with Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/TOdLPrmIGwI/AAAAAAAAA_4/IETVUms-n6s/s1600/IMG_2092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541480599275444994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/TOdLPrmIGwI/AAAAAAAAA_4/IETVUms-n6s/s320/IMG_2092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Don't you think I'd pass as an Australian ambassador?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/TOdLOyBmpMI/AAAAAAAAA_w/TAWqM58W5MU/s1600/IMG_0420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541480583821436098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/TOdLOyBmpMI/AAAAAAAAA_w/TAWqM58W5MU/s320/IMG_0420.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Red Tingle Trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/TOdLOZm-O9I/AAAAAAAAA_o/GnMdpN1pPD0/s1600/IMG_0126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541480577267284946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/TOdLOZm-O9I/AAAAAAAAA_o/GnMdpN1pPD0/s320/IMG_0126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Joey Senior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/TOdLN5qjfAI/AAAAAAAAA_g/7eRa5SlNlwU/s1600/IMG_1799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541480568692374530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/TOdLN5qjfAI/AAAAAAAAA_g/7eRa5SlNlwU/s320/IMG_1799.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wind Farm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/TOdLNfvrL_I/AAAAAAAAA_Y/pAgLQJpUeug/s1600/IMG_0194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541480561734529010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/TOdLNfvrL_I/AAAAAAAAA_Y/pAgLQJpUeug/s320/IMG_0194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Perth Gold Mint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally get to visit my grandaunt at Perth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Traveled down south to Albany to the edge of the Australian continent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The scene was like Lord of the Rings meets Narnia, simply breath-taking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not to mention the delicious chocolates, ice creams and salads that i had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wish Malaysia had more of them.Shopping was so fantastic that I am now broke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loved everything about Australia!! Hope to visit another city next time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sydney?Brisbane?The Outback??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only time will tell (and my wallet)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3509039126390205463-5654338080140235502?l=pixiehong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/feeds/5654338080140235502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2010/11/from-perth-with-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/5654338080140235502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/5654338080140235502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2010/11/from-perth-with-love.html' title='From Perth with Love'/><author><name>Privateblogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/TOdLPrmIGwI/AAAAAAAAA_4/IETVUms-n6s/s72-c/IMG_2092.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509039126390205463.post-3181915197058423464</id><published>2010-06-13T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T01:50:17.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bicycling at Bukit Cahaya Shah Alam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/TBSbEFhFLGI/AAAAAAAAA_I/nRaLJCoek_U/s1600/28428_429854508791_651578791_5700642_5714048_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482177140919446626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/TBSbEFhFLGI/AAAAAAAAA_I/nRaLJCoek_U/s320/28428_429854508791_651578791_5700642_5714048_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; cycling is hard work!! especially when you're going up the slope. almost gave up if not because of brian who pushed me forward and also pushed my bike LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/TBSbDzYcDcI/AAAAAAAAA_A/KauMag9Y1O4/s1600/28428_429835138791_651578791_5700315_1059235_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482177136051359170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/TBSbDzYcDcI/AAAAAAAAA_A/KauMag9Y1O4/s320/28428_429835138791_651578791_5700315_1059235_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Accomplishing the ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/TBSbDWfsT-I/AAAAAAAAA-4/DQgxuyFmHS8/s1600/28428_429835088791_651578791_5700307_5578255_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482177128297156578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/TBSbDWfsT-I/AAAAAAAAA-4/DQgxuyFmHS8/s320/28428_429835088791_651578791_5700307_5578255_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the riders. (L-R) alvin, me, yien, brian, vic, jeremy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/TBSbDEPun8I/AAAAAAAAA-w/lg265f2nf6M/s1600/28428_429835048791_651578791_5700303_3473147_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482177123398361026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/TBSbDEPun8I/AAAAAAAAA-w/lg265f2nf6M/s320/28428_429835048791_651578791_5700303_3473147_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Good exercise and a whole lot of fun =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/TBSbC2GJN2I/AAAAAAAAA-o/TlqjcfON-i8/s1600/28428_429835008791_651578791_5700296_2264580_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482177119600064354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/TBSbC2GJN2I/AAAAAAAAA-o/TlqjcfON-i8/s320/28428_429835008791_651578791_5700296_2264580_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They also had a mini petting zoo. parrots, horses, and etc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't wait for the next outdoor adventure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3509039126390205463-3181915197058423464?l=pixiehong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/feeds/3181915197058423464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2010/06/bicycling-at-bukit-cahaya-shah-alam.html#comment-form' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/3181915197058423464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/3181915197058423464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2010/06/bicycling-at-bukit-cahaya-shah-alam.html' title='Bicycling at Bukit Cahaya Shah Alam'/><author><name>Privateblogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/TBSbEFhFLGI/AAAAAAAAA_I/nRaLJCoek_U/s72-c/28428_429854508791_651578791_5700642_5714048_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509039126390205463.post-3129697145355541048</id><published>2010-06-13T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T01:44:28.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Edeventure Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/TBSZ1fuMM7I/AAAAAAAAA-g/IfD2gNs0tSM/s1600/28428_430595623791_651578791_5722218_5294410_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482175790744089522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/TBSZ1fuMM7I/AAAAAAAAA-g/IfD2gNs0tSM/s320/28428_430595623791_651578791_5722218_5294410_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Traditional means of transportation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/TBSZ1Icc8jI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/ZyyDmxfuU7o/s1600/28428_430595093791_651578791_5722176_426946_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482175784495673906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/TBSZ1Icc8jI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/ZyyDmxfuU7o/s320/28428_430595093791_651578791_5722176_426946_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rock climbing a 40 foot wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/TBSZ07-V99I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/FHIHI6tGa9E/s1600/28428_430594758791_651578791_5722152_3375383_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482175781148162002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/TBSZ07-V99I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/FHIHI6tGa9E/s320/28428_430594758791_651578791_5722152_3375383_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Registration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/TBSZ0j7rQxI/AAAAAAAAA-I/AO8Oa-lZuk8/s1600/28428_430594733791_651578791_5722150_6917839_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482175774694523666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/TBSZ0j7rQxI/AAAAAAAAA-I/AO8Oa-lZuk8/s320/28428_430594733791_651578791_5722150_6917839_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Group picture during ocean rafting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/TBSZ0O3THKI/AAAAAAAAA-A/VDmUT7GRNoQ/s1600/28422_399390518485_508623485_4078536_8254204_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482175769039019170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/TBSZ0O3THKI/AAAAAAAAA-A/VDmUT7GRNoQ/s320/28422_399390518485_508623485_4078536_8254204_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Heading to the beach on a lorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;to think that i should participate in something as extereme as rock climbing and abselling...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i did...what the heck...haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and surprisingly i enjoyed every bit of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;check me and my friends out in action&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at Linggi Melaka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3509039126390205463-3129697145355541048?l=pixiehong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/feeds/3129697145355541048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2010/06/edeventure-camp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/3129697145355541048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/3129697145355541048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2010/06/edeventure-camp.html' title='Edeventure Camp'/><author><name>Privateblogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/TBSZ1fuMM7I/AAAAAAAAA-g/IfD2gNs0tSM/s72-c/28428_430595623791_651578791_5722218_5294410_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509039126390205463.post-1383467850751907255</id><published>2010-05-15T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T08:40:53.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/S-7AFlIsywI/AAAAAAAAA94/Bb68vqREiTA/s1600/CNY6_jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471521799402212098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 106px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/S-7AFlIsywI/AAAAAAAAA94/Bb68vqREiTA/s320/CNY6_jpg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kakashi group doing ang pau lanterns for CNY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/S-7AFTsNvxI/AAAAAAAAA9w/WaPbjVGQi0U/s1600/CNY25_jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471521794719334162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 106px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/S-7AFTsNvxI/AAAAAAAAA9w/WaPbjVGQi0U/s320/CNY25_jpg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; CNY lo Sang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/S-7AFDLRuVI/AAAAAAAAA9o/0DtHo8zGLcc/s1600/Kakashi_proud_of_their_group.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471521790286215506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/S-7AFDLRuVI/AAAAAAAAA9o/0DtHo8zGLcc/s320/Kakashi_proud_of_their_group.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; KAKASHI GROUP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently participted in a community program&lt;br /&gt;Visiting a chinese school and teach the children english maths and how to build self confidence&lt;br /&gt;it a whole lot of fun. i learn so many things from children.&lt;br /&gt;how to be care free how to have fun and etc.&lt;br /&gt;certainly tiring after half a day but it's truly worth while. AND FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3509039126390205463-1383467850751907255?l=pixiehong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/feeds/1383467850751907255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2010/05/giving-back.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/1383467850751907255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/1383467850751907255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2010/05/giving-back.html' title='Giving Back'/><author><name>Privateblogger</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/_bmuxSacW2oU/S-7AFlIsywI/AAAAAAAAA94/Bb68vqREiTA/s72-c/CNY6_jpg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509039126390205463.post-4533271024779960136</id><published>2010-05-15T08:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T08:37:41.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Orientation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/S-6_YWC7f-I/AAAAAAAAA9g/xFVG697hmkk/s1600/19072_308912110641_710280641_3537824_6760449_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471521022257364962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/S-6_YWC7f-I/AAAAAAAAA9g/xFVG697hmkk/s320/19072_308912110641_710280641_3537824_6760449_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miss my orientation friends. it was a super fun 16 days. makan makan tidur makan tidur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we were a very close group being only 22 ppl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there were plenty of scandals too. which made the orientation funner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now some are in Kertih some are in Kedah some are in Kl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where ever you are: PIPE 54 ROCKS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3509039126390205463-4533271024779960136?l=pixiehong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/feeds/4533271024779960136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2010/05/orientation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/4533271024779960136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/4533271024779960136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2010/05/orientation.html' title='Orientation'/><author><name>Privateblogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/S-6_YWC7f-I/AAAAAAAAA9g/xFVG697hmkk/s72-c/19072_308912110641_710280641_3537824_6760449_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509039126390205463.post-1870006058877854342</id><published>2010-05-15T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T08:35:27.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Putrajaya Hot Air Balloon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/S-6-rhJrQkI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/3QpwxOz9L9Q/s1600/24086_402835273791_651578791_5009737_4082263_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471520252144337474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/S-6-rhJrQkI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/3QpwxOz9L9Q/s320/24086_402835273791_651578791_5009737_4082263_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alvin and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/S-6-rbCfcuI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/79p_jNp03IE/s1600/24086_402835143791_651578791_5009715_2320253_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471520250503590626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/S-6-rbCfcuI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/79p_jNp03IE/s320/24086_402835143791_651578791_5009715_2320253_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily and I&lt;br /&gt; A random trip i took with my cg members after church. we took a lot of pictures at putrajaya while waiting for the balloons to rise. and then the inevitable happened. it rained. but at least we say them on the ground. sigh. Photos courtesy from Brian&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/3509039126390205463-1870006058877854342?l=pixiehong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/feeds/1870006058877854342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2010/05/putrajaya-hot-air-balloon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/1870006058877854342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/1870006058877854342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2010/05/putrajaya-hot-air-balloon.html' title='Putrajaya Hot Air Balloon'/><author><name>Privateblogger</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/_bmuxSacW2oU/S-6-rhJrQkI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/3QpwxOz9L9Q/s72-c/24086_402835273791_651578791_5009737_4082263_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509039126390205463.post-3146646248573244299</id><published>2010-05-15T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T08:31:56.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Business Night 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/S-6-DW4f7cI/AAAAAAAAA9I/3xWfsGgcHZA/s1600/25994_380315269329_621079329_3661323_8087959_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471519562193169858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/S-6-DW4f7cI/AAAAAAAAA9I/3xWfsGgcHZA/s320/25994_380315269329_621079329_3661323_8087959_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; New President Tenant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/S-6-DPQMLqI/AAAAAAAAA9A/Jc6Kn4e_zSY/s1600/24474_413032385599_610035599_5559195_4315578_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471519560145055394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/S-6-DPQMLqI/AAAAAAAAA9A/Jc6Kn4e_zSY/s320/24474_413032385599_610035599_5559195_4315578_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My batch mates. the dinosaurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although i'm like a dinosaur now graduated a year ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;still feeling much attached to my juniors and the university&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i attended the Business Nite 2010 held at Tropicana Golf Club&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the record never go there because the food sucks. theyburnt the sharks fin and they dared bring it to the table. the fried rice was a year old. broken rice and it tastes weird. the mushroon and brocolli dish looked unappetizing because the brocolli was a month old yellow and dead. my friends and i had to go for supper after that. but it's not to food. its the company ya?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;made new friends too. =) wishing my juniors all the best as they step into the working world :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3509039126390205463-3146646248573244299?l=pixiehong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/feeds/3146646248573244299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2010/05/business-night-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/3146646248573244299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/3146646248573244299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2010/05/business-night-2010.html' title='Business Night 2010'/><author><name>Privateblogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/S-6-DW4f7cI/AAAAAAAAA9I/3xWfsGgcHZA/s72-c/25994_380315269329_621079329_3661323_8087959_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509039126390205463.post-884806401629453045</id><published>2010-04-17T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T07:49:00.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tutor Anyone?</title><content type='html'>Dear all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am planning to start a tution group for primary and secondary school students including STPM candidates.&lt;br /&gt;Since I intend to go back to the academic field some day I thought that I can spend some time practicing how to teach and also to keep in touch with what I've learned in university so that I don't loose the knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;So if you know any students looking for a tuition teacher? Drop me a message or a comment here and we can work out the details&lt;br /&gt;Or if there are any tuition center owners out there who needs a tutor. Look me up too.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3509039126390205463-884806401629453045?l=pixiehong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/feeds/884806401629453045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2010/04/tutor-anyone.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/884806401629453045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/884806401629453045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2010/04/tutor-anyone.html' title='Tutor Anyone?'/><author><name>Privateblogger</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-3509039126390205463.post-474476735020312477</id><published>2010-03-06T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T07:02:10.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kuching Feb 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/S5JsLbevC4I/AAAAAAAAA84/VV8aMw_XhV4/s1600-h/IMG_2164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/S5JsLbevC4I/AAAAAAAAA84/VV8aMw_XhV4/s320/IMG_2164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445533843055381378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sea horses in love...Brian's car&lt;br /&gt;Followed Brian and Yien to their home town Kuching.&lt;br /&gt;Great small town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/S5JsKoRk5RI/AAAAAAAAA8w/tLxKi3ux6dU/s1600-h/IMG_2133.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/_bmuxSacW2oU/S5JsKoRk5RI/AAAAAAAAA8w/tLxKi3ux6dU/s320/IMG_2133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445533829309981970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went first to the town aquarium where its free entry.&lt;br /&gt;saw some really delicious looking fish&lt;br /&gt;scary crocs and of course this dugong statue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/S5JsJXUQndI/AAAAAAAAA8o/nbQc9PWK-hQ/s1600-h/IMG_2140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/S5JsJXUQndI/AAAAAAAAA8o/nbQc9PWK-hQ/s320/IMG_2140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445533807577963986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/S5JsIb1KKOI/AAAAAAAAA8g/mnkpYeBGfW0/s1600-h/IMG_2143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/S5JsIb1KKOI/AAAAAAAAA8g/mnkpYeBGfW0/s320/IMG_2143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445533791609825506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;visited the museum apparently one of the best in kuching&lt;br /&gt;above me is a chandelier of skulls...cool huh.&lt;br /&gt;usually a fire is kept burning underneath&lt;br /&gt;apparently if you keep the skulls warm the spirits won't haunt u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/S5JsHZu9HMI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/qIgyMTKD7kA/s1600-h/IMG_2149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/S5JsHZu9HMI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/qIgyMTKD7kA/s320/IMG_2149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445533773867064514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just some random pose that he boys made me do with the tall sculpture outside the museum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/S5JqMSMP6pI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/VFkSr6TU2r4/s1600-h/IMG_2159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/S5JqMSMP6pI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/VFkSr6TU2r4/s320/IMG_2159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445531658718538386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unspicy curry chicken rice for lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/S5JqL1biiUI/AAAAAAAAA8I/CxeNYI-i_F8/s1600-h/IMG_2169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/S5JqL1biiUI/AAAAAAAAA8I/CxeNYI-i_F8/s320/IMG_2169.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445531650998044994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best....white lady drink and metahorn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/S5JqLI0KG9I/AAAAAAAAA8A/Aj4jMxg7kNc/s1600-h/IMG_2230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/S5JqLI0KG9I/AAAAAAAAA8A/Aj4jMxg7kNc/s320/IMG_2230.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445531639021706194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a cultural show in cultural village.&lt;br /&gt;a nice place to visit if you want to see half naken men walking around the premises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/S5JqKiOaYdI/AAAAAAAAA74/L5RH2E5ig2g/s1600-h/IMG_2239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/S5JqKiOaYdI/AAAAAAAAA74/L5RH2E5ig2g/s320/IMG_2239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445531628662841810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meet up with this silly man.&lt;br /&gt;what's with the face josh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/S5JqJ-tChqI/AAAAAAAAA7w/QPS4nOUkzdE/s1600-h/IMG_2244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/S5JqJ-tChqI/AAAAAAAAA7w/QPS4nOUkzdE/s320/IMG_2244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445531619127625378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Orang Utan sanctuary but didn't see any real ones&lt;br /&gt;so the statue will have to suffice&lt;br /&gt;Thanks brian and yien for their wonderful hospitality and generosity&lt;br /&gt;KUCHING ROX&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/3509039126390205463-474476735020312477?l=pixiehong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/feeds/474476735020312477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2010/03/kuching-feb-2010.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/474476735020312477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/474476735020312477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2010/03/kuching-feb-2010.html' title='Kuching Feb 2010'/><author><name>Privateblogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/S5JsLbevC4I/AAAAAAAAA84/VV8aMw_XhV4/s72-c/IMG_2164.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509039126390205463.post-7219185676487065348</id><published>2010-01-16T07:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T07:24:43.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Charity Visit 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/S1HZhHlKrMI/AAAAAAAAA7g/VY0s9inylGc/s1600-h/IMG_2121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427358188952005826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/S1HZhHlKrMI/AAAAAAAAA7g/VY0s9inylGc/s320/IMG_2121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The seniors that came.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had 6 generations present&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We lost some in between but as long as there are those who still care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/S1HZgitNbQI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/99JkG96KzqI/s1600-h/IMG_2116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427358179053628674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/S1HZgitNbQI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/99JkG96KzqI/s320/IMG_2116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With my juniors Nicole and Ali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/S1HZgLZ3XxI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/ivFCCCF9vqk/s1600-h/IMG_2114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427358172798476050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/S1HZgLZ3XxI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/ivFCCCF9vqk/s320/IMG_2114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With Yik Sing and one of the residents of the care center&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Organized by the Business Club of UM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;this annual event will take students to Pusat Penjagaan Kanak Kanak Cacat Taman Megah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;for me it was a another chance to support and encourage my juniors in their efforts as well as to re-connect and engage with them after graduating 6 months ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i am actually very terrified of the residents at the care center because some are physically handicapped but some are mentally challenged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've seen some pull on the juniors hair. I've seen some push them around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So a lot of patience and love goes into helping them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's not so much of providing for them materially, but letting them know that the public are aware of their situation and that they are not forgotten in society.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Great job juniors!! Keep making me proud&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/3509039126390205463-7219185676487065348?l=pixiehong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/feeds/7219185676487065348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2010/01/charity-visit-2010.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/7219185676487065348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/7219185676487065348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2010/01/charity-visit-2010.html' title='Charity Visit 2010'/><author><name>Privateblogger</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/_bmuxSacW2oU/S1HZhHlKrMI/AAAAAAAAA7g/VY0s9inylGc/s72-c/IMG_2121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509039126390205463.post-473172458154261661</id><published>2010-01-16T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T07:10:13.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In conjunction with Zing Wen's Bday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/S1HVTHdPpiI/AAAAAAAAA7I/tWTpOY3Z_dY/s1600-h/IMG_2101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427353550354097698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/S1HVTHdPpiI/AAAAAAAAA7I/tWTpOY3Z_dY/s320/IMG_2101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Three Play Platter, Chicken with BBQ Dip and Fish in Tequilla Sauce&lt;/div&gt;Zing Wen's early bday celebration at Chillis Mid Valley. unfortunately the group was incomplete as Sook Yeen had to work overtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/S1HVSxHv78I/AAAAAAAAA7A/rafxC0zm_b0/s1600-h/IMG_2110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427353544358358978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/S1HVSxHv78I/AAAAAAAAA7A/rafxC0zm_b0/s320/IMG_2110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (L-R) Zing Wen, Me, Ivin, Wan Yee, Boon Chai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We wanted to sing her a song so that we  get a free cake. but she was too embarassed so we let her off. notice the mugs? we had heneiken and killkenny :) the kind of food we ate had to go with draft beer right? apparently our next gathering includes hard liqour and dancing haha. lets see what happens :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3509039126390205463-473172458154261661?l=pixiehong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/feeds/473172458154261661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2010/01/in-conjunction-with-zing-wens-bday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/473172458154261661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/473172458154261661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2010/01/in-conjunction-with-zing-wens-bday.html' title='In conjunction with Zing Wen&apos;s Bday'/><author><name>Privateblogger</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/_bmuxSacW2oU/S1HVTHdPpiI/AAAAAAAAA7I/tWTpOY3Z_dY/s72-c/IMG_2101.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509039126390205463.post-700765697673692767</id><published>2010-01-02T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T06:23:06.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taman SEA Christian Fellowship Reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sz9VjukBb8I/AAAAAAAAA64/nwWQDUomRAQ/s1600-h/IMG_2077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422146548660268994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sz9VjukBb8I/AAAAAAAAA64/nwWQDUomRAQ/s320/IMG_2077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (L-R) Brenda, Tien Ming, Rachael, Paul, Lordson, Naresh, Me, and Ooi Jin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Venue: Peoples Park Baptist Church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sz9VjSv1clI/AAAAAAAAA6w/omb6SCKMBFA/s1600-h/IMG_2066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422146541193622098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sz9VjSv1clI/AAAAAAAAA6w/omb6SCKMBFA/s320/IMG_2066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lester giving his testimony.&lt;br /&gt;He also introduced his girlfriend and told us that she was really encouraging partner&lt;br /&gt;(aaawww....sweet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sz9VitBcW4I/AAAAAAAAA6o/A5tbBoBJhx4/s1600-h/IMG_2061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422146531066928002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sz9VitBcW4I/AAAAAAAAA6o/A5tbBoBJhx4/s320/IMG_2061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Also celebrated Pn. Julie's Birthday which falls on the same day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sz9Vid-o65I/AAAAAAAAA6g/tM_n9r5zZCc/s1600-h/IMG_2003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422146527028636562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sz9Vid-o65I/AAAAAAAAA6g/tM_n9r5zZCc/s320/IMG_2003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The younger generation of the CF whom I cannot remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sz9VhzQB20I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/IWxQXere_JM/s1600-h/IMG_1994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422146515558849346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sz9VhzQB20I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/IWxQXere_JM/s320/IMG_1994.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The older generation whom I remember&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a better way to celebrate the New Year but a gathering of old time friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so amazed how everyone has changed - changed for the better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wiser, with a different perspective towards life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God has indeed shaped them over the years to be the men and women after His heart and performing his will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pray that everyone will continue to blossom to their fullest potential&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3509039126390205463-700765697673692767?l=pixiehong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/feeds/700765697673692767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2010/01/taman-sea-christian-fellowship-reunion.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/700765697673692767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/700765697673692767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2010/01/taman-sea-christian-fellowship-reunion.html' title='Taman SEA Christian Fellowship Reunion'/><author><name>Privateblogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sz9VjukBb8I/AAAAAAAAA64/nwWQDUomRAQ/s72-c/IMG_2077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509039126390205463.post-7769368865016770043</id><published>2010-01-02T05:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T06:03:12.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year Eve Celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sz9RIL_rMLI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/DrsJuh_WkyE/s1600-h/IMG_1989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422141677478031538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sz9RIL_rMLI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/DrsJuh_WkyE/s320/IMG_1989.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After the countdown at the gallery with my cell group members&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sz9RHYzShKI/AAAAAAAAA6I/ePEDY1y0CFw/s1600-h/IMG_1985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422141663735874722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sz9RHYzShKI/AAAAAAAAA6I/ePEDY1y0CFw/s320/IMG_1985.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Buffet style dinner with no seats or tables what so ever.&lt;br /&gt;Sitting at the side walks have never been funner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My brother and his cell group chomping on lamb stew, sweet and sour fish, mixed vege, fried wantan, ice kacang, and the best fruit salad i've ever tasted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sz9RG16SQFI/AAAAAAAAA6A/6S-2ZxAhD0E/s1600-h/IMG_1979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422141654369976402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sz9RG16SQFI/AAAAAAAAA6A/6S-2ZxAhD0E/s320/IMG_1979.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;New Year's Eve was ushered in at the Watchnight service. it was also the 30th anniversary celebration of DUMC. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2010 i know not what you bring. but I know that I'm going to make the best out of you!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3509039126390205463-7769368865016770043?l=pixiehong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/feeds/7769368865016770043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-eve-celebration.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/7769368865016770043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/7769368865016770043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-eve-celebration.html' title='New Year Eve Celebration'/><author><name>Privateblogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sz9RIL_rMLI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/DrsJuh_WkyE/s72-c/IMG_1989.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509039126390205463.post-7138679642820309402</id><published>2009-12-28T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T09:05:58.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SzjjxORjZFI/AAAAAAAAA54/qZ-s3il2ejw/s1600-h/IMG_1849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420332586325206098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SzjjxORjZFI/AAAAAAAAA54/qZ-s3il2ejw/s320/IMG_1849.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Church was packed with people even at 8.30 am session. Probably the same for the 11 am session. Sadly only managed to capture Jac on the screen cause i was sitting at the gallery. also i was warned by the securty guard that no pictures allowed after i took this shot. barnacles!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Szjjww2KOoI/AAAAAAAAA5w/aNFnjDRaslw/s1600-h/IMG_1852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420332578425682562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Szjjww2KOoI/AAAAAAAAA5w/aNFnjDRaslw/s320/IMG_1852.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christmas Day began with church and we had a special line up because Jaclyn Victor came to sing three songs for us. Then it was off the Mantin to collect my presents from uncles and aunties. I am very pleased with the presents this year because they are all very practical which includes items such as: &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Bedroom slippers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Gold Liquid Eye Liner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Lip Gloss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Rm20 Jusco vouchers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Thumb drive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420332559600753618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Szjjvqt8m9I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/oJZMXTD8VyM/s320/IMG_1965.JPG" border="0" /&gt;(L-R) Samantha, Anand, Me, Tuck Soon, Kok How&lt;br /&gt;Christmas dinner at Betty's Midwest Kitchen, Aman Suria &lt;div&gt;You guys gotta try it. The food is amazing. It was as if i took a trip to Illinois and South Dakota and Minnesota and back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420332562032756562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SzjjvzxyB1I/AAAAAAAAA5g/Oxx85B2i1V8/s320/IMG_1964.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Boston Butt which Kok How ordered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420332570884422962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SzjjwUwLvTI/AAAAAAAAA5o/Lo4t29unPbM/s320/IMG_1961.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Meatloaf which i forced Tuck Soon to order because i wanted to try it.&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a good christmas.&lt;br /&gt;But Christmas is not over yet...there are 12 days!&lt;br /&gt;Like the song goes. on the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me&lt;br /&gt;A PARTRIDGE IN A PEAR TREE.....&lt;br /&gt;&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/3509039126390205463-7138679642820309402?l=pixiehong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/feeds/7138679642820309402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/7138679642820309402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/7138679642820309402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-2009.html' title='Christmas 2009'/><author><name>Privateblogger</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/_bmuxSacW2oU/SzjjxORjZFI/AAAAAAAAA54/qZ-s3il2ejw/s72-c/IMG_1849.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509039126390205463.post-5322677550608660945</id><published>2009-12-23T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T07:15:20.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's yesterday once more</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SzIxldKDXCI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/iE5RzHeB8eE/s1600-h/IMG_1848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SzIxldKDXCI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/iE5RzHeB8eE/s320/IMG_1848.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418447821231840290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(L-R Seated Xue Ling, Me, Peik Yoke)&lt;br /&gt;(L-R Standing Wei Seong, Sok Lin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang out session with some of my form six buddies.&lt;br /&gt;we went to nandos atria because peik yoke gila ayam&lt;br /&gt;she loves chicken no idea why so we teman her eat chicken&lt;br /&gt;we had a great time of laughter especially when wei seong retell stories of out form 6 life which i've quite forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;so note to self: always take time to reflect. you don't wanna lose precious memories and valuable lessons learned.&lt;br /&gt;since we're all now done with studies and working in KL or PJ&lt;br /&gt;We'll have loads of chances to meet :)&lt;br /&gt;Just hope to see more of my class mates in the nest gathering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SzIxk-zIVHI/AAAAAAAAA5I/2ppBikEydto/s1600-h/IMG_1846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SzIxk-zIVHI/AAAAAAAAA5I/2ppBikEydto/s320/IMG_1846.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418447813082633330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3509039126390205463-5322677550608660945?l=pixiehong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/feeds/5322677550608660945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-yesterday-once-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/5322677550608660945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/5322677550608660945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-yesterday-once-more.html' title='It&apos;s yesterday once more'/><author><name>Privateblogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SzIxldKDXCI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/iE5RzHeB8eE/s72-c/IMG_1848.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509039126390205463.post-2450909749424003181</id><published>2009-12-20T02:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T03:32:20.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was a long weekend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So mom dad and sister took a trip to Ipoh to visit GrandUncle and GrandAunt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dad says they are really lonely cause it's just the two of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Their kids (my dad's cousins) are in KL, Singapore, Canada, and other places &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Their grandkids are married to Paris, Melbourne and etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So since we're in PJ and we're free, we decided to pay them a visit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On the way....&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sy4J1EUPzKI/AAAAAAAAA5A/mavxymDoUHI/s1600-h/IMG_1788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417278209069665442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sy4J1EUPzKI/AAAAAAAAA5A/mavxymDoUHI/s320/IMG_1788.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The hot springs in Sungkai which i did not get to enter because it was raining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Many people went in though but we decided to take a detour to Bidor instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sy4J0l2AjVI/AAAAAAAAA44/isC_e881N88/s1600-h/IMG_1790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417278200889773394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sy4J0l2AjVI/AAAAAAAAA44/isC_e881N88/s320/IMG_1790.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Famous Ipoh Chee Cheong Fun and Popiah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sy4J0ORPrMI/AAAAAAAAA4w/GQjH827tZ2I/s1600-h/IMG_1791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417278194561559746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sy4J0ORPrMI/AAAAAAAAA4w/GQjH827tZ2I/s320/IMG_1791.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Best Salted Chicken Store&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sy4Jzle1y5I/AAAAAAAAA4o/il5jIVV0xeE/s1600-h/IMG_1792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417278183612730258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sy4Jzle1y5I/AAAAAAAAA4o/il5jIVV0xeE/s320/IMG_1792.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417269917170599474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sy4CSaldBjI/AAAAAAAAA3o/e7-6haCCjOI/s320/IMG_1830.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Salted Chicken after we had a go at it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pretty small actually but the meat is tender and it's so rich in taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sy4Ghs-ygdI/AAAAAAAAA4g/eymmpT9I94w/s1600-h/IMG_1797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417274577853252050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sy4Ghs-ygdI/AAAAAAAAA4g/eymmpT9I94w/s320/IMG_1797.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ipoh Dog called Whiskey. Uncle and aunt (GrandUncle and GrandAunts youngest son)moved to a condo so they had to give up the dog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Apparently the first nite he was in Ipoh he would not eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But there is plenty of ground for him to run.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Only perhaps, less people to pamper him that's all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sy4GhEyRPyI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/7TzT5Bvlge8/s1600-h/IMG_1802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417274567063322402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sy4GhEyRPyI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/7TzT5Bvlge8/s320/IMG_1802.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The wall paper and antique grand fathers clock at my granduncle and grandaunt's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sy4Gg_SJEMI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/EkL1WraEIWU/s1600-h/IMG_1803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417274565586391234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sy4Gg_SJEMI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/EkL1WraEIWU/s320/IMG_1803.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sister Casey and GrandAunt looking at some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;GrandAunt was explaining who is who on the other side of the world&lt;br /&gt;Relatives from all around whom we've only seen in photos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sy4GgTMRkfI/AAAAAAAAA4I/TVJkvr5clyU/s1600-h/IMG_1809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417274553750622706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sy4GgTMRkfI/AAAAAAAAA4I/TVJkvr5clyU/s320/IMG_1809.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The swings at the garden&lt;br /&gt;Still solid after so many years and comfy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sy4Gfwo3HuI/AAAAAAAAA4A/wcPHUsHm8G4/s1600-h/IMG_1812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417274544475283170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sy4Gfwo3HuI/AAAAAAAAA4A/wcPHUsHm8G4/s320/IMG_1812.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The hot springs that is now part of the Lost World&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Used to be opened to public.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went there but were not allowed to enter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a bummer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sy4CSwJn-RI/AAAAAAAAA3w/rTpzwdiVAEs/s1600-h/IMG_1824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417269922959456530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sy4CSwJn-RI/AAAAAAAAA3w/rTpzwdiVAEs/s320/IMG_1824.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The new Sunway College. Now students need not travel to KL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then Sunway will be less congested :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sy4CRzO5iYI/AAAAAAAAA3g/sBiflzYx1N8/s1600-h/IMG_1831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417269906607016322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sy4CRzO5iYI/AAAAAAAAA3g/sBiflzYx1N8/s320/IMG_1831.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A bakery called Seasons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A display unlike the ones we've seen in P.J. or K.L.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even the tags are hand written.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sy4CRbl0TCI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/Kfwf6YqbeUM/s1600-h/IMG_1832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417269900260690978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sy4CRbl0TCI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/Kfwf6YqbeUM/s320/IMG_1832.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Road trips are fantastic and it's so flexible because it's so spontaneous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wonder where I'd go next&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3509039126390205463-2450909749424003181?l=pixiehong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/feeds/2450909749424003181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/12/it-was-long-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/2450909749424003181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/2450909749424003181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/12/it-was-long-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Privateblogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sy4J1EUPzKI/AAAAAAAAA5A/mavxymDoUHI/s72-c/IMG_1788.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509039126390205463.post-580386595028436260</id><published>2009-12-16T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T06:22:04.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Bday Presents!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SyjsI0u98xI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/qCJVOU4kVks/s1600-h/IMG_1750.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/_bmuxSacW2oU/SyjsI0u98xI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/qCJVOU4kVks/s320/IMG_1750.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415838188251771666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hand made card from Jane.&lt;br /&gt;The senior who obviously loves me the most as you can see below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SyjsIRCbq0I/AAAAAAAAA3I/_SGqwVN053U/s1600-h/IMG_1749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SyjsIRCbq0I/AAAAAAAAA3I/_SGqwVN053U/s320/IMG_1749.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415838178669734722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady went to UK and got me mini fragrances.&lt;br /&gt;The taller pink bottle smells irresistible just like its name&lt;br /&gt;its floral and its fresh. love it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SyjsH-uRvHI/AAAAAAAAA3A/3otOhRic680/s1600-h/IMG_1746.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/_bmuxSacW2oU/SyjsH-uRvHI/AAAAAAAAA3A/3otOhRic680/s320/IMG_1746.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415838173753359474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Also Estee Lauders' Insolence. rather strong but still lovely.&lt;br /&gt;Love it that my bday is close to christmas cause it always feels as if Christmas came early&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Jane.&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/3509039126390205463-580386595028436260?l=pixiehong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/feeds/580386595028436260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/12/more-bday-presents.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/580386595028436260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/580386595028436260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/12/more-bday-presents.html' title='More Bday Presents!'/><author><name>Privateblogger</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/_bmuxSacW2oU/SyjsI0u98xI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/qCJVOU4kVks/s72-c/IMG_1750.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509039126390205463.post-6853816634151152441</id><published>2009-12-06T06:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T07:13:12.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Clinique Birthday Tea Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SyELeP3O0NI/AAAAAAAAA2s/RRMy5kJfOqI/s1600-h/IMG_1225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413620841358217426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SyELeP3O0NI/AAAAAAAAA2s/RRMy5kJfOqI/s320/IMG_1225.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last year Clinique sent out invitations to ladies aged 18-25 years old whose birthday falls on November and December to apply for a Birthday Bash totally sponsored by Clinique. I had to write in an essay and send in a few pictures. This was last year. I did not get it last year but this year I GOT IT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SyEJp7F7fpI/AAAAAAAAA2c/h4A1_Wc0Rsk/s1600-h/IMG_1243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413618842917895826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SyEJp7F7fpI/AAAAAAAAA2c/h4A1_Wc0Rsk/s320/IMG_1243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So i gathered 30 of my girlfriends from UM from church from school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we dressed up according to the theme of English Tea Party. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything was either floral, white, or lacey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SyEJpgFqVQI/AAAAAAAAA2U/2mPgGbigD8w/s1600-h/IMG_1278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413618835669013762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SyEJpgFqVQI/AAAAAAAAA2U/2mPgGbigD8w/s320/IMG_1278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had a round of games where I was made to look like a clown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well it was entertainment for my guests.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it's no big deal. Make up comes off anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413618849386085442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SyEJqTMEPEI/AAAAAAAAA2k/oA4-RAgHg7w/s320/IMG_1322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;As you can see. My eyes are smaller. and I look pale and sick after the make up goes off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SyEJo1vis8I/AAAAAAAAA2M/TXgA7LqWgho/s1600-h/IMG_1293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413618824301949890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SyEJo1vis8I/AAAAAAAAA2M/TXgA7LqWgho/s320/IMG_1293.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The delicious mouth watering cup cakes which was served. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got to do my two most favourite things which is play with make up and snack on sweet stuff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SyEJoFJ0siI/AAAAAAAAA2E/uKg29c67gCI/s1600-h/IMG_1338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413618811258843682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SyEJoFJ0siI/AAAAAAAAA2E/uKg29c67gCI/s320/IMG_1338.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And of course the birthday Princess gets all the love and attention that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I look better now right? Cause we put back on all the make up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clinique make up of course :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SxvEPOlH6jI/AAAAAAAAA18/Eb3uM0OY9_M/s1600-h/IMG_1344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412135143106669106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SxvEPOlH6jI/AAAAAAAAA18/Eb3uM0OY9_M/s320/IMG_1344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Mud Slice Brownie from La Manila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SxvEO1JaIRI/AAAAAAAAA10/10p-tba4xPc/s1600-h/IMG_1352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412135136279535890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SxvEO1JaIRI/AAAAAAAAA10/10p-tba4xPc/s320/IMG_1352.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jin from Clinique presenting me with a bday gift courtesy from all of them in the CLinique team. It is a a set of 4 lip glosses of different color and fruit taste. Can't wait to try them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412135113337820130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SxvENfrrU-I/AAAAAAAAA1c/-_mCotRvmQc/s320/IMG_1466.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My other Clinique door gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SxvEOCjIIXI/AAAAAAAAA1s/TpJnG4XhX0U/s1600-h/IMG_1469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412135122697199986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SxvEOCjIIXI/AAAAAAAAA1s/TpJnG4XhX0U/s320/IMG_1469.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was from Katrina and Adele. Averine eye shadow compact. I love the youthful colors and its all matching. I can mix them all up and they'll still look good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SxvEN-Ftz7I/AAAAAAAAA1k/r2TWIJCLE9o/s1600-h/IMG_1465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412135121500098482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SxvEN-Ftz7I/AAAAAAAAA1k/r2TWIJCLE9o/s320/IMG_1465.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All my presents from my girlfriends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you all for the lovely gifts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love them all. I enjoyed opening them and feel amazed every time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413625531123855826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SyEPvOmfcdI/AAAAAAAAA20/hCF518JRCQA/s320/IMG_1358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Thanks Clinique and MYC for making it so memorable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3509039126390205463-6853816634151152441?l=pixiehong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/feeds/6853816634151152441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-clinique-birthday-tea-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/6853816634151152441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/6853816634151152441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-clinique-birthday-tea-party.html' title='My Clinique Birthday Tea Party'/><author><name>Privateblogger</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/_bmuxSacW2oU/SyELeP3O0NI/AAAAAAAAA2s/RRMy5kJfOqI/s72-c/IMG_1225.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509039126390205463.post-5278194571882113433</id><published>2009-12-06T03:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T03:44:37.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sham and Tasha are my cousin sister and cousin brother in law.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Their wedding was held at D'Saji FELDA from afternoon to night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was a whole day celebration. But of course, I had  tea party so I could only attend the Kenduri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i always adore how elaborate Malay weddings are&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SxuXBt2PhPI/AAAAAAAAA1U/dEkIWGrPYPE/s1600-h/IMG_1393.JPG"&gt;.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412085432958551282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SxuXBt2PhPI/AAAAAAAAA1U/dEkIWGrPYPE/s320/IMG_1393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The hantaran. Loads of awesome stuff. Got handphone. Ipod. Perfume set. Makeup set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SxuXBWMNpBI/AAAAAAAAA1M/03B6XGO5EfU/s1600-h/IMG_1399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412085426608251922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SxuXBWMNpBI/AAAAAAAAA1M/03B6XGO5EfU/s320/IMG_1399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Telur Bunga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SxuXA3zFAXI/AAAAAAAAA1E/2s0vNDlz68Y/s1600-h/IMG_1415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412085418449764722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SxuXA3zFAXI/AAAAAAAAA1E/2s0vNDlz68Y/s320/IMG_1415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom and Dad. The VIPs that sat at the main table. believe it or not the parents of the newly wed couple does not sit at the main table because they are the hosts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SxuVJ_lk27I/AAAAAAAAA08/yUv_uiL9dC8/s1600-h/IMG_1421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412083376136182706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SxuVJ_lk27I/AAAAAAAAA08/yUv_uiL9dC8/s320/IMG_1421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Blue Pelamin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SxuVJcOLTfI/AAAAAAAAA00/myY3vw4xo4g/s1600-h/IMG_1428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412083366642798066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SxuVJcOLTfI/AAAAAAAAA00/myY3vw4xo4g/s320/IMG_1428.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Getting ready for the Tepuk Tawar Ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SxuVIweJvoI/AAAAAAAAA0s/A2JlQ5bIfUk/s1600-h/IMG_1430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412083354898644610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SxuVIweJvoI/AAAAAAAAA0s/A2JlQ5bIfUk/s320/IMG_1430.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In the airconditioned hall. while waiting for the tea ceremony. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bride and groom took a break from dinner to perform the tea ceremony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SxuVIjRDqfI/AAAAAAAAA0k/SVGa6uOEPqc/s1600-h/IMG_1432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412083351354059250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SxuVIjRDqfI/AAAAAAAAA0k/SVGa6uOEPqc/s320/IMG_1432.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sham doing a silat pose while presenting tea to my dad and mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SxuVIDz8teI/AAAAAAAAA0c/Wl5ePALOxy0/s1600-h/IMG_1434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412083342910469602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SxuVIDz8teI/AAAAAAAAA0c/Wl5ePALOxy0/s320/IMG_1434.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Congrats Sham and Tasha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3509039126390205463-5278194571882113433?l=pixiehong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/feeds/5278194571882113433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/12/sham-and-tasha-are-my-cousin-sister-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/5278194571882113433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/5278194571882113433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/12/sham-and-tasha-are-my-cousin-sister-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Privateblogger</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/_bmuxSacW2oU/SxuXBt2PhPI/AAAAAAAAA1U/dEkIWGrPYPE/s72-c/IMG_1393.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509039126390205463.post-3429999827544681202</id><published>2009-12-03T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T07:18:29.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yien Rong 24th Birthday was celebrated during cell group.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Each member brought an item for her to wear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I brought her the gloves arent' they colorful? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thats me putting on Yien's glow in the dark sticks as pendants necklace.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SxfVkmcKm0I/AAAAAAAAA0U/6Nb4IIECmIA/s1600-h/IMG_1111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411028302079630146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SxfVkmcKm0I/AAAAAAAAA0U/6Nb4IIECmIA/s320/IMG_1111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yien had no eye to look at herself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SxfVkQ6IKfI/AAAAAAAAA0M/twSEzqLS4dA/s1600-h/IMG_1120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411028296299719154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SxfVkQ6IKfI/AAAAAAAAA0M/twSEzqLS4dA/s320/IMG_1120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yien had no words to descirbe her shame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SxfVj61D6hI/AAAAAAAAA0E/eQz4A9QnCCU/s1600-h/IMG_1121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411028290372889106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SxfVj61D6hI/AAAAAAAAA0E/eQz4A9QnCCU/s320/IMG_1121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yien getting pass everything and enjoying the moment of her bday pranks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SxfVjSmyBkI/AAAAAAAAAz8/qGf7zRVbtKE/s1600-h/IMG_1124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411028279575578178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SxfVjSmyBkI/AAAAAAAAAz8/qGf7zRVbtKE/s320/IMG_1124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The whole cellgroup. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See how happy Yien is. Well my bday is around the corner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Probably it will be an even worst prank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SxfVi9FyOUI/AAAAAAAAAz0/-Ks3Csfilac/s1600-h/IMG_1142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411028273800034626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SxfVi9FyOUI/AAAAAAAAAz0/-Ks3Csfilac/s320/IMG_1142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3509039126390205463-3429999827544681202?l=pixiehong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/feeds/3429999827544681202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/12/yien-rong-24th-birthday-was-celebrated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/3429999827544681202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/3429999827544681202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/12/yien-rong-24th-birthday-was-celebrated.html' title=''/><author><name>Privateblogger</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/_bmuxSacW2oU/SxfVkmcKm0I/AAAAAAAAA0U/6Nb4IIECmIA/s72-c/IMG_1111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509039126390205463.post-1089245105791801244</id><published>2009-12-03T06:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T07:00:00.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shaun and Karen's WEdding</title><content type='html'>Karen is my age and the first of my friends to get HITCHED!!&lt;br /&gt;I had the pleasure of meeting her husband Shaun at the wedding itself.&lt;br /&gt;It was a small simple sweet wedding.&lt;br /&gt;It was held at Gospel Hall as shown in the picture below. Good thing she choose this church because I knew where it was exactly :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SxfQXxlstUI/AAAAAAAAAzs/It-PVxb6OP8/s1600-h/IMG_1204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411022584175965506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SxfQXxlstUI/AAAAAAAAAzs/It-PVxb6OP8/s320/IMG_1204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Karen and her cousins are super close. so as part of their tribute to her they sang A Moment Like This by Kelly Clarkson. While they sang, a slide show of their wedding pictures were flashed on the screen all taken at Touch Studios if you must know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SxfQXeiLklI/AAAAAAAAAzk/fG_GzDsDbzI/s1600-h/IMG_1166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411022579060937298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SxfQXeiLklI/AAAAAAAAAzk/fG_GzDsDbzI/s320/IMG_1166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pastor giving the message. The pastor on the right translates the English message into Cantonese for the sake of the older generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SxfQW8J-qgI/AAAAAAAAAzc/v7x8ajAEveE/s1600-h/IMG_1167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411022569832622594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SxfQW8J-qgI/AAAAAAAAAzc/v7x8ajAEveE/s320/IMG_1167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You may KISS the Bride! Didn't get a really good seat so as you can see many other people in my shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SxfQWiljfhI/AAAAAAAAAzU/M5mNPUobNmI/s1600-h/IMG_1177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411022562968960530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SxfQWiljfhI/AAAAAAAAAzU/M5mNPUobNmI/s320/IMG_1177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and Gentlemen, I introduce to you, Mr. and Mrs Mok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SxfNpwktbhI/AAAAAAAAAzM/dRtM9MZwy_0/s1600-h/IMG_1178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411019594606145042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SxfNpwktbhI/AAAAAAAAAzM/dRtM9MZwy_0/s320/IMG_1178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The wedding car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SxfNpV9neII/AAAAAAAAAzE/8e6bVxfGCgs/s1600-h/IMG_1184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411019587462854786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SxfNpV9neII/AAAAAAAAAzE/8e6bVxfGCgs/s320/IMG_1184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The group picture of friends, colleagues and school mates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SxfNoyGrHeI/AAAAAAAAAy8/IbOOdk4tSy0/s1600-h/IMG_1195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411019577837166050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SxfNoyGrHeI/AAAAAAAAAy8/IbOOdk4tSy0/s320/IMG_1195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With Laura, Karen, and Melisa during the lunch reception&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SxfNoNBnt4I/AAAAAAAAAy0/eIduv1Wlly0/s1600-h/IMG_1196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411019567883859842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SxfNoNBnt4I/AAAAAAAAAy0/eIduv1Wlly0/s320/IMG_1196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A picture with the groom too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SxfNnqd-AHI/AAAAAAAAAys/iBxl_Y3W8pA/s1600-h/IMG_1199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411019558607519858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SxfNnqd-AHI/AAAAAAAAAys/iBxl_Y3W8pA/s320/IMG_1199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I wish them all the best in married life. May they continue to grow deeper in knowledge of the Lord as a couple. May they strengthen one another and perfect each other in love. and most of all I hope the next party they throw is a BABY SHOWER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3509039126390205463-1089245105791801244?l=pixiehong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/feeds/1089245105791801244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/12/shaun-and-karens-wedding.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/1089245105791801244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/1089245105791801244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/12/shaun-and-karens-wedding.html' title='Shaun and Karen&apos;s WEdding'/><author><name>Privateblogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SxfQXxlstUI/AAAAAAAAAzs/It-PVxb6OP8/s72-c/IMG_1204.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509039126390205463.post-1635337962589201604</id><published>2009-11-23T05:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T05:51:21.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Daddy's Graduation from The School of Acts (TSOA)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SwqS0LehZ9I/AAAAAAAAAyk/Wr083PChRmg/s1600/IMG_0981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407295727743363026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SwqS0LehZ9I/AAAAAAAAAyk/Wr083PChRmg/s320/IMG_0981.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Purple dress from Forever 21. I thought i was over dressed at first. but boy was i wrong. Photo taken at the stair case of the lobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SwqRAH9jTKI/AAAAAAAAAyc/_CGsy8fIiSE/s1600/IMG_0994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407293733934943394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SwqRAH9jTKI/AAAAAAAAAyc/_CGsy8fIiSE/s320/IMG_0994.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Marriot Putrajaya's Outdoor Garden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SwqQ_pKZGiI/AAAAAAAAAyU/NGx_aLf0YKQ/s1600/IMG_1024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407293725667301922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SwqQ_pKZGiI/AAAAAAAAAyU/NGx_aLf0YKQ/s320/IMG_1024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The hotel's interior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SwqQ_GJ3ZyI/AAAAAAAAAyM/Pya41prmZrs/s1600/IMG_1028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407293716269852450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SwqQ_GJ3ZyI/AAAAAAAAAyM/Pya41prmZrs/s320/IMG_1028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My name is Pik Tze not Pik Tee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SwqQ-mwwzrI/AAAAAAAAAyE/7AEdwayAuAE/s1600/IMG_1033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407293707843063474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SwqQ-mwwzrI/AAAAAAAAAyE/7AEdwayAuAE/s320/IMG_1033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Old church friends my dad invited to his graduation dinner. Sitting in the front is Rev. Simon Wong and wife. they always remind me about the time when i was 2 years old i went to their house and was bathed by my mom and then put on a diaper. that's not something a 23 year old wants to hear every time. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SwqQ-FGJiHI/AAAAAAAAAx8/8Xm811xbzU8/s1600/IMG_1036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407293698805958770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SwqQ-FGJiHI/AAAAAAAAAx8/8Xm811xbzU8/s320/IMG_1036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Dad giving his graduation speech in his typical toast master style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SwqOPCSVZNI/AAAAAAAAAx0/Ve9gz94YxeQ/s1600/IMG_1065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407290691574654162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SwqOPCSVZNI/AAAAAAAAAx0/Ve9gz94YxeQ/s320/IMG_1065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A Family Portrait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SwqOOzYmMmI/AAAAAAAAAxs/Ovnn5978ZlU/s1600/IMG_1068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407290687574389346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SwqOOzYmMmI/AAAAAAAAAxs/Ovnn5978ZlU/s320/IMG_1068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The half eaten jelly which was meant to be a decoration. I didn't touch it but the others stopped eating when the waiter walked over and told us it cannot be eaten. After that, for all the other dishes the waiter told us what decoration was edible and what wasn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SwqOOpFcAtI/AAAAAAAAAxk/dw58yuWL_TA/s1600/IMG_1069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407290684809675474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SwqOOpFcAtI/AAAAAAAAAxk/dw58yuWL_TA/s320/IMG_1069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Roasted chicken with barbeque sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SwqOOEsS3fI/AAAAAAAAAxc/ATYElOV7m50/s1600/IMG_1070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407290675040542194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SwqOOEsS3fI/AAAAAAAAAxc/ATYElOV7m50/s320/IMG_1070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Butter prawns. The waiter warned us about the finger dip in case we thought it was lemon tea and started drinking it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SwqON-pTYHI/AAAAAAAAAxU/vOLi6gQiDl0/s1600/IMG_1073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407290673417379954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SwqON-pTYHI/AAAAAAAAAxU/vOLi6gQiDl0/s320/IMG_1073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Class of 2009. Can you spot my dad? hehe Congrats Dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3509039126390205463-1635337962589201604?l=pixiehong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/feeds/1635337962589201604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-daddys-graduation-from-school-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/1635337962589201604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/1635337962589201604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-daddys-graduation-from-school-of.html' title='My Daddy&apos;s Graduation from The School of Acts (TSOA)'/><author><name>Privateblogger</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/_bmuxSacW2oU/SwqS0LehZ9I/AAAAAAAAAyk/Wr083PChRmg/s72-c/IMG_0981.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509039126390205463.post-2581185269540118015</id><published>2009-11-09T05:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T05:52:12.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clarence's Surprise Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SvgY-Ma-BSI/AAAAAAAAAwU/UCsrRz9iD-A/s1600-h/IMG_5346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402095209796207906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SvgY-Ma-BSI/AAAAAAAAAwU/UCsrRz9iD-A/s320/IMG_5346.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Clarence is my junior from U.M. and he turned 21 on 7th November. One month earlier i received a message from his girlfriend Daphne to come for his surprise birthday party. being part of a conspiracy is so much fun so I drove 4 other juniors (L-R) ming cher, wei xiang, joshua, and michelle to Clarence's new apartment at Kepong. The picture was taken while we were waiting outside for the rest of the party guests to arrive. the boys are anxiously keeping the pasta safe which i made for Clarence as a birthday gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402095217073549202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SvgY-niBb5I/AAAAAAAAAwc/vC-oej1LT4A/s320/IMG_5350.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Michelle and I in the master bedroom which was also the waiting room where we waited patiently to ambush Clarence when he comes in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402095226614546690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SvgY_LExgQI/AAAAAAAAAwk/Tpn2_dUgS5g/s320/IMG_5351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;That's the look on Clarence's face when we turned on the lights and sang happy birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402095232805785202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SvgY_iI4TnI/AAAAAAAAAws/qbAaswpRJoE/s320/IMG_5352.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all of us with the birthday boy in all his glory and a gold crown.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402095244646600434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SvgZAOP8zvI/AAAAAAAAAw0/pOP0qmz8ZC8/s320/IMG_5355.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The array of food laid out for us. there were more. fried noodles, fried rice, sushi, and etc. The food were home made and it gave my pasta a run for money. and then after pigging out on the food. the night went on with a speech from Clarence but he had to "dress Up" as you can see below.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402098401340661106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Svgb392dnXI/AAAAAAAAAw8/YZW94fW3jGQ/s320/IMG_5362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This one of a kind shorts was bought by his siblings. but the guests say that it's an over statement for a guy of his stature. Yet Clarence is very proud of his assets unlike others who were shocked, surprised and disgusted as seen in the picture below.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402098409676109170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Svgb4c5ydXI/AAAAAAAAAxE/RS68EU1pscw/s320/IMG_5366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402098411067670626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Svgb4iFkAGI/AAAAAAAAAxM/rFZiUHhl6Ks/s320/IMG_5368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;(L-R) Daphne, Me, and Michelle. Glad to have met Daphne as she is an integral part of Clarence's life. Being a kepoh senior I always love to poke and prey into juniors love lives. well not exactly, I always enjoy meeting and appreciating things that my juniors cherish. if you know what I mean. happy Birthday Clarence. sigh the things I do for you.....it's all out of L-O-V-E. Remember to return it during my birthday :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3509039126390205463-2581185269540118015?l=pixiehong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/feeds/2581185269540118015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/11/clarences-surprise-birthday-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/2581185269540118015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/2581185269540118015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/11/clarences-surprise-birthday-party.html' title='Clarence&apos;s Surprise Birthday Party'/><author><name>Privateblogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SvgY-Ma-BSI/AAAAAAAAAwU/UCsrRz9iD-A/s72-c/IMG_5346.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509039126390205463.post-5482692255911102621</id><published>2009-10-23T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T12:55:03.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney Moments</title><content type='html'>One Sunday I had to go back to the office to work. I met Kimmy online and she was in a Disney mood. And because I had no work, Kim and I watched Sleeping Beauty from our own PCs. Thanks to her I got into the Disney mood too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:XEidf-4lORgXCM:http://www.trojanhorseantiques.com/PTogetherAtLast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 244px;" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:XEidf-4lORgXCM:http://www.trojanhorseantiques.com/PTogetherAtLast.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The picture above is captured from a scene of Sleeping Beauty after Prince Philip gave her a true love's first kiss. Hand in hand they walked down the stairs. it was so elegant that I told myself I had to find a location that has a long flight of stairs for me and my future hubby to walk down during our wedding reception.I also totally love the songs that they composed at that time. Walt Disney and his team are certainly geniuses. I know you I walked with you once upon a dream (the first line from Sleeping Beauty's Once Upon A Dream)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:kcgHkfrkKo9HMM:http://family.go.com/images/cms/entertainment/content/cinderella-240-0737db.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 214px;" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:kcgHkfrkKo9HMM:http://family.go.com/images/cms/entertainment/content/cinderella-240-0737db.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cinderella was the ultimate classic of how a maid wedded Prince Charming. They danced the night away at the ball. So this is love Cinderella sang...apparently she dreams about her love every night and she says: A dream is a wish. so you can't tell others what you dreamt about not even her bird and mice friends. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:nWQ6xGlYK4fkfM:http://www.trojanhorseantiques.com/PDaddysGirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 212px;" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:nWQ6xGlYK4fkfM:http://www.trojanhorseantiques.com/PDaddysGirl.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah the little mermaid. a story about a young mermaid who wants so desperately to be human. lots of people loose sight of what the story is really about. it's not about Ariel finding ways to be with her love Price Eric. It was a story about the love between father and daughter. How King Triton would discipline his daughter. The extend the King went to save Ariel from evil Ursula the sea witch. And imagine King Triton's love for his daughter that he was willing to loose her in order for her to be happy with Prince Eric. Daddies are the BEST!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i've yet to catch up on Aladdin, Beauty and the Beast, The Fox and the Hound, Bambi and all the other Disney classics which leaves me all lovey dovey, soft and fluffy and some how gives me hope that Some Day My Prince Will Come ( Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:B9cnrBRcVvlj3M:http://media.filmschoolrejects.com/images/enchanted-snowwhite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 235px;" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:B9cnrBRcVvlj3M:http://media.filmschoolrejects.com/images/enchanted-snowwhite.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;P.S. if u didnt realize Enchanted is the combination of all the Disney Princesses cartoons as depicted above. I hope fairy tales do happen in real life. hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3509039126390205463-5482692255911102621?l=pixiehong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/feeds/5482692255911102621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/10/disney-moments.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/5482692255911102621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/5482692255911102621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/10/disney-moments.html' title='Disney Moments'/><author><name>Privateblogger</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-3509039126390205463.post-5453357065472524216</id><published>2009-10-13T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T08:48:39.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zufadzlina's Raya Open House</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/StSfh8n5jpI/AAAAAAAAAvs/944peCwLk6M/s1600-h/IMG_5344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392110059427303058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/StSfh8n5jpI/AAAAAAAAAvs/944peCwLk6M/s320/IMG_5344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Zuf at the front yard of her house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A very productive way to spend a Sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Zuf (my U.M. junior) invited me to her Raya Open House at Taman Melawati.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that's like the other end of the world from my place in Petaling Jaya. But deep down I felt that I really needed to go. I asked my batchmates to come with me but I guess the 1 Malaysia spirit has not internalized yet. haha. but good thing was my buddy Boon Chong and many of his B.O.D. from the Business Club were going. So an entourage of three cars - a MyVi, a Saga, and a Wira travelled from 9th college to Taman Melawati&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392110020022137554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/StSffp0-ctI/AAAAAAAAAvM/zX5sL6VCO78/s320/IMG_5334.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Upon arrival we were greeted with the smell of food. Good thing that Zuf's house was spacious and could accommodate so many people. Her relatives and neighbours were all present. We were served with nasi himpit, rendang, serunding, nasi lemak and her mom decided to make a twist and served spagetthi. Of course we also had juih raya yang sedap sedap belaka but we emptied the cookie jar too fast to take any pictures of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392110026981507938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/StSfgDwOA2I/AAAAAAAAAvU/ohlms3wjJSM/s320/IMG_5337.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is how the inside of her house looks like, if you can imagine. with me is wan fatt and Ali.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392110042681628946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/StSfg-Pa2RI/AAAAAAAAAvc/E5N5nSRqPmA/s320/IMG_5338.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Zuf was also so kind to let us check out her room. Even the boys were allowed inside. From left to right Zuf, Jesslyn, me, chel wen, and jia ann.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392110047811622098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/StSfhRWgVNI/AAAAAAAAAvk/89_9MT73GrQ/s320/IMG_5343.JPG" border="0" /&gt;That's all of us in stuffed in her air cond room. the boys were all over her bed. we had pillow talks speaking about break ups new loves and potential careers. I'm so thankful that my juniors allow me to be part of their lives. I'm glad that they don't see a barrier between me and them just because I am the senior. They're planning a BBQ soon, I'll definately go and visit them again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3509039126390205463-5453357065472524216?l=pixiehong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/feeds/5453357065472524216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/10/zufadzlinas-raya-open-house.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/5453357065472524216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/5453357065472524216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/10/zufadzlinas-raya-open-house.html' title='Zufadzlina&apos;s Raya Open House'/><author><name>Privateblogger</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/_bmuxSacW2oU/StSfh8n5jpI/AAAAAAAAAvs/944peCwLk6M/s72-c/IMG_5344.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509039126390205463.post-4271593982775793322</id><published>2009-10-09T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T07:47:21.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Group Strategic Planning Raya Open House</title><content type='html'>It's not an open house per say, we catered food and invited staff from other departments who helped us in our projects and work. We spent the first half of the day preparing and eating that we did not get any work done. The consequences was that I had to stay back till 9 p.m. to finish up the work I had.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390606223077365762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Ss9HzJqJWAI/AAAAAAAAAt8/GFFAVHBbh54/s320/IMG_5306.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390606229527893842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Ss9HzhsEl1I/AAAAAAAAAuE/8S-RNNJT_E4/s320/IMG_5313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That's all of us at Group Strategic Planning (GSP) The picture on the Post-It is Aadrin who missed our photo shpt session. so we just added his head in to make sure no one gets left behind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390606238842833282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Ss9H0EY7SYI/AAAAAAAAAuM/RfVqta2ZLhM/s320/IMG_5314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;These are the ketupat which my colleagues made and placed at strategic places as part of the decor at the office.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390606247927037954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Ss9H0mOxQAI/AAAAAAAAAuU/KJjCYT57vGI/s320/IMG_5320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The food laid out. the children clothing belonged to one of the lady colleagues whose kids have grown out off the clothes so we were allowed to use it as a decor.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390606259228716818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Ss9H1QVTLxI/AAAAAAAAAuc/4a-snpm5Z2Q/s320/IMG_5321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me and Hazwani better known as just Haz. She is 21 but she came in 3 months earlier than me. Abosolutely helpful when i first came, she's like my open manual on how to survive your first 6 months in PETRONAS.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390606928029407954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Ss9IcLzz2tI/AAAAAAAAAuk/-l5X2A364jM/s320/IMG_5325.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My boss Ch'ng borrowed a Baju Melayu and is getting help from Aadrin to fix the samping. Doesn't he look charming? Pink goes so well with his skin tone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Like I mentioned, I stayed late to work so it was also my first time watching the night view of KL from my office. so i took a walk on the Sky Bridge to have a better view.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390606937009018626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Ss9IctQt1wI/AAAAAAAAAus/1vQMa1jBWMk/s320/IMG_5326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390606944002895570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Ss9IdHUL7tI/AAAAAAAAAu0/-2LU5TJY0Fg/s320/IMG_5328.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390606962688808786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Ss9IeM7QV1I/AAAAAAAAAvE/mFmTnu01TCE/s320/IMG_5331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3509039126390205463-4271593982775793322?l=pixiehong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/feeds/4271593982775793322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/10/group-strategic-planning-raya-open.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/4271593982775793322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/4271593982775793322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/10/group-strategic-planning-raya-open.html' title='Group Strategic Planning Raya Open House'/><author><name>Privateblogger</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/_bmuxSacW2oU/Ss9HzJqJWAI/AAAAAAAAAt8/GFFAVHBbh54/s72-c/IMG_5306.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509039126390205463.post-2705508821718449269</id><published>2009-10-05T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T04:34:06.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Corporate Planning and Development Division Raya Celebration</title><content type='html'>Corporate Planning and Development Division (CPDD) consists of several departments such as Group Strategic Planning (my department), International Business Unit, Business Development Unit, Central Information Research Unit and etc. Fancy names but the work load is not so fancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose other companies (western) have annual dinners end of the year, closer to Christmas. In PETRONAS the be kah-hu-na is Hari Raya. The division celebrated at Impiana Hotel which is just across KL Convention Center. This is just the first of many celebrations to be held in PETRONAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SsnWOIrtvSI/AAAAAAAAAtc/_U5wK_0kIfE/s1600-h/IMG_5296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SsnWOIrtvSI/AAAAAAAAAtc/_U5wK_0kIfE/s320/IMG_5296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389073967462858018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The theme was Baju Raya or Baju Traditional. So I wore a red Kebarung i think it's called. Half Kebaya half Kurung. At least that is what I think it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SsnWNifdIxI/AAAAAAAAAtU/Nplq4oPLq0g/s1600-h/IMG_5297.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/_bmuxSacW2oU/SsnWNifdIxI/AAAAAAAAAtU/Nplq4oPLq0g/s320/IMG_5297.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389073957210891026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and my new boss. She was previously from Petrochemical Business Unit but she has joined us since Oct 1. Kak Nini is what i call her. Isn't she pretty? I think she is. She's got a hot bod too. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SsnWPzxm-HI/AAAAAAAAAt0/dujgzdzlWsE/s1600-h/IMG_5301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SsnWPzxm-HI/AAAAAAAAAt0/dujgzdzlWsE/s320/IMG_5301.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389073996210174066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kak Adoni. My old boss. THe one Kak Nini replaced. She went to International Business Unit Department. I only managed to spend 2 months with her but it was good times. Especially helping her to shred paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SsnWOqMWYHI/AAAAAAAAAtk/0MlqWsUGe4M/s1600-h/IMG_5298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SsnWOqMWYHI/AAAAAAAAAtk/0MlqWsUGe4M/s320/IMG_5298.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389073976458109042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another new addition to the GSP family is Normi who is the new executive/ analyst taking care of Oil Business. So now the department has more hands to help around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SsnWPFRc0zI/AAAAAAAAAts/9bkDLbAmzFI/s1600-h/IMG_5299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SsnWPFRc0zI/AAAAAAAAAts/9bkDLbAmzFI/s320/IMG_5299.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389073983727260466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Each department had to perform a song or dance recital at the Jamuan Raya. Thank God I wasn't chosen to be in the choir cause the butt moves they made were dashyat. Plus I have never heard of the song before. But the choir consists of execs, managers, and senior managers. I must say the culture in my department is that employee and boss are equal and respect must be mutual. GSP won the second place for their performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Raya. the songs are still stuck in my head. And i ate so much that I'm skipping dinner tonight. Looks like Wednesday is going to be the same because its the GSP Jamuan Raya. YUM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3509039126390205463-2705508821718449269?l=pixiehong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/feeds/2705508821718449269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/10/corporate-planning-and-development.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/2705508821718449269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/2705508821718449269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/10/corporate-planning-and-development.html' title='Corporate Planning and Development Division Raya Celebration'/><author><name>Privateblogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SsnWOIrtvSI/AAAAAAAAAtc/_U5wK_0kIfE/s72-c/IMG_5296.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509039126390205463.post-2756378740295959095</id><published>2009-10-03T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T08:26:42.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid Autumn Festival 2009</title><content type='html'>l&lt;br /&gt;Mid Autumn Festival was celebrated with a road trip to Seremban 2 with Yan Ken behind the wheel. Why are we heading so far? That's cause we got invited to Nisa's Raya Open House. It's been years since I've met her so I was really excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SsdqgmwupyI/AAAAAAAAAs0/EdaHwgnUwRg/s1600-h/IMG_5277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SsdqgmwupyI/AAAAAAAAAs0/EdaHwgnUwRg/s320/IMG_5277.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388392587565377314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As you can see, Nisa's family is very unconventional. Instead of rendang, ketupat, lemang and satay, her mom cooked up macaroni and nuggets and sausages as side dishes. I had two helpings :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SsdqgAn0cDI/AAAAAAAAAss/uT8qg7feqCw/s1600-h/IMG_5275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SsdqgAn0cDI/AAAAAAAAAss/uT8qg7feqCw/s320/IMG_5275.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388392577327460402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nisa and I posing with the chocolate cookie which she claims she made just because I said it was nice. But I'll give her the credit. After 2 hours of chit chatting and catching up with each others' progress plus talking bout other people's progress. Ken and I headed back to P.J in an astounding 40 minutes. We must have dorve really fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SsdqhJOU0HI/AAAAAAAAAs8/lgBfuR7wJvA/s1600-h/IMG_5279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SsdqhJOU0HI/AAAAAAAAAs8/lgBfuR7wJvA/s320/IMG_5279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388392596816318578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mid Autumn Festival is not complete without lanterns and candles. we managed to rummage through the store room and found this old squirrel lantern belonging to my sister. She wasn't around to celebrate this year, but my brother and I had to keep the tradition going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Ssdqhu-dqfI/AAAAAAAAAtE/Ggtsy5Q3yZk/s1600-h/IMG_5283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Ssdqhu-dqfI/AAAAAAAAAtE/Ggtsy5Q3yZk/s320/IMG_5283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388392606950337010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since we had no other lanterns to light we lit candles and placed them around the front yard. We stuck them on styrofoam so that the wax won't ruin our new gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SsdqiGJDEbI/AAAAAAAAAtM/jMjK9aba26c/s1600-h/IMG_5289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SsdqiGJDEbI/AAAAAAAAAtM/jMjK9aba26c/s320/IMG_5289.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388392613168746930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I then decided to place a candle under a vase and look what happened!! Isn't it pretty? haha after that my brother continued to incarcerate stuff. he burned the candle boxes, the matches, the styrofoam and fallen twigs in teh yard. But I managed to save the squirrel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3509039126390205463-2756378740295959095?l=pixiehong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/feeds/2756378740295959095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/10/mid-autumn-festival-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/2756378740295959095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/2756378740295959095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/10/mid-autumn-festival-2009.html' title='Mid Autumn Festival 2009'/><author><name>Privateblogger</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/_bmuxSacW2oU/SsdqgmwupyI/AAAAAAAAAs0/EdaHwgnUwRg/s72-c/IMG_5277.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509039126390205463.post-8010047645514184393</id><published>2009-09-23T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T01:56:57.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I've missed since I started working (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss cathching movies on Wednesdays at a cheaper rate. I miss not needing to line up to buy tickets. I miss having the cinema to myself. I miss taking my siblings to the cinema to watch some chick flick movie or cartoons.&lt;a href="http://www.brookline.nh.us/pages/library/images/movies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 380px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 329px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.brookline.nh.us/pages/library/images/movies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I miss my social life. I miss hanging out at night and not going home till the clock strikes 12 a.m. and my mom starts yelling on the phone. I miss chatting with my friends over a glass of long island ice tea or coffee or smoothies because I've to be in bed by 10 p.m. everyday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.messiah.edu/offices/student_affairs/student_programs/lost_films/Images/Parmer1.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u35/seera-sama/cocktails.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 520px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u35/seera-sama/cocktails.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the thing I miss the most is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img300.imageshack.us/img300/303/lib14nu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 576px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 432px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.panoramio.com/photos/original/1682833.jpg" border="0" /&gt;University Malaya and all it's inhabitants and it's activities&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the tress rustling in the wind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the chatter of mandarin speaking girls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the smell of the cafeteria food&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the voices of the lecturers &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was an awesome 3 years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i would not have done it any different&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and of course my fave verse in the U.M song:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Varsiti Kesayanganku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sungguh banyak jasamu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Membentuk insan mulia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Berilmu berbudaya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;English translation (my own translation):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My beloved varsity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Great is your deed to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shaping honourable individuals&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Intelligent and Cultured.&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/3509039126390205463-8010047645514184393?l=pixiehong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/feeds/8010047645514184393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/09/things-ive-missed-since-i-started.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/8010047645514184393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/8010047645514184393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/09/things-ive-missed-since-i-started.html' title='Things I&apos;ve missed since I started working (Part 2)'/><author><name>Privateblogger</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-3509039126390205463.post-6243057235350175146</id><published>2009-09-21T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T08:45:05.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beraya di Genting</title><content type='html'>Orang beraya di Kampung saya beraya di Genting.&lt;br /&gt;The main objective of going to Genting is to visit the casino. I've not been there yet since I've turned 21. So accompanied by my 2 bodyguards, Ken and Kah Hui, we made our way to the cooler parts of Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SreTdpVLIvI/AAAAAAAAArU/HapD702bKw4/s1600-h/IMG_5190.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/_bmuxSacW2oU/SreTdpVLIvI/AAAAAAAAArU/HapD702bKw4/s320/IMG_5190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383934017064870642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the bus with Ken. We took the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Genting Express from 1 Utama&lt;/span&gt;. Only an hour till we reached the cable car. The windy roads were not a problem anymore. but the Hokkien song played in the bus was just annoying. Ken enjoyed it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SreUOLyHkDI/AAAAAAAAAr8/7P1Xup_YhU0/s1600-h/IMG_5193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SreUOLyHkDI/AAAAAAAAAr8/7P1Xup_YhU0/s320/IMG_5193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383934850946797618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cable car&lt;/span&gt;, we met Jun Yee a Penang girl who came to KL for the holidays and was on her way to meet her aunt at Genting. A really nice girl to talk to but the boys did not make a move and take her number. Apparently boys can tell that she's not single anymore. I asked them how they knew but they just said it;s a gut feeling and they can't explain it. Behind is my other body guard Kah Hui. who also happened to be from U.M. and Ken's colleague at KPMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;the first thing we did when we arrived is to send Jun Yee to her aunt. After that we headed to the casino. The funny thing was the 2 boys who were older than me was stopped by the security guard and asked for their identity card. I pretended I did not know then and walked straight in. Either they look childish or I look old. haha. I couldn't take any pictures at the casino. but Kah Hui the gambling king taught me a few things about gambling. He himself lost Rm50 at the roullete table. But I did find this really interesting brochure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SreaK7wh47I/AAAAAAAAAsM/yHWWfFIir00/s1600-h/IMG_5263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SreaK7wh47I/AAAAAAAAAsM/yHWWfFIir00/s320/IMG_5263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383941392175326130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Apparently, it's for those addicted to gambling and keep losing money yet cannot find a  way to stop betting. At least Genting is going a little corporate social responsibility and not runing lives of people just to earn a few bucks. but looking at the gamblers that day, Genting makes a lot of money. A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SreaLWG0VaI/AAAAAAAAAsU/ACDNNHbYJaw/s1600-h/IMG_5200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SreaLWG0VaI/AAAAAAAAAsU/ACDNNHbYJaw/s320/IMG_5200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383941399248131490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First World Hotel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After 2 hours plus in the stuffy smoke filled casino we head out for some fresh air. the past 2 days was raining so the air was chilly and misty. It was enjoyable walk around the highlands, a get away from the humid city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SreaLrEjEvI/AAAAAAAAAsc/njqvudVEjQo/s1600-h/IMG_5199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SreaLrEjEvI/AAAAAAAAAsc/njqvudVEjQo/s320/IMG_5199.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383941404875756274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Superman roller coaster &lt;/span&gt;or something like that.a bunch of girls went on it and their screams could be heard miles away. I'm amazed that so much scream can come out of those girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SreTesfYePI/AAAAAAAAArk/JeRQrwo7awg/s1600-h/IMG_5215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SreTesfYePI/AAAAAAAAArk/JeRQrwo7awg/s320/IMG_5215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383934035092863218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then it was off to lunch at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hainan Kitchen.&lt;/span&gt; That's me chewing on a piece of roasted chicken. The weird thing was the boys didn't order any drinks. after their meal Kah Hui said: we go back into the casiono. I asked why and he said: Got free drinks ma. hehe accountants are so calculative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SreaMCxuEyI/AAAAAAAAAsk/lI9ufVF9tDc/s1600-h/IMG_5205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SreaMCxuEyI/AAAAAAAAAsk/lI9ufVF9tDc/s320/IMG_5205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383941411239236386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To burn off the calories we ate during lunch, the boys decided to do some shopping. the first time in my life i follow behind boys to shop. usually it's the other way round. the two are really persistent shoppers stopping at almost every store. thank goodness they didn't decide to try on every outfit they saw. we looked at wallets, working attire, wathes, shoes and etc. but i did give them a lesson on color suitability and shoe necessities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SreTfDl5TVI/AAAAAAAAArs/3iTaFdcchXY/s1600-h/IMG_5226.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/_bmuxSacW2oU/SreTfDl5TVI/AAAAAAAAArs/3iTaFdcchXY/s320/IMG_5226.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383934041294196050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But after the unfruitful shopping it was my turn to have some fun. I decided I wanted to win a teddy at the arcade. so the boys set off in search of the easiest game to play in hopes of getting me a teddy. We were like kids all over again. in fact, the kids were better than them at the basket ball challenge pictured below. Shame on you boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SreTfjQsaeI/AAAAAAAAAr0/dFvd1RgODT4/s1600-h/IMG_5227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SreTfjQsaeI/AAAAAAAAAr0/dFvd1RgODT4/s320/IMG_5227.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383934049795205602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the end, with the limited coupons we got, I managed to redeem a cow. better than nothing right. I'll bring it to the office and display it proudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SreWST2J31I/AAAAAAAAAsE/8AyLhKRe7_o/s1600-h/IMG_5264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SreWST2J31I/AAAAAAAAAsE/8AyLhKRe7_o/s320/IMG_5264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383937120853942098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3509039126390205463-6243057235350175146?l=pixiehong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/feeds/6243057235350175146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/09/beraya-di-genting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/6243057235350175146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/6243057235350175146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/09/beraya-di-genting.html' title='Beraya di Genting'/><author><name>Privateblogger</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/_bmuxSacW2oU/SreTdpVLIvI/AAAAAAAAArU/HapD702bKw4/s72-c/IMG_5190.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509039126390205463.post-2878672358068608820</id><published>2009-09-21T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T07:41:56.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A couples' birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SreM7mrLTFI/AAAAAAAAAq0/rw7kcTquZUk/s1600-h/IMG_5166.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/_bmuxSacW2oU/SreM7mrLTFI/AAAAAAAAAq0/rw7kcTquZUk/s320/IMG_5166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383926835166530642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fried Mushrooms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After University, it's really hard to meet the course mates as everyone is scattered all over Malaysia and work becomes extremely demanding. Thankfully, I managed to organize a gathering of 5 peeps for the couples birthday. We went to Manhattan Fish Market at Mid Valley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SreM8PJT3pI/AAAAAAAAAq8/plL9JI0aJJ4/s1600-h/IMG_5168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SreM8PJT3pI/AAAAAAAAAq8/plL9JI0aJJ4/s320/IMG_5168.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383926846030339730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's all of us. (L-R) Jian Yu, Tony, Kah Mun, Me and Su Anne. Chau Moi was supposed to show up but she went clubbing the last night and could not wake up in time to meet us for LUNCH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SreM8qsXR2I/AAAAAAAAArE/Xvjffce1G98/s1600-h/IMG_5171.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/_bmuxSacW2oU/SreM8qsXR2I/AAAAAAAAArE/Xvjffce1G98/s320/IMG_5171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383926853425121122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The seafood platter that we ordered. The fingers are curotsy of Tony and Jian Yu. Below is the happy couple posing with their classic cheese cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SreM9I-s-eI/AAAAAAAAArM/K6xI4dHI6YA/s1600-h/IMG_5177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SreM9I-s-eI/AAAAAAAAArM/K6xI4dHI6YA/s320/IMG_5177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383926861555104226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A small scaled celebration compared to the pranks we did when we were in university. but better a small one than none at all right. my birthday wish for them is that we continue to make time for each other and build a stronger friendship.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3509039126390205463-2878672358068608820?l=pixiehong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/feeds/2878672358068608820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/09/couples-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/2878672358068608820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/2878672358068608820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/09/couples-birthday.html' title='A couples&apos; birthday'/><author><name>Privateblogger</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/_bmuxSacW2oU/SreM7mrLTFI/AAAAAAAAAq0/rw7kcTquZUk/s72-c/IMG_5166.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509039126390205463.post-482182115614203192</id><published>2009-09-17T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T06:00:20.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Things I Miss The Most Since I Started Working (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>I miss the Martha Stewart Show. On NT7 11 a.m. on weekdays and 8 a.m. on weekends. When I was still bumming around, I'd wake up at 10.45 a.m. and turn on the T.V. grab my breakfast and slouch in front of the T.V. and watch a whole hour of Martha Stewart. Did you know she used to model to pay for college? That's was her when she was much younger. How she got plump and out of shape? I don't know. What's more interesting is how she got into the cooking baking and then having her own empire of lifestyle and entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yX0BzA6hUYU/SEqisLr851I/AAAAAAAACHY/kFMv67rAe8M/s400/martha-model13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yX0BzA6hUYU/SEqisLr851I/AAAAAAAACHY/kFMv67rAe8M/s400/martha-model13.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Martha is all about living the good life. she even has a slot of 20 good things you can do. For example one good thing she used to say was to take okra (kacang bendi) cut it cross wise, dip it in paint and stamp it on a colored paper to make cards. Goodness. In Malaysia we did the kacang bendi and potato art in kindergarten. But I enjoy the fact that she has so many good things in life.  She has two houses. Her farn in Bedford has two donkeys and apple trees. She hires like 20 garderners to tend to her garden all year round. You should see the things they do to the plants in winter. The shrubs sleep in tents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://msnbcmedia2.msn.com/j/msnbc/Components/Photo_StoryLevel/080505/MarthaStewartLivingMay2008.widec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 339px;" src="http://msnbcmedia2.msn.com/j/msnbc/Components/Photo_StoryLevel/080505/MarthaStewartLivingMay2008.widec.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then there are her Martha Stewart weddings. I love when they feature latest designers and their new wedding dresses. Makes you think of your perfect wedding. hehe. Not only that, she helps you with seating arrangements, to the decoration and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:myN1dr3CI6NxNM:https://images.ebsco.com/jc/0000551242936.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 248px;" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:myN1dr3CI6NxNM:https://images.ebsco.com/jc/0000551242936.4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then of course there's her cooking segment of the show. Which I had learned so much. Like did you know carrots + celery + onions is called the Trinity? haha it's just fabulous when she invites famous chefs like Jamie Oliver to do the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:kT9cTpoAyFOeIM:http://altopower.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/martha-stewart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 209px;" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:kT9cTpoAyFOeIM:http://altopower.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/martha-stewart.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not forgeting her Chow (Paw Paw) and her French bull dog (Francesca) who is always on the show with her. She's a pet lover just like me. No wonder I'm addicted to her show sharing the spot light.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:PI2QI_1Th0TXuM:http://www.petfoodindustry.com/uploadedImages/Petfood_Industry/Petfood_Industry_Articles/0904PETceleb5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 184px;" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:PI2QI_1Th0TXuM:http://www.petfoodindustry.com/uploadedImages/Petfood_Industry/Petfood_Industry_Articles/0904PETceleb5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mediabistro.com/unbeige/original/martha%20stewart.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 304px;" src="http://www.mediabistro.com/unbeige/original/martha%20stewart.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And of course her craft segmen, gosh some of them are hard to do. but most of the time they are very pretty. being a crafter myself. it's good to see new and creative ideas her team comes out with. There are Valentines Cards, Easter Eggs, Christmas Decor, Halloween Costumes you name it she got it. From sticking, cutting, sewing, patching and even wood work. The lady does it all. Kudos to her team too. She wouldn't be where she is without her employees. I miss you Martha. Thank God for catch up TV online.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3509039126390205463-482182115614203192?l=pixiehong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/feeds/482182115614203192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/09/things-i-miss-most-since-i-started.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/482182115614203192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/482182115614203192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/09/things-i-miss-most-since-i-started.html' title='The Things I Miss The Most Since I Started Working (Part 1)'/><author><name>Privateblogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yX0BzA6hUYU/SEqisLr851I/AAAAAAAACHY/kFMv67rAe8M/s72-c/martha-model13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509039126390205463.post-6569994432490788046</id><published>2009-09-12T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T08:04:48.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cell Group Prayer Drive</title><content type='html'>The campus youth cell group went to HELP university college for a prayer drive on Friday night. It was interesting because I've not been to HELP. We wanted to claim HELP for Jesus and pray for all the students and lecturers in HELP. I always enjoyed visiting other campuses and HELP certainly had its own charm especially in the dark. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Squ0GOgJdEI/AAAAAAAAAqU/OfKKlBTkQ7o/s1600-h/IMG_5138.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/_bmuxSacW2oU/Squ0GOgJdEI/AAAAAAAAAqU/OfKKlBTkQ7o/s320/IMG_5138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380592198889337922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;that's all of us at church before we head to HELP. (L-R back row) Stanley, Alvin, Me. Phoebe, Victoria, Yien Rong. (L-R front row) Brian and Jared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Squ0GgOwsnI/AAAAAAAAAqc/_Qdk0UxPQkE/s1600-h/IMG_5144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Squ0GgOwsnI/AAAAAAAAAqc/_Qdk0UxPQkE/s320/IMG_5144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380592203648250482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taking the lift up to HELP class rooms where we prayed for the psychology, business and matriculation students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Squ0HJwdn7I/AAAAAAAAAqk/MXYb3_Nav_w/s1600-h/IMG_5145.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/_bmuxSacW2oU/Squ0HJwdn7I/AAAAAAAAAqk/MXYb3_Nav_w/s320/IMG_5145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380592214795460530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taking the steps up to HELP laboratories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Squ0HQ4r62I/AAAAAAAAAqs/e-rQ-FL8w7U/s1600-h/IMG_5155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Squ0HQ4r62I/AAAAAAAAAqs/e-rQ-FL8w7U/s320/IMG_5155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380592216709000034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the Admin block of HELP. Holding a law brochure. A course I would have done if I wasn't so terrified of memorizing statutes and analyzing cases. After that we headed to Ali Maju Mamak Restaurant where the HELP students hang out frequently. But it's the last time for me because the waiters cross their arms while taking your order and they don't smile or nod. As a consequence they got all our orders wrong. But we had a fun time of fellowship playing games at supper. Next prayer drive.... University Malaya!!&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/3509039126390205463-6569994432490788046?l=pixiehong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/feeds/6569994432490788046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/09/cell-group-prayer-drive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/6569994432490788046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/6569994432490788046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/09/cell-group-prayer-drive.html' title='Cell Group Prayer Drive'/><author><name>Privateblogger</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/_bmuxSacW2oU/Squ0GOgJdEI/AAAAAAAAAqU/OfKKlBTkQ7o/s72-c/IMG_5138.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509039126390205463.post-1403088794677588098</id><published>2009-09-12T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T07:32:30.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adele's Birthday Celebration</title><content type='html'>another friends birthday.&lt;br /&gt;we met at KLCC on Friday for lunch. Initially we planned to turn Adele into a flasher. where she would go round wearing Kat's trench coat and flash at unsuspecting victims.&lt;br /&gt;we also wanted her to wear coconut bikini under the trench coat.&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately we had no time and we had no idea how to make a coconut bikini so this was what we did:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SquvMqlOt-I/AAAAAAAAAqE/IcuP9EGsL2A/s1600-h/IMG_5126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SquvMqlOt-I/AAAAAAAAAqE/IcuP9EGsL2A/s320/IMG_5126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380586811947923426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we made her wear this hair band i bought from teddy tales and order our food for us. the price tag was not left there intentionally hehe. i forgot to take it off. it was fun watching people stare at her. some in disgust. some found it hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SquvMFOXvCI/AAAAAAAAAp8/KxyypNZy0PY/s1600-h/IMG_5127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SquvMFOXvCI/AAAAAAAAAp8/KxyypNZy0PY/s320/IMG_5127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380586801919933474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's our waitress with Teppanyaki. we wanted her to show us some Salsa moves at the councourse area but sadly we all had to go back to work. Time flies when you're having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SquvNL6fTpI/AAAAAAAAAqM/J682rxF6OeI/s1600-h/IMG_5133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SquvNL6fTpI/AAAAAAAAAqM/J682rxF6OeI/s320/IMG_5133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380586820895461010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What's a birthday celebration without a cake. Adele trying out some LaLa poses for the camera. A number 10!! that's how much she adores us for taking the time to celebrate with her and making it so embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3509039126390205463-1403088794677588098?l=pixiehong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/feeds/1403088794677588098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/09/adeles-birthday-celebration.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/1403088794677588098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/1403088794677588098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/09/adeles-birthday-celebration.html' title='Adele&apos;s Birthday Celebration'/><author><name>Privateblogger</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/_bmuxSacW2oU/SquvMqlOt-I/AAAAAAAAAqE/IcuP9EGsL2A/s72-c/IMG_5126.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509039126390205463.post-1453048096927865920</id><published>2009-09-11T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T01:51:19.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Princess the Journalist (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>This morning when I picked up the Sun Daily I was half expecting to find my sisters' letter published there too about her water problems.&lt;br /&gt;Suprisingly there was a letter from a lady responding to mine and it says a few key things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Our education system is on parr with overseas universities&lt;br /&gt;2. I should not just complaint but I should give the solution&lt;br /&gt;3. The students should take care of the facilities at campus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my response is:&lt;br /&gt;1. i did not say anything about our lecturers or courses being stupid and lame so i don't know why you are interpreting it as I am condemning Malaysia education system cause like U.M. is working really hard to improve research and innovation. I was refering to water supply. hello infrastructure??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I know what's the solution. replace the pipeline or build a reservior. the government of sabah and the university sabah malaysia also know that. the point i'm writing the letter is to tell people that they are not doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How can the students take care of the facilities if they can't use it? water does not come out of the pipes or taps or shower heads. if the students don't use it how can they spoil it? porbably it will rust and decay on its own la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my letter at malaysia kini website also received comments:&lt;br /&gt;1. I am lying because the main stream media has not reported it&lt;br /&gt;2. Barisan Nasional Government is lousy and we should change the government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my response:&lt;br /&gt;1. You wait la for the main stream media to publish. bernama already send a reporter to check it out. But If you only wait for mainstream media to give you information on what's happening around the world then you are very the JAKUN la. If everything you need an auditor to sign only you believe then you are one misguided fella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. HELLO!! is every problem and every issue a political one? C'mon people snap out of it. I have no intention of bad mouthing the government. Hell. I didn't even know Sabah was a Barisan Nasional government. We should start looking at things without bias and without filters la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dangerous la the way people think and interprete the world nowadays. If I don't have God's truth held tight I think I also will go sideways, back wards and round the mulberry bush la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3509039126390205463-1453048096927865920?l=pixiehong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/feeds/1453048096927865920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/09/princess-journalist-part-2.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/1453048096927865920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/1453048096927865920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/09/princess-journalist-part-2.html' title='Princess the Journalist (Part 2)'/><author><name>Privateblogger</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-3509039126390205463.post-5174913081669611233</id><published>2009-09-11T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T01:35:41.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Early Birthday Wish List</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i450.photobucket.com/albums/qq221/msharlemny/birthday-cake-happy.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's never too early to start planning about what you'd like for your birthday rite? My girlfriend Adele said that it's too early and I'd most probably change my mind. Well I'm no such a wishy washy person and these items are those that I usually won't buy for myself. So I don't think I'd change my mind. I might add to the list but I won't change it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First up, music CDs. Loads of them. I only get to listen to the lastest hits on the radio. Last time I had 30 mins of radio when i travelled back and forth university in my car. Now I hardly drive so I don't get to listen to the radio. Would be good if I had some recent muscic to listen too. But I also do love ever green classical music. Like my all time favourite Close To You by the Carpenters :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 325px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 325px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i37.tinypic.com/ih5bnt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Secondly is a new product I discovered with Melisa at the Curve Flea Market. It's from Korea and it's a new method of doing nail art. Instead of stickers and instead of meticulously painting the pattern on, KONAD simply allows you to stamp the pattern on your nails. it's so quick and easy you don't need to worry about putting too much or too little. And the pattern comes out perfectly everytime. It's a bit pricey though, the full set reaches up to RM 50. Obviously I won't spend RM50 on my nails. So i'm hoping someone else would. hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uz3kaQpin2w/SHUzLMEQXoI/AAAAAAAAB9g/ZWdJy_PR42c/s400/konad+nail+art1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uz3kaQpin2w/SHUzLMEQXoI/AAAAAAAAB9g/ZWdJy_PR42c/s400/konad+nail+art1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thirdly, I've heard loads from Arlynne about how good MAC cosmetics are. I don't own any at the moment so I'd love to give their eye products a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brightbeauty.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/mac-cosmetics.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 340px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.brightbeauty.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/mac-cosmetics.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fourthly, a Burberry shoulder bag. well i am not brand conscious. but i do love the pattern and design of the Burberry bag. so anything that looks alike and not too-pasar malam-ish would please me very much. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 450px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.luxurynavi.com/images/burberry/BurberrySpeedyHandbag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I do love to try the Shu Uemura clensing oil. I've tried cream make up remover and also the oil and water based make up remover but I've heard praises on the cleansing oil that it not only cleans but improves the skin over time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9cVxihF4mo/SjSCmyGGZ4I/AAAAAAAAAT0/acRaBVVbBK0/s320/Shu+Uemura+skincare_SubCat_Cleansers.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, the Shiseido Eyelash Curler. Apparently it's the best. Because the rubber is made out of good long lasting materials. It is guaranteed not to cut or pull out your eye lashes with proper usage. A good investment for someone who uses so much mascara and really needs help for some bigger eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 411px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 340px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3117/2882416734_d9497e1011_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am terribly excited for my birthday!! December hurry up and come please :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i450.photobucket.com/albums/qq221/msharlemny/birthday-cake-happy.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3509039126390205463-5174913081669611233?l=pixiehong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/feeds/5174913081669611233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-early-birthday-wish-list.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/5174913081669611233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/5174913081669611233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-early-birthday-wish-list.html' title='My Early Birthday Wish List'/><author><name>Privateblogger</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://i37.tinypic.com/ih5bnt_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509039126390205463.post-5921193681718356611</id><published>2009-09-11T00:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T00:40:31.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in LURVE!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sqn83UUOEaI/AAAAAAAAAp0/B_MYw5eJGXw/s1600-h/jonathan+rhys+meyers.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380109257147290018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 323px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 404px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sqn83UUOEaI/AAAAAAAAAp0/B_MYw5eJGXw/s320/jonathan+rhys+meyers.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ladies and gentleman, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Introducing &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Jonathan Rhys Meyers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We met behind the glass window of the Miss Sixty boutique at KLCC&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I jsut fell in love with his green mesmerizing eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I also love his moustache and goatee which makes him oh-so-cute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This the first time a model has ever made me weak in the knees &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yea sure I think Hugh Jackman is ruggedly hot &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and Brandon Fraser is chun when he kills mummies &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But this dude is...sigh....what can I say? I'm in &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;LURVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hehe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh if you're wondering what we were doing with the glass window between us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well he's in a &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;POSTER&lt;/span&gt; that's why!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I fell in LURVE with a man in the poster!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3509039126390205463-5921193681718356611?l=pixiehong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/feeds/5921193681718356611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-in-lurve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/5921193681718356611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/5921193681718356611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-in-lurve.html' title='I&apos;m in LURVE!!'/><author><name>Privateblogger</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/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sqn83UUOEaI/AAAAAAAAAp0/B_MYw5eJGXw/s72-c/jonathan+rhys+meyers.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509039126390205463.post-8192480537609836849</id><published>2009-09-09T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T01:38:31.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Princess' Cosmetics Review</title><content type='html'>I've been wathcing so many make up tutorials on you-tube since there's no work at the office. I've also visited sites that promote and review products for people so I also try la. hehe. These are the Princess' MUST HAVES for all seasons hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Maybelline Eye Studio Quad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely (hearts) this eyeshadow because the colors are so prominent and you don't need to apply again and agin to get the color to pop. I personally own the Winter Iris (second Eyestudio) and I love the color combination. Especially the two darker colors prune and cobalt blue because it has shimmer in it. Sometimes I use these two as alternatives for black smokey eye. It's very easy to use because directions on how to apply are available with the eyestudio quad. plus the applicator brush that comes with it is quite useful too although most of the time fingers are faster and more convenient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.asiaone.com/A1MEDIA/justwomen/04Apr08/20080414.190023_maybelline_eyestudio_200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Maybelline Matte Mousse Foundation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like half liquid and half poweder foundation. Means it goes on smoothly yet doesn't make your skin look too powdery and white.The only problem is it doesn't come with any sort of applicator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.drugstore.com/prodimg/138299/200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://pics.drugstore.com/prodimg/138299/200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 3. Silky Girl EyeLiner.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They don't produce these anymore. But I liked them because you did not need to sharpen them you just twist and presto you have more liner. Also the black liner is thick and rather on the oily side so it smudges easily without the need for an eye base very good for smokey eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cozycot.com/files/long-wearing-eyeliner.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.cozycot.com/files/long-wearing-eyeliner.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 4. Revlon Matte Powder Blush.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This fella has a side mirror. Actually not that practical because the mirror is so small you can only see one eye at the time. so you can't tell if the shadow on one side of your eye is too dark and the other eye too light. But this blusher lasted me more than 2 years and mind you I put make up every day. So there's a lot of blusher to go around. The pink is not too bright and it comes out naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.revlon.com/HTML/Images//Products/ProdDetail/P-facePwdBlush-lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images.revlon.com/HTML/Images//Products/ProdDetail/P-facePwdBlush-lg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 5. Silky Girl White 2-Way Foundation with SPF 15.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think this is the best compact powder for girls on the go. The bonus is the SPF protection. Malaysia is so friggin hot, that I put double SPF protection. You don't want to cheeks to sag when you reach 30!! It has a mirror and comes with a sponge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cozycot.com/thumb/100x100/files/2wayfundation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.cozycot.com/thumb/100x100/files/2wayfundation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 6. Revlon Super Lustrous Lip Gloss.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok I've to be honest I bought my first gloss from Revlon just because it was called Lustrous. haha. But it is one of the longer lasting lip gloss I ever had even after mamak there's still gloss on my lips. And the gloss has kinda like gold underhue. So under the light you really do look lustrous. It's a big gloss so it can be used for quite a long time. I have with me spice blush and rose pink which I've been using for years. But I must say it's not hygenic to keep your lip gloss for so long especially when u tend to add lip gloss on your lips before washing your mouth. eeeuuu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://frappelattes.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/revlon-super-lustrous.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://frappelattes.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/revlon-super-lustrous.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 7. Loreal Glam Shine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My all time favourite lip gloss especially this one with the heart shaped applicator. It's supposed to make it easier to apply the gloss but it's all the same to me. The gloss has diamond like underhues so under the like your lips really shimmer. The color is very prominent too. One application on the upper lip. smack. and you're ready to go. You can't overdo gloss it'll just seem like you ate a lot of fried kuey teow that's why your mouth so so oily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.makeupdirect.co.nz/images/Products/Glam_Shine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.makeupdirect.co.nz/images/Products/Glam_Shine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Maybelline Volume Express Mascara &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Maybelline Sky High Curves Mascara&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those who really need to seperate and define those lashes. This baby will do the trick. But for people like me who need volume and length I then apply sky high curves on top of the volume express for va-va-voom lashes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shoppersstop.com/catalogimageservlet?productId=1154222&amp;amp;languageId=EN&amp;amp;imageType=large"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.shoppersstop.com/catalogimageservlet?productId=1154222&amp;amp;languageId=EN&amp;amp;imageType=large" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.maybelline.com.au/PRODUCTS/Eyes/MASCARA/Sky_High_Curves_Mascara/medias/Sky%20High%20CurvesT%20Mascara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.maybelline.com.au/PRODUCTS/Eyes/MASCARA/Sky_High_Curves_Mascara/medias/Sky%20High%20CurvesT%20Mascara.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 10. Maybelline Angel Lift Flawless Foundation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My most recent discovery the Angel Lift is similar to the matte mousse but it is pure liquid until it touches your skin it turns to powder like giving you absolute coverage. Only bottom side is again no applicator and you are taught to use your hands or a sponge. so for those who want to skip the trouble Angel Lift also comes in a compact. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For a more natural look, only apply foundation on the T zone and problem areas like under your eyes to cover the dark circles. So you won't look like a doll with your face completely white and a different shade from your neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cozycot.com/files/Maybelline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.cozycot.com/files/Maybelline.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There we go 10 items like the 10 commandments. hehe. let's see if I can review skin care next. toodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3509039126390205463-8192480537609836849?l=pixiehong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/feeds/8192480537609836849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/09/princess-cosmetics-review.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/8192480537609836849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/8192480537609836849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/09/princess-cosmetics-review.html' title='Princess&apos; Cosmetics Review'/><author><name>Privateblogger</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-3509039126390205463.post-7381309478824015230</id><published>2009-09-09T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T00:47:08.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Princess the Journalist</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The newspapers, they really publish reader's letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister has been complaining about how University Malaysia Sabah does not have water supply. So out of my frustration I wrote to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. the sun daily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. the star (10/9/2009: Water woes at Labuan Campus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. bernama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. malaysia kini (check out &lt;a href="http://www.malaysiakini.com/letters/112456"&gt;http://www.malaysiakini.com/letters/112456&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The letter goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My sister is an undergraduate at Universiti Malaysia Sabah (LabuanCampus). Since the day she moved into a small apartment-like accommodation in Labuan (July 2009), she has been living a tormented life without any water supply. However, my classmates who went to UMStold me that they lived in this horrible condition for a whole 3 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The water would come once a day eitherin the morning. My sister had to wake up exteremely early-not for classes- but to fill buckets and buckets of water so that she can do her washing and if possible bathe at night. Besides that, she had to carry these heavy buckets of water two floors up where her room is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When I sent my sister to UMS, the Deputy Vice Canselor promised the parents and family members present at the briefing that UMS will do their best to take care of the students. I don't think the lack of water constitutes has taking care of the students. How are the students expected to perform well in studies when their basic needs are not met? No wonder able familes send their children overseas tostudy. I hope this is not the way our public universities are heading to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I also emailed:&lt;/p&gt;1. Ministry of Higher Education&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The Vice Chansellor of UMS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The Deputy Vice Chansellor of UMS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Malay version sounds like so:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Masalah kekurangan air di Kampus Labuan Universiti Malaysia Sabah(UMS) harus diselesaikan dengan segera. Masalah ini telah berlanjutan sejak beberapa tahun yang lalu. Namun begitu, pihak UMS gagal menyelesaikan masalah ini. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Rintihan para pelajar tidak dihiraukan dan tiada penjelasan yang diberi kepada mereka walaupun para pelajar membayar sewa untuk kemudahan asas seperti air dan elektrik. Saya percaya bahawa para siswa siswi UMS tidak dapat fokus dalam pelajaransekiranya mereka harus bangun awal pagi dan tidak dapat menghadiri kelas hanya untuk mengangkut air ke bilik mandi masing masing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Saya berharap agar pihak kementerian dapat membantu pihak UMS mengatasi masalah ini agar para mahasiswa dan mahasiswi tidak perlu menderita lagi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;(cekap rite my B.Malaysia hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lo and behold this morning I found my letters in the sun daily and the malaysia kini website. It is really thrilling to know that your view matters. best thing of all they did not edit much of the words and sentence structure that I used. Goes to show that I can be a writer/journalist too ya? hehe. wished i could show u some images but the real thing is better no?? so go check out the website and grab a copy of the Sun daily.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3509039126390205463-7381309478824015230?l=pixiehong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/feeds/7381309478824015230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/09/princess-journalist.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/7381309478824015230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/7381309478824015230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/09/princess-journalist.html' title='Princess the Journalist'/><author><name>Privateblogger</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-3509039126390205463.post-6647342549794303757</id><published>2009-09-05T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T22:49:01.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Pranks.</title><content type='html'>What would a birthday celebration be without a birthday prank. On two separate occasions we celebrated Zie Wei's and Katrina's birthday and this is what happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Zie Wei's 22nd Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zie Wei knew that she was going to be pranked so she did not want to come out unless Katrina was there to be pranked along with her (their birthdays are close and are usually celebrated together) So we tricked her in saying there's no prank and we are just meeting to pass her the birthday present. And being as innocent as her age she believed us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Curve and asked her to change into her dress which we bought for her. Then we attached an arrow pointing at a specific area of her body which says: FOR SALE PLEASE ASK FOR TEST DRIVE. And then she paraded the Curve and snapped loads of pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs266.snc1/9330_125696261844_604291844_2582834_5268663_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 241px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs266.snc1/9330_125696261844_604291844_2582834_5268663_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SqNLHUvn_OI/AAAAAAAAApM/CG3HJhLqtAg/s1600-h/IMG_5076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SqNLHUvn_OI/AAAAAAAAApM/CG3HJhLqtAg/s320/IMG_5076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378224969210133730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Katrina's 24th Birthday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After receiving vouchers to the new restaurant Tokyo.g we decided to give it a try. We went to the 1 Utama outlet and after we finished our meal we were told that our vouchers were not acceptable because it was only one voucher per receipt. and we used all three. And Kat's order was cancelled without telling us because we used too many coupons. The waiter did not even tell us. So Kat, Adele and I started a drama at the restaurant exercising our customer rights. Kat and Adele made sure their customer feedback card was returned to the customer feedback box as we left the place. But we managed to capture some pictures of the lousy place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SqNLHgTs9yI/AAAAAAAAApU/NKc82zPxRxo/s1600-h/IMG_5101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SqNLHgTs9yI/AAAAAAAAApU/NKc82zPxRxo/s320/IMG_5101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378224972314244898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Groovy Punch&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SqNLIJDTiMI/AAAAAAAAApc/bT49PBZ8sso/s1600-h/IMG_5102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SqNLIJDTiMI/AAAAAAAAApc/bT49PBZ8sso/s320/IMG_5102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378224983251323074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mixed Vege Tempura Soba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SqNLIqRcxnI/AAAAAAAAApk/R9G-IM5tQuY/s1600-h/IMG_5104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SqNLIqRcxnI/AAAAAAAAApk/R9G-IM5tQuY/s320/IMG_5104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378224992169018994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then for Kat's present. A tourqouise Tonga dress with her arrow fixed behind saying: OPEN FOR BIZ 24 HOURS. below Kat tries to pull of a sultry horny look fiiting her arrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SqNLJbKwuiI/AAAAAAAAAps/IwNReM6GdqU/s1600-h/IMG_5113.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/_bmuxSacW2oU/SqNLJbKwuiI/AAAAAAAAAps/IwNReM6GdqU/s320/IMG_5113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378225005294303778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And as usual after every prank they treathen to take revenge on me when my birthday comes. but I don't think they can ever be as creative as me. tee hee. I propose next year we do something sweet and nice for each other for once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3509039126390205463-6647342549794303757?l=pixiehong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/feeds/6647342549794303757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/09/birthday-pranks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/6647342549794303757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/6647342549794303757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/09/birthday-pranks.html' title='Birthday Pranks.'/><author><name>Privateblogger</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/_bmuxSacW2oU/SqNLHUvn_OI/AAAAAAAAApM/CG3HJhLqtAg/s72-c/IMG_5076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509039126390205463.post-9146616414863216509</id><published>2009-09-01T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T00:10:04.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Who-Are-You Quiz</title><content type='html'>I am  terribly bored at work. Boss is busy handling her own stuff she leaves me alone with no work. Another contributing factor is that I rely on other people to get my work done. For example, to prepare a power point slide, I require info from another dept, now if the person at the other dept has an email breakdown there's no way he can send me those data. So i am free for another day.&lt;br /&gt;Thus, while going through other poeple's blog I found this quiz. Basically I answered stuff like:&lt;br /&gt;You are walking along a path and you see a (a) Ring (b) Mirror (c) Bottle&lt;br /&gt;You reach a source of water, what is the form of that water (a) River (b) Waterfall (c) Lake&lt;br /&gt;So based on the answers I selected, the quiz deducted that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties.  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(perasan)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a true romantic. When you are in love, you will do anything and everything to keep your love true. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(sounds so desperate haha)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you meet that person.  &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(fuiyoh)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your have very sensible tactics when approaching the opposite sex. In many ways people find your straightforwardness attractive, so you will find yourself with plenty of dates.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;(don't love with you heart love also with your brain)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your views on education:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(of course la people Top Graduate you know haha)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life. &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(took another quiz on FaceBook what's the perfect job for you: Stay-Home Parent)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do you view success:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are afraid of failure and scared to have a go at the career you would like to have in case you don't succeed. Don't give up when you haven't yet even started! Be courageous. &lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(poppycock)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are concerned about your image and the way others see you. This means that you try very hard to be accepted by other people. It's time for you to believe in who you are, not what you wear. &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(it's the clothes that make the woman la, haven't you heard?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are full of energy and confidence. You are unpredictable, with moods changing as quickly as an ocean. You might occasionally be calm and still, but never for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(nonsense. this is from the question: You look through a key hole what do you see (a) Ocean (b) Mansion (c) Oasis. so obvious I answered ocean rite? sheesh)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Why are people so interested on quizes regarding themselves I wonder. Should you not by this age (varsity and beyond) know what you personalities and characteristics are? If you do not how do you look for a course to study? how do you look for a job you like? how do you set goals for yourself? how do you plan for the future?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;More so, it seems like we need reassurance again and again by the quiz so that we can identify with ourselves and rationalize why we do the things we do and say the things we say. Aren't we all made in God's image? Are we not all his children?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;That's something to ponder while I shake leg on the 72nd floor of the Twin Towers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3509039126390205463-9146616414863216509?l=pixiehong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/feeds/9146616414863216509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/09/another-who-are-you-quiz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/9146616414863216509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/9146616414863216509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/09/another-who-are-you-quiz.html' title='Another Who-Are-You Quiz'/><author><name>Privateblogger</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-3509039126390205463.post-6982547063801817526</id><published>2009-08-25T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T07:31:30.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Job: PETRONAS</title><content type='html'>After 3 long months of waiting and praying. I am back where I started, PETRONAS.&lt;br /&gt;For the past 3 months, I've been asking God to only give me one job offer, the best job offer in his opinion. I confessed I did thought that I would not be able to perform well at PETRONAS (who are also my sponsors) and was hoping to end up some where else, released from my bond with PETRONAS.&lt;br /&gt;But God answered my prayers and only gave me one job offer and that's PETRONAS. So I don't have a choice. But coming into my 3rd week I am beginning to find that it is a good job (high pay &amp;amp; awesome benefits &amp;amp; tasty food &amp;amp; plenty of shopping) In fact, I believe God has planned it all from the start. He truly prepared the way for me to work at Petronas. From the demolishing of my neighbours' house to build the Taman Bahagia LRT station (so that I can easily travel to KLCC) to entering U.M. ( so that I would come across the PETRONAS scholarship advertisement) till now.&lt;br /&gt;Now I am a business analyst at the Corporate Planning and Development Division (specifically Petrochemicals - God Help Me!!) Right now, I am terrified that I would not be able to meet my boss expectations. Working life and studying life is totally different if you haven't realized that. Enough of that...&lt;br /&gt;Here's an insiders view of what the office looks like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SpPs5qvlvtI/AAAAAAAAAo0/ZUg6tdGMDC8/s1600-h/IMG_5091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SpPs5qvlvtI/AAAAAAAAAo0/ZUg6tdGMDC8/s320/IMG_5091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373899255853727442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My drawers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top drawer for work stuff. Second drawer for personal stuff (as you can see my daily devotional) and the last drawer for recycled paper (must be environmentally friendly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SpPs4wU2NTI/AAAAAAAAAos/wqfomvqgZtA/s1600-h/IMG_5090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SpPs4wU2NTI/AAAAAAAAAos/wqfomvqgZtA/s320/IMG_5090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373899240172303666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; My cupboard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I have my cereals, soya bean drink, and my flip flops so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hat I don't need to walk the whole office in my heels *ouch*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SpPvrW8_TjI/AAAAAAAAAo8/y2Lh4ReQ2T4/s1600-h/IMG_5092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SpPvrW8_TjI/AAAAAAAAAo8/y2Lh4ReQ2T4/s320/IMG_5092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373902308557934130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My cubicle on the 72nd floor&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Where I fell asleep. Play facebook. And listen to music. It is to some extend - a dream job.&lt;br /&gt;Below is the view from the 42nd floor where the Sky Bridge is located. I can't take any pics from the 72nd floor cause I am too terrified to look out the window *yikes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SpPvrz8SWnI/AAAAAAAAApE/0za4gxT9EVE/s1600-h/IMG_5093.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/_bmuxSacW2oU/SpPvrz8SWnI/AAAAAAAAApE/0za4gxT9EVE/s320/IMG_5093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373902316339616370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KLCC Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SpPs4eNDYEI/AAAAAAAAAok/DTIoGNWfax8/s1600-h/IMG_5085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SpPs4eNDYEI/AAAAAAAAAok/DTIoGNWfax8/s320/IMG_5085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373899235307774018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kuala Lumpur Tower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Few days ago, my boss (a chinese man with a very heavy chinese slang) gave me a pep talk which I appreciated very much. It seems to me that he has taken upon himself the responsibility to ensure that a fellow chinese like myself prosper and bloom. I finally understood why he hired me, to be a bridge, a bridge between MITCO (the company where I had my internship) and our department (CPDD). He gave me tips on how to kickstart my career. Things like be proactive, leverage on your seniors, network, maintain open communication but don't cross boundaries, and etc. It was really a pick me up listening to him. Encouraged me to go a little further than just meeting targets instead I want to exceed them!! This shall be the start of a great career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3509039126390205463-6982547063801817526?l=pixiehong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/feeds/6982547063801817526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-first-job-petronas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/6982547063801817526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/6982547063801817526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-first-job-petronas.html' title='My First Job: PETRONAS'/><author><name>Privateblogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SpPs5qvlvtI/AAAAAAAAAo0/ZUg6tdGMDC8/s72-c/IMG_5091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509039126390205463.post-8611826869721741438</id><published>2009-08-24T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T05:23:19.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bazaar Ramadhan</title><content type='html'>Yahoo! Hooray! Yipee Kayeh!! It is that time of the year again when the Muslims fast and the non-Muslims feast.&lt;br /&gt;The family visited our favorite Bazaar Ramadhan in Kelana Jaya. As you can see it is a sea full of people. Probably because it is Sunday so there were lots more people. Before you go to a bazaar you really need to know what you want to buy. Or else you would be spending a lot of time visiting every stall to see what they offer. I'll let you in on a secret ... they all sell the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SpKDHwC_t4I/AAAAAAAAAn8/gLB1QD2pLwM/s1600-h/IMG_5077.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/_bmuxSacW2oU/SpKDHwC_t4I/AAAAAAAAAn8/gLB1QD2pLwM/s320/IMG_5077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373501474586212226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our list or items include:&lt;br /&gt;1. Nasi Briyani (unfortunately the Mamak fella that sells the best briyani wasn't around this time) 2. Nasi Lemak Ayam 3. Murtabak 4. Lemang 5. Satay 6. Roti Jala 7. Otak Otak 8. Ikan Bakar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since they are selling the same stuff, how would know which tastes better? well if you see a long queue at the stall that's the tasty one. then again delicious or not it is a subjective matter. So don't be deceived with the long line. Watch them cook it food so that you know it's fresh. And if they make it in huge batters you should stay away. More over if there are flies hanging around, that won't add to the delicious scale at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SpKDIr_1__I/AAAAAAAAAoM/x-CAQ1pq__g/s1600-h/IMG_5080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SpKDIr_1__I/AAAAAAAAAoM/x-CAQ1pq__g/s320/IMG_5080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373501490679119858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There's mom inspecting the satay. making sure it's hot. and that the satay was made there not at their domestic factory (a house). Also inspect the satay sauce. How good a satay will taste terrible without a good peanut sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SpKDIXmweeI/AAAAAAAAAoE/nHmYhQUy6MQ/s1600-h/IMG_5079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SpKDIXmweeI/AAAAAAAAAoE/nHmYhQUy6MQ/s320/IMG_5079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373501485205191138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Leon choosing the best looking Nasi Lemak Ayam which frankly looks all the same to me.&lt;br /&gt;So if anyone knows of another Bazaar with a good selection of food. Ring me up!!&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/3509039126390205463-8611826869721741438?l=pixiehong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/feeds/8611826869721741438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/08/bazaar-ramadhan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/8611826869721741438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/8611826869721741438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/08/bazaar-ramadhan.html' title='Bazaar Ramadhan'/><author><name>Privateblogger</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/_bmuxSacW2oU/SpKDHwC_t4I/AAAAAAAAAn8/gLB1QD2pLwM/s72-c/IMG_5077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509039126390205463.post-3066673719242856016</id><published>2009-08-22T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T06:25:36.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Closing a Chapter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/So_t14li_CI/AAAAAAAAAns/pxn6q-mX2zk/s1600-h/IMG_5071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/So_t14li_CI/AAAAAAAAAns/pxn6q-mX2zk/s320/IMG_5071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372774390455008290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A collection of the best pictures I took at my convocation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Convocation marked the end of my tertiary studies.&lt;br /&gt;The event deserved to be a well kept memory too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/So_t2YbsmQI/AAAAAAAAAn0/tRET64U7TC0/s1600-h/IMG_5072.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/_bmuxSacW2oU/So_t2YbsmQI/AAAAAAAAAn0/tRET64U7TC0/s320/IMG_5072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372774399003629826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My preserved convocation flowers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cut off the rose head and place them in a glass. It will be a fragrant potpourri I shall treasure.&lt;br /&gt;I also took the petals of some of my colorful flowers and framed them up so that I'll always remember how they look like.&lt;br /&gt;Call me sentimental, but you must give me credit for creating such a pretty handcraft.&lt;br /&gt;  Goodbye U.M&lt;br /&gt;"Varsiti kesayanganku, sungguh banyak jasamu, Membentuk insan mulia, Berilmu Berbudaya"&lt;br /&gt;(last verse of the U.M. song)&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/3509039126390205463-3066673719242856016?l=pixiehong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/feeds/3066673719242856016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/08/closing-chapter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/3066673719242856016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/3066673719242856016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/08/closing-chapter.html' title='Closing a Chapter'/><author><name>Privateblogger</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/_bmuxSacW2oU/So_t14li_CI/AAAAAAAAAns/pxn6q-mX2zk/s72-c/IMG_5071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509039126390205463.post-1970894207146332442</id><published>2009-08-16T03:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T03:46:29.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Lived and Loved Convocation (Part 3)</title><content type='html'>(From part 2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alritey, this is the closing chapter of convo 2009. I attended the last convocation ceremony on Saturday which is the Science Faculty. It was a rainy day but thankfully the rain stopped when the graduates came out of the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Soff5zW2aII/AAAAAAAAAnM/nxn-ZEjmAjA/s1600-h/IMG_5056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 284px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Soff5zW2aII/AAAAAAAAAnM/nxn-ZEjmAjA/s320/IMG_5056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370507264794192002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;With Jen Hann. I love the color of their sash. Gold is more suitable for the Princess then light blue don't you think? hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Soff4wSBfMI/AAAAAAAAAnE/AOmpCFqOT08/s1600-h/IMG_5057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Soff4wSBfMI/AAAAAAAAAnE/AOmpCFqOT08/s320/IMG_5057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370507246788771010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With the pretty and capable Laura and her boyfriend Clement who is actually my colleague now since we work in Petronas together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Soff4qq1YtI/AAAAAAAAAm8/_CirDEIRZvc/s1600-h/IMG_5058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Soff4qq1YtI/AAAAAAAAAm8/_CirDEIRZvc/s320/IMG_5058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370507245282222802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With Qian Ming and the graduated Samantha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Soff3z6iU8I/AAAAAAAAAm0/I1FOEXnVch8/s1600-h/IMG_5059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 313px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Soff3z6iU8I/AAAAAAAAAm0/I1FOEXnVch8/s320/IMG_5059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370507230584132546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With Adrian who waited an extra one year to be thrown into the air. He kept yelling&lt;br /&gt;"HIGHER! HIGHER!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Soff3sHLUoI/AAAAAAAAAms/B3CrA-EBFbE/s1600-h/IMG_5061.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/_bmuxSacW2oU/Soff3sHLUoI/AAAAAAAAAms/B3CrA-EBFbE/s320/IMG_5061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370507228489667202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Remember I mentioned that it rained that evening. Now Tuxoon parked at the field behind the hall. There were many other cars there. And all of the cars including his was stuck in the mud because of the rain. Also because in the morning many cars have went on the field causing the earth to be very soft and the heavy cars sank into the muddy field really fast.&lt;br /&gt;Even walking on the field was hard. My slippers sank into the earth too. Thank God I chose to wear shorts. But I was dirty wet and muddy after everything was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SofiOC61oYI/AAAAAAAAAnU/NpqpT02opZQ/s1600-h/IMG_5062.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/_bmuxSacW2oU/SofiOC61oYI/AAAAAAAAAnU/NpqpT02opZQ/s320/IMG_5062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370509811592307074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tuxoon and Qian Ming helped another car to loosen itself from the mud. But that car was exteremly heavy and would not budge. I stayed away because mud was flying everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;Threading on muddy field is enough for me I don't need mud on my face and in my hair. THat would be disasterous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SofiPZ_BleI/AAAAAAAAAnk/E0u81M7cWM0/s1600-h/IMG_5064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SofiPZ_BleI/AAAAAAAAAnk/E0u81M7cWM0/s320/IMG_5064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370509834963752418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At about 7 p.m. we rejoined the PKV-ians for dinner at Old Town Kopitiam. After much scrubbing on my legs and hands to remove the mud on myself.&lt;br /&gt;(Left side Top to Bottom) Victor, Ben, and Tuxoon&lt;br /&gt;(Right side Top to Bottom) Shannon, Yen Yen, and Me&lt;br /&gt;It was certainly a memorable day because it was my first time encountering cars stuck in mud.&lt;br /&gt;I must say i really enjoy these new experiences.&lt;br /&gt;And I thank God for these oppourtunities which enriches my life.&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/3509039126390205463-1970894207146332442?l=pixiehong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/feeds/1970894207146332442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-lived-and-loved-convocation-part-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/1970894207146332442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/1970894207146332442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-lived-and-loved-convocation-part-3.html' title='I Lived and Loved Convocation (Part 3)'/><author><name>Privateblogger</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/_bmuxSacW2oU/Soff5zW2aII/AAAAAAAAAnM/nxn-ZEjmAjA/s72-c/IMG_5056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509039126390205463.post-4641516517076673332</id><published>2009-08-16T02:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T03:05:36.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Lived and Loved Convocation (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>(From Part 1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In University Malaya, convocation is a one week event. It's called FESKUM (Festival Konvo U.M.). So it's not a take your scroll on one day and then it's over. Same goes for me. The day after my ceremony I attended the Convo Dinner organized by the Persaudaraan Kristian Varsiti U.M. (the people responsible for throwing me in the air yet failing to catch me except for one person in part 1)&lt;br /&gt;It was held at PUSPITA bungalow near 9th college which i never knew existed. Students were allowed to use the bungalow for events as long as the paid the gardener to mow the lawn and also clean up the place a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SofWFa5lNuI/AAAAAAAAAl8/mGXAIwDLs_0/s1600-h/IMG_5032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SofWFa5lNuI/AAAAAAAAAl8/mGXAIwDLs_0/s320/IMG_5032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370496469271131874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the front garden, mats were laid on the grass and a piece of multi colored was tied from one tree to another to form a canopy. There were torches burning around which felt like Hari Raya. But it was really lovely like a mini camp fire and the bungalow was very homey despite the holes in the ceiling and the cracks on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SofWGJleoFI/AAAAAAAAAmE/gdIRbpCbEu4/s1600-h/IMG_5033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SofWGJleoFI/AAAAAAAAAmE/gdIRbpCbEu4/s320/IMG_5033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370496481803280466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What would Convo Dinner be without games. In the picture my junior Joshua Chew acts as snow white and the other guy squatting on the floor wears a diaper made out of toilet rolls.&lt;br /&gt;The other group (below) is Zachary and Pheobe but I've no clue of what they were trying to perform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SofWGg6isiI/AAAAAAAAAmM/046QVnN4OcQ/s1600-h/IMG_5037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SofWGg6isiI/AAAAAAAAAmM/046QVnN4OcQ/s320/IMG_5037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370496488065643042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SofWHL8G2LI/AAAAAAAAAmU/_FXBFqxqNvI/s1600-h/IMG_5039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SofWHL8G2LI/AAAAAAAAAmU/_FXBFqxqNvI/s320/IMG_5039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370496499614931122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(L-R) Me, Divya, and Arlynne&lt;br /&gt;These gals injected me with enough gossip to last for me for a week.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed all the different conversations and sharing I had with everyone that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SofY0Wv703I/AAAAAAAAAmk/X9nncRZXcsc/s1600-h/IMG_5047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SofY0Wv703I/AAAAAAAAAmk/X9nncRZXcsc/s320/IMG_5047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370499474634036082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After we cleared out all the food. We gathered around to hear a few words from the organizer George, the president Divya, and a prayer was said over us by Kim Cheng. What a terrific ending to Convo Dinner.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SofWH3mw80I/AAAAAAAAAmc/HBv3OCUet6U/s1600-h/IMG_5054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SofWH3mw80I/AAAAAAAAAmc/HBv3OCUet6U/s320/IMG_5054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370496511336575810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the dinner, I came home with the torch and a flower.&lt;br /&gt;The torch signified the graduates to keep their light shining for God and also to light the way for the juniors. And that's exactly what I intend to do.&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/3509039126390205463-4641516517076673332?l=pixiehong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/feeds/4641516517076673332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-lived-and-loved-convocation-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/4641516517076673332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/4641516517076673332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-lived-and-loved-convocation-part-2.html' title='I Lived and Loved Convocation (Part 2)'/><author><name>Privateblogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SofWFa5lNuI/AAAAAAAAAl8/mGXAIwDLs_0/s72-c/IMG_5032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509039126390205463.post-3595767809496631264</id><published>2009-08-15T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T11:39:12.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Lived and Loved Convocation (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>When I was a junior, I attended seniors convocation. The first time it was all a new experience for me watching people being thrown in the air, seeing girls with flowers and teddies and I wonder how would my convocation be like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it was FANTABULOUS!! The feeling of being celebrated and loved by my juniors was so overwhelming and joyful. And this is why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the graduates go through the ceremony in Dewan Tuanku Canselor. The juniors wait outside to receive the graduates. And the scene looks like this:&lt;br /&gt;Juniors hold their hand made banners high up cheering and calling their seniors. The tree in the picture is very special. Every year the graduates pluck its branches and leaves. How they do it? Why by being thrown in the air of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SobwaVskcKI/AAAAAAAAAj8/IBJ89gr0T4s/s1600-h/IMG_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SobwaVskcKI/AAAAAAAAAj8/IBJ89gr0T4s/s320/IMG_0001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370243940977242274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While all the commotion is happening outside. In DTC, I enjoyed every bit of the ceremony. It was done with so much tradition and protocol. The hall was also decorated so nicely that I forgot how shabby it looked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SobwbSGUiBI/AAAAAAAAAkM/agXtzPMy3xU/s1600-h/IMG_8715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SobwbSGUiBI/AAAAAAAAAkM/agXtzPMy3xU/s320/IMG_8715.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370243957191378962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My friends and I waiting for the ceremony to begin.&lt;br /&gt;(L-R) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Li Ern, Kien Hol,, Chee Leng, Me, Shu Min, Mei Ling, Ying Teng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were not allowed to move from our seats for 3 hours till the ceremony ends.&lt;br /&gt;Below is a picture of me with my scroll and behind the decorated stage of DTC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sobwb0mlbkI/AAAAAAAAAkU/AUzukxXcjUM/s1600-h/IMG_8725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sobwb0mlbkI/AAAAAAAAAkU/AUzukxXcjUM/s320/IMG_8725.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370243966453509698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Outside, one of the groups waiting to greet me are the PKV-ians. My brothers and sisters who have always been there for me in prayer and in faith. From them i received a toss and a red ballon.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SobwcYyXTpI/AAAAAAAAAkc/UcHlDNRu3qs/s1600-h/IMG_8758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SobwcYyXTpI/AAAAAAAAAkc/UcHlDNRu3qs/s320/IMG_8758.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370243976166592146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sob9wsbUGJI/AAAAAAAAAl0/19gq8p4mibo/s1600-h/IMG_0027.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/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sob9wsbUGJI/AAAAAAAAAl0/19gq8p4mibo/s320/IMG_0027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370258618687166610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But the only person who caught me as I was falling from the sky was...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;George&lt;/span&gt;... Thank goodness he goes to the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sob6821j00I/AAAAAAAAAlM/UUC6DTL8W0A/s1600-h/IMG_0002.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/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sob6821j00I/AAAAAAAAAlM/UUC6DTL8W0A/s320/IMG_0002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370255529105150786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(L-R) Alvin, Eric, me. Way Keong, Wee Suan, Wen Bing, and Kah Kin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Not forgetting my Business Club juniors all clad in pink. They were enthusiastic and full of vigor as they threw each of us into the air...including me I am so proud of them practicing and working out all this while to throw us as high as possible.&lt;br /&gt;It was terrifying when they being counting 1,2,3 it felt like playing Solero at Genting Theme Park. Where your heart feels like its about to fall out of your chest. But to my relieve they caught me really well too. I highly suggest the human toss to all those graduating next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sob6-NT8OZI/AAAAAAAAAlc/t4oWgp7WQ-w/s1600-h/IMG_0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sob6-NT8OZI/AAAAAAAAAlc/t4oWgp7WQ-w/s320/IMG_0012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370255552318028178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sob6_ciSBWI/AAAAAAAAAls/dz6r75iwPHw/s1600-h/IMG_0049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sob6_ciSBWI/AAAAAAAAAls/dz6r75iwPHw/s320/IMG_0049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370255573584577890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And what better way to end the day with a mortar board toss with my girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;After that it began to drizzle and the crowd dissapeared.&lt;br /&gt;But God was gracious and merciful for holding the rain till 6.30 p.m. when I've done all my tosses, picture taking and flower collecting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sobwa7Izw1I/AAAAAAAAAkE/-gbfbO48Wm0/s1600-h/IMG_8775.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/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sobwa7Izw1I/AAAAAAAAAkE/-gbfbO48Wm0/s320/IMG_8775.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370243951027798866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are the things I received from my friends and juniors. Including peach flavored wine from my sister, a Crispy chocolate from Emmanuel and a hand made photo frame from Biz Club. One of the bigger presents were the roses from Boon Chong and the Teddy from Ali. I've yet to name the bear. I love them all. Thanks everyone. But convo is not over. Part 2 is on it's way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3509039126390205463-3595767809496631264?l=pixiehong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/feeds/3595767809496631264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-lived-and-loved-convocation-part-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/3595767809496631264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/3595767809496631264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-lived-and-loved-convocation-part-1.html' title='I Lived and Loved Convocation (Part 1)'/><author><name>Privateblogger</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/_bmuxSacW2oU/SobwaVskcKI/AAAAAAAAAj8/IBJ89gr0T4s/s72-c/IMG_0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509039126390205463.post-984436841009794133</id><published>2009-08-10T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T05:28:27.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop Testing My Patience!! Part 2</title><content type='html'>If you are wondering....&lt;br /&gt;no nothing happened at robe collection. In fact, it was very smooth. Kudos to the Exam Section of University Malaya. Finally a small fraction of U.M. is doing something right. But it's not over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 5th of August I arrived at Equatorial Hotel Bangi-Putrajaya after robe collection. And I passed my facilitators a piece of paper listing the days i will not be around. Now policy is that if you miss orientation for more than 3 days you should not attend the program at all. So he called the program leader and she sms me the next morning asking me to leave the program and join the next induction, in October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is very unfair to me. Because before the program started I had cleared this problem with the HR lady. In fact she was the one who said it is ok and asked me to attend the program although I will be away for more than 3 days due to convo. On the day I arrived at Equatorial I passed her the same paper listing all the days I will be away. She ran her fingers down the list and said OK! But when she was confronted by the program leader, she said: NO I ONLY APPROVED HER 3 DAYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My jaw dropped. Can you imagine the lies people will tell just to get out of trouble? She made it sound as though it was my fault. So i left the program. Quietly. Thinking of emailing her superior the next day to inform him about her INCOMPETENCE. But then I decided to wait after the orientation program ended. And luckily I did to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because today I went up to the HR department to take my staff ID. Everyone there stared at me on kind. And the person who passed me the ID card haughtily said to me: AIYAH YOU PATUT JANGAN PERGI MA. INGAT ADA CONVO SAJA TAPI ADA HAL HAL PERSONAL LAGI. YOU CAKAP LA AWAL AWAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahliao. hal personal also i listed in the paper. she was the on said OK!  So looks like the HR lady managed to spread poison all over the HR dept making me sound like a high-problem staff (not high-performance). If I had sent a complain email....for sure no leave approve and no increment and no promotion. But after this incedent. God is no longer testing my patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's testing my sleepiness!!&lt;br /&gt;I do not have a laptop/desktop yet so all I do is read and read and read about chemicals.&lt;br /&gt;And after one page I get drowsy and my eye lids droop.&lt;br /&gt;So God stop testing my Sleepiness!!&lt;br /&gt;Grant me a good laptop quick!. With MSN!!&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/3509039126390205463-984436841009794133?l=pixiehong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/feeds/984436841009794133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/08/stop-testing-my-patience-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/984436841009794133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/984436841009794133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/08/stop-testing-my-patience-part-2.html' title='Stop Testing My Patience!! 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So how is it that I was not informed? Well because of the incompetence of the HR staff!! She conveniently left me out of the mailing list. And while everyone had a follow up phone call, no one contacted me to make sure that I was aware of the change.&lt;br /&gt;So I had to drive to the hotel all by myself without a map and without clear directions. Plus the HR lady had the cheek to ask me to arrive before 9 a.m. It was her fault and she dared demand that I be punctual? INSOLENT! This made my blood boil even more.&lt;br /&gt;It is an unforgivable mistake would you not agree with me?  The image of a large multinational firm has been ruined.&lt;br /&gt;So the rest of the day my face was as black as coal and as dark as rain clouds. I did not want to speak to anyone and kept to myself the whole day. But the other participants were very sympathetic about what happened. And they are pretty friendly peeps too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you thought that was the end...on the 4th of August...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dental appointment which I waited 2 years till it was my turn. So on the way there, my car suddenly made a really loud noise. and i saw the temperature indicator has reached H for HOT. I stopped at the nearby gas station, and there were fumes coming from under the hood. Now i was not going to be late for my appointment which I made 2 years ago. so I filled it with water and went on. I made it there but hardly cause my engine died while I was searching for parking causing a massive jam at the parking lot. (embarrassing!)&lt;br /&gt;I finally found a parking and left to the clinic. 2 hours later i checked the water level and it was almost empty.  A LEAK! So I drove back to the mechanic also barely surviving with the temperature indicatior constantly rising until it reached the red zone.&lt;br /&gt;At the mechanic there was even more smoke rising from the hood and the hood itself was too hot for the touch. After the mechanic's diagnosis, he had to change some pipes and some nuts and bolts that cost me RM180. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what will happen tomorrow? Well I have to take my graduation robe tomorrow. Probably the U.M. staff would make a blunder e.g. claiming that I did not pay my fees but I already did or running out of sizes or giving me a torn sash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is I'd just like to tell God: STOP TESTING MY PATIENCE!! because I got it! I know the lesson already. Stop allowing people or cars to mess up my life. Thank you very much&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3509039126390205463-3520358038086493998?l=pixiehong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/feeds/3520358038086493998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/08/stop-testing-my-patience.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/3520358038086493998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/3520358038086493998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/08/stop-testing-my-patience.html' title='Stop Testing My Patience!!'/><author><name>Privateblogger</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-3509039126390205463.post-3397577064256485238</id><published>2009-07-28T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T06:01:26.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-Employment Medical Check Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.restorasian.com/blog/wp-content/prince-crt-2334.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Prince Court Medical Center &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jalan Kia Peng&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kuala Lumpur&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people dred medical check-ups. Some are afraid of needles and some fear that they will fail the medical examination. But I had the utmost fun throughout my medical checkup at Prince Court. I was like a kid in the playground. Trying everything and being so curious about what I saw, used, and touched. It's a wonderful instituition/playgournd because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. They had jockey service and the jockey men wore songkok and baju melayu. They also help you arrange for cab if you wanted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.princecourt.com/images/facilities/Consierge01.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;2. All the receptionists and nurse had a specific uniform which makes them look very professional and all of them speak good english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. I had a nurse accompany me from one examination room to another and waits for me while I performed my X-ray, Audiology test and etc. She also accompanied me into the toilet for my urine test. So shy!! But that's all part of the service I guess. So it did not come out the first time. Had to drink a bucket of water and waited till the end of the day before anything came out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. Everything there was to make the patients comfy. The lobby has waterfalls, bamboo trees, comfy couches. While the waiting rooms had flat screen TV showing not local Tv channels but Astro, even my lung capacity test had an animated cartoon for me to watch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RiYjwp1KPhM/SGieSTWa4xI/AAAAAAAACLE/Xpt5DqMgf9I/s400/IMG_2375.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Waiting Room&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_L10RIAQvSxE/RphtqOXao-I/AAAAAAAAAJI/9tfc4nN4nN0/Malaysia+164.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lobby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;5. They have tonnes of services and those of the most advanced technology. They ones that attracted me the most are the cosmetic and beauty treatments like lasering of your cellulite, or inserting a gadget in your body to loose 20kg in 6 months, lasik surgery, teeth whitening and etc.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I have no idea how much my medical check up costs but it sure isn't cheap by the looks of the place. But its all taken care of by ING and Petronas. Thanks!! Prince Court is now officially my favourite medical center. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3509039126390205463-3397577064256485238?l=pixiehong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/feeds/3397577064256485238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/07/pre-employment-medical-check-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/3397577064256485238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/3397577064256485238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/07/pre-employment-medical-check-up.html' title='Pre-Employment Medical Check Up'/><author><name>Privateblogger</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/_RiYjwp1KPhM/SGieSTWa4xI/AAAAAAAACLE/Xpt5DqMgf9I/s72-c/IMG_2375.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509039126390205463.post-7030401073604091437</id><published>2009-07-27T03:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T05:04:50.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>J.B. &amp; S'pore: 2nd Wedding and 3rd Grad Trip (Day Three)</title><content type='html'>It's the Wedding Day!! We head to Singapore and back to Bukit Batok where my Aunt Noriza's relative stays. We had breakfast at the Bukit Batok market area which has a food court as well as a wet market. I had Lor Mee. Why? Because everyone was eating it. It was only $3. Very cheap for those earning Singapore money. My cousin ordered Char Siew Fan for only $2.50. Why is it so cheap? Well because it's all self service. You have to pick your Lor Mee from the stall. Same goes for drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sm2LVb_DTYI/AAAAAAAAAic/WJIDcMyHTXw/s1600-h/IMG_4960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sm2LVb_DTYI/AAAAAAAAAic/WJIDcMyHTXw/s320/IMG_4960.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363095931673857410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Dad was very facinated at the Real Estate Promo Booth at the center for the market. The agent placed a notice board in the middle of the market square and pasted pictures of houses and apartments for sale. A marketing tactic my dad can learn from and probably apply in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sm2LVid3tkI/AAAAAAAAAik/9gmKU4SyTWg/s1600-h/IMG_4964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sm2LVid3tkI/AAAAAAAAAik/9gmKU4SyTWg/s320/IMG_4964.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363095933413733954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So that's a snapshot of Sunday morning Singaporean life. Then we went to the wedding at the Four Seasons Hotel, Orchard Boulevard. My father and the bride's father are cousins. So Xiang Wen is my second cousin. We've never met. She marries Fred who is French. Xiang Wen works for Loreal at Paris. She's been there 4 years and she speaks really good French. So the in-laws like her very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sm2LWM-XIWI/AAAAAAAAAis/amAl_YumcB4/s1600-h/IMG_4970.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/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sm2LWM-XIWI/AAAAAAAAAis/amAl_YumcB4/s320/IMG_4970.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363095944824299874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a very Western wedding with white roses and a live band. Another thing that struck me was when the emcee was speaking, everyone kept quiet and listened. If it were a Malaysian wedding, everyone will be talking across tables instead of showing respect to the person at the podium.When we arrived sweets as hard as pebbles were on the table. They are French sweets and the trick was to let it melt in your mouth not bite it or it'll break your teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sm2U2cnLqHI/AAAAAAAAAjk/sts0p3zkTxk/s1600-h/IMG_4986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sm2U2cnLqHI/AAAAAAAAAjk/sts0p3zkTxk/s320/IMG_4986.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363106394382510194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lunch was indeed luxurious. The waiter did not allow us to take the food on our own and insisted that he served us. I had white wine to go with the abalone soup for starters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sm2LWfUKeAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/81L5ykdHgds/s1600-h/IMG_4974.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/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sm2LWfUKeAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/81L5ykdHgds/s320/IMG_4974.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363095949747582978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The other special dish was fried cod with szechuan sauce. It is really a fusion dish and it tasted splendid. It was gobbled up in seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sm2LW2lnV5I/AAAAAAAAAi8/3Rq1ByVaiOE/s1600-h/IMG_4978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sm2LW2lnV5I/AAAAAAAAAi8/3Rq1ByVaiOE/s320/IMG_4978.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363095955994793874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We also had mango pudding with sago. My utmost favourite dessert and to end the lovely lunch we had tea/coffee with a chocolate chip cookie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sm2U26P_VMI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3qD4yujicSc/s1600-h/IMG_4988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sm2U26P_VMI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3qD4yujicSc/s320/IMG_4988.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363106402338297026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sm2U3BqaP9I/AAAAAAAAAj0/ABUXKXFjSQo/s1600-h/IMG_4991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sm2U3BqaP9I/AAAAAAAAAj0/ABUXKXFjSQo/s320/IMG_4991.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363106404328161234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Besides the food, there were many people to meet. People whom I've not met. People whom I barely know. Relatives from far far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sm2S-JPY5WI/AAAAAAAAAjE/xebt1B5HEVw/s1600-h/IMG_8501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sm2S-JPY5WI/AAAAAAAAAjE/xebt1B5HEVw/s320/IMG_8501.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363104327598138722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sm2S-c9PYXI/AAAAAAAAAjM/OkHNKTvW5H8/s1600-h/IMG_8550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sm2S-c9PYXI/AAAAAAAAAjM/OkHNKTvW5H8/s320/IMG_8550.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363104332890726770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Also I have no idea whose kid this is. He isn't part of the wedding either. We asked him if he wanted his picture taken and he happily jumped into frame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sm2S_d-mCEI/AAAAAAAAAjc/ool6tSX_GnI/s1600-h/IMG_8571.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/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sm2S_d-mCEI/AAAAAAAAAjc/ool6tSX_GnI/s320/IMG_8571.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363104350344710210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A picture with my Sook Poh. She's my father's aunt. All the way from Ipoh she came. Xiang Wen is her grand daughter. I like her because everytime she meets me she compliments me. "Pik Tze so pretty" she will say while stroking my arm. Then she adds a punch line: But must go on diet la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sm2S-7XYMEI/AAAAAAAAAjU/MtiNxvBrrRY/s1600-h/IMG_8567.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/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sm2S-7XYMEI/AAAAAAAAAjU/MtiNxvBrrRY/s320/IMG_8567.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363104341053419586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Picture with the bride and groom and their parents. The 3 people on the right sat the same table as us. No idea who they are. And that's how the wedding went. Wish that I knew all my second cousins and other cousins and cousins of my cousins. But it's hard when you are scaterred widely across the globe. I guess the next time we meet again would be at another wedding. Hope its mine. tee hee. *drools*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3509039126390205463-7030401073604091437?l=pixiehong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/feeds/7030401073604091437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/07/jb-spore-2nd-wedding-and-3rd-grad-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/7030401073604091437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/7030401073604091437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/07/jb-spore-2nd-wedding-and-3rd-grad-trip.html' title='J.B. &amp; S&apos;pore: 2nd Wedding and 3rd Grad Trip (Day Three)'/><author><name>Privateblogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sm2LVb_DTYI/AAAAAAAAAic/WJIDcMyHTXw/s72-c/IMG_4960.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509039126390205463.post-7871676621224803217</id><published>2009-07-27T02:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T03:57:02.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>J.B. &amp; S'pore: 2nd Wedding &amp; 3rd Grad Trip (Day 2)</title><content type='html'>Good morning Singapore! This is Day 2 of my fantastic trip to J.B. and Singapore. It's all about shopping shopping and more shopping. Not forgetting all the tourist-ty things we did like take loads and loads of pictures of everything and anything. It's was especially thrilling for Dad who has not visited Singapore for 20 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sm16QDvYfZI/AAAAAAAAAg8/SvAs1PaaIKQ/s1600-h/IMG_8441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sm16QDvYfZI/AAAAAAAAAg8/SvAs1PaaIKQ/s320/IMG_8441.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363077147568668050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dad and I on Orchard Road. At the back is the newest mall in Orchard Road. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ION&lt;/span&gt;. There was a newly opened &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sephora&lt;/span&gt; in the mall too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sm18gk2tkHI/AAAAAAAAAhc/1EpFhf0TJ6c/s1600-h/IMG_4947.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/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sm18gk2tkHI/AAAAAAAAAhc/1EpFhf0TJ6c/s320/IMG_4947.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363079630358941810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sephora is an American retail outlet specializing in skin care, fragrances, and cosmetics. They carry their own brand too like the lip pencil featured below. It is a very special lip pencil which caused a big hoo-hah between my Uncle Kai and the store manager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sm18hDAXAhI/AAAAAAAAAhs/cXWaeM48nWg/s1600-h/IMG_5019.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/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sm18hDAXAhI/AAAAAAAAAhs/cXWaeM48nWg/s320/IMG_5019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363079638452470290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I picked up the lip pencil on the display rack which stated $10. When I paid it was Rm13. After clarification by the store manager, it seems that the staff had placed the price tag wrongly. She apologized but my Uncle Kai had a different opinion and thier conversation went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Uncle: We have a problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Manager: What seems to be the problem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Uncle: My niece was over charged for the lip pencil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Manager: Well I explained to her that it was a price tag mistake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Uncle: How long have you been opened?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Manger smiles sweetly: Since last Thursday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Uncle: Oh you mean Sephora was established just last Thursday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Manager surprised: No we've been in operation for many years now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Uncle raises his voice: YOU'VE BEEN AROUND FOR YEARS AND YOU CAN MAKE A PRICE TAG MISTAKE?? ARE U TRYING TO CHEAT MY MONEY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Manager was taken aback: Sir please calm down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Uncle raises voice another notch: DON'T SIR SIR ME. DON'T TRY TO BUTTER ME UP. I DID NOT COME ALL THE WAY FROM MALAYSIA TO BE CHEATED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Manager: Ok sir. You are clearly very upset. I will refund you the $3. Please wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;UNCLE to me: Customer is King.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sm18hrViutI/AAAAAAAAAh0/nqfxFlFLSHY/s1600-h/IMG_4946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sm18hrViutI/AAAAAAAAAh0/nqfxFlFLSHY/s320/IMG_4946.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363079649278737106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After that big hoo-hah, we continued travelling down Orchard Road and Dad was very amazed at these young boys in red passing our flyers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sm16QZJv4sI/AAAAAAAAAhE/XaUZPCdHYMQ/s1600-h/IMG_8447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sm16QZJv4sI/AAAAAAAAAhE/XaUZPCdHYMQ/s320/IMG_8447.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363077153316397762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Takashimaya&lt;/span&gt; had a Toy Sale. They also sold real original Crocs Footware for $25. Which is super cheap!! Seeing that we pay Rm100 plus for a pair in Malaysia. I bought something at Takashimaya too. A &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SPORK&lt;/span&gt;!! It is a cross between a spoon and a fork. It also had a jagged edge for a knife. It should be called a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SPORKNIF&lt;/span&gt; instead. It's a ridiculous concept but just a little souvenir from Takashimaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sm2DGETwjcI/AAAAAAAAAh8/gwHAyP5Kr94/s1600-h/IMG_5021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sm2DGETwjcI/AAAAAAAAAh8/gwHAyP5Kr94/s320/IMG_5021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363086871527198146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;From Orchard we took the MRT to Bugis where the famous Bugis Street Mall was situated. Because of the Singapore Sales, everything was $10 and below.  But at the MRT, I got seperated from my family. My ticket could not pass through and my family did not realize that I was not with them and left to the train platform. No one came back for me. I had to go to the counter and re-validate my ticket and that took a good 5 minutes. Still no one came back. Worst still my Dad was holding all my money and hand phone while my passport was with my Aunt Noriza. Was I gonna be put to jail for a night as an illegal immigrant? Should I wait at the station till they come back for me? Fortunately, my Uncle Kai and Dad missed the first train and I managed to meet them at the platform. They didn't even realize that I was missing till I bumped into them on the platform. Thank God they missed the first train or I would have been really left behind. Below Me and Uncle Kai in the correct train reunited with the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sm2EVQy4AoI/AAAAAAAAAiE/7oN3bHrWfEY/s1600-h/IMG_4954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sm2EVQy4AoI/AAAAAAAAAiE/7oN3bHrWfEY/s320/IMG_4954.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363088232088601218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sm16Q29HksI/AAAAAAAAAhM/50mzFaa6S3Q/s1600-h/IMG_8464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sm16Q29HksI/AAAAAAAAAhM/50mzFaa6S3Q/s320/IMG_8464.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363077161316487874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Arrived at Bugis Street. There were many people just like the last time I was there. But this time I bought more. Like the two tops below. The green one for $10 and the pink one for $5. Converting the total I only spent RM 37.50. I also bought a brown bag to take to the office. I was a very happy girl after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sm2GT_rZqWI/AAAAAAAAAiM/-bKft3wMhbw/s1600-h/IMG_5012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sm2GT_rZqWI/AAAAAAAAAiM/-bKft3wMhbw/s320/IMG_5012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363090409337235810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sm2GUHvqaII/AAAAAAAAAiU/hzMyoAsdfPQ/s1600-h/IMG_5015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sm2GUHvqaII/AAAAAAAAAiU/hzMyoAsdfPQ/s320/IMG_5015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363090411502594178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the shopping. We stopped by McD for a snack. Guess what was on the menu &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wasabi Double Fish Fillet Burger &lt;/span&gt;with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seaweed Fries&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sm18g5G91bI/AAAAAAAAAhk/h-LIAtjZbmo/s1600-h/IMG_4951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sm18g5G91bI/AAAAAAAAAhk/h-LIAtjZbmo/s320/IMG_4951.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363079635795826098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As a closing to the night, we went to my Aunt Noriza's sister's place at Bukit Batok for dinner. While munching on delicious lemak sayur, sambal sotong, and rendang ayam, we watched Pocahontas on the Singapore channel. For $400,000 the apartment was very spacious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sm16RN1N3vI/AAAAAAAAAhU/E8AdetDNBlg/s1600-h/IMG_8476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sm16RN1N3vI/AAAAAAAAAhU/E8AdetDNBlg/s320/IMG_8476.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363077167457361650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And that was the end of Day 2. How fast time flies. The next day was the final day in Singapore and it was also the highlight as extended family gather together after many years at Wedding No.2 in 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3509039126390205463-7871676621224803217?l=pixiehong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/feeds/7871676621224803217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/07/jb-spore-2nd-wedding-3rd-grad-trip-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/7871676621224803217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/7871676621224803217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/07/jb-spore-2nd-wedding-3rd-grad-trip-day.html' title='J.B. &amp; S&apos;pore: 2nd Wedding &amp; 3rd Grad Trip (Day 2)'/><author><name>Privateblogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sm16QDvYfZI/AAAAAAAAAg8/SvAs1PaaIKQ/s72-c/IMG_8441.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509039126390205463.post-972756645347952242</id><published>2009-07-27T01:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T02:44:23.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Johor Bahru &amp; Singapore: 2nd Wedding &amp; 3rd Grad Trip</title><content type='html'>My weekend adventure in Singapore and J.B is written in 3 seperate posts because there's just too much to say!! My second cousin was having her wedding reception in Singapore. We bunked with my Uncle Kai  who stays in Danga Bay and then we drove into Singapore on Saturday and Sunday. This first post all about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Day in Johor Bahru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sm1mFjEaVpI/AAAAAAAAAeE/N-038HmmTZk/s1600-h/IMG_8238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sm1mFjEaVpI/AAAAAAAAAeE/N-038HmmTZk/s320/IMG_8238.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363054976767252114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Uncle Kai stays at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Danga View Apartments. &lt;/span&gt;I drove from Pagoh all the way to Danga Bay aren't I clever? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sm1mF2InTmI/AAAAAAAAAeM/S0YHbe7BIG8/s1600-h/IMG_8255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sm1mF2InTmI/AAAAAAAAAeM/S0YHbe7BIG8/s320/IMG_8255.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363054981885152866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Took a walk around J.B. Town and stopped by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Central Hotel&lt;/span&gt; to grab a map so that we know where we are heading too. While the receptionist photocopied one for us, my cousin snapped this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sm1mGM20kvI/AAAAAAAAAeU/N5oBvh5y-Sw/s1600-h/IMG_8264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sm1mGM20kvI/AAAAAAAAAeU/N5oBvh5y-Sw/s320/IMG_8264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363054987984540402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taman Tun Sri Lanang&lt;/span&gt; is the failed vision of Johor Bahru to transform its sleepy town into an oasis. But a picture opportunity none the less. At the edge of the park is you can see the causeway into Woodlands, Singapore. The below picture is me looking yonder across the ocean and longing to be a Singaporean citizen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sm1mGsvWn5I/AAAAAAAAAec/F2noSMA1SOs/s1600-h/IMG_8266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sm1mGsvWn5I/AAAAAAAAAec/F2noSMA1SOs/s320/IMG_8266.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363054996543152018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A little further down the road we came to a garden with a fountain in center. The fountain had the emblem of Johor as the centerpiece. And guess what my dad and I decided to do. We decided to make fun of it. Below are us trying to imitate the tigers on the emblem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sm1mG3xv1BI/AAAAAAAAAek/xY2Qj57dDQI/s1600-h/IMG_8278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sm1mG3xv1BI/AAAAAAAAAek/xY2Qj57dDQI/s320/IMG_8278.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363054999505982482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sm1s-m2TkYI/AAAAAAAAAes/wq47CMcDppw/s1600-h/IMG_8282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sm1s-m2TkYI/AAAAAAAAAes/wq47CMcDppw/s320/IMG_8282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363062554104140162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After watching my dad and I making a fool of ourselves, my cousin (May Wan) tries to imitate the crocodile statue. This statue was in the palace grounds and was sponsored by the Crocodile company, the one that sells shoes and bags. I think my dad and I did a better job. But A for effor because how can you look like a crocodile without the snout and tail?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sm1hxpB4I3I/AAAAAAAAAd0/Hzbqfd84WPc/s1600-h/IMG_4924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sm1hxpB4I3I/AAAAAAAAAd0/Hzbqfd84WPc/s320/IMG_4924.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363050236723340146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meldrum Street &lt;/span&gt;where hawkers thrive. A back lane lined with people selling coconut water, char keuy teow and tau foo fah. But the best of all is the Hokkien Sotong Prawn Mee. Nothing like a smelly back alley to arouse your apetite. Below my Aunt Peng savors the Pan Mee from the stall which has the longest queue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sm1s-wvheAI/AAAAAAAAAe0/IcFuXHw2xpY/s1600-h/IMG_8299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sm1s-wvheAI/AAAAAAAAAe0/IcFuXHw2xpY/s320/IMG_8299.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363062556760045570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sm1hxb_RNkI/AAAAAAAAAds/lwBZRwzhoFE/s1600-h/IMG_4927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sm1hxb_RNkI/AAAAAAAAAds/lwBZRwzhoFE/s320/IMG_4927.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363050233222739522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dad trying the special &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ba Kua Pie&lt;/span&gt; by Bee Heng Chiang. Its delicious. The pastry is really soft and the bakua is simply mouth watering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sm1s_MQhVZI/AAAAAAAAAe8/FPBUcju00qI/s1600-h/IMG_8305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sm1s_MQhVZI/AAAAAAAAAe8/FPBUcju00qI/s320/IMG_8305.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363062564146206098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a tour of J.B. town we head to the rural areas of Johor to find an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Orang Asli fishing village&lt;/span&gt;. Chinese cooks but orang asli waiters. We ordered the freshest seafood and the price was very reasonable. I was bloated after that meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sm1s_mZhJJI/AAAAAAAAAfE/aGdPp0brEFo/s1600-h/IMG_8322.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/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sm1s_mZhJJI/AAAAAAAAAfE/aGdPp0brEFo/s320/IMG_8322.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363062571163264146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sm11cD7NmWI/AAAAAAAAAf8/wB_Bmd-Zya8/s1600-h/IMG_8339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sm11cD7NmWI/AAAAAAAAAf8/wB_Bmd-Zya8/s320/IMG_8339.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363071856218577250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That was not the end for us. After dinner we went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Danga Bay Festive Street Mall&lt;/span&gt;. There was a night flea market, a beach, and a petting zoo. So we had a taste of the Johor Night life and I must say I enjoyed it very much. My uncle Kai was super cool when he managed to get us all in the petting zoo after closing hours for FREE. The petting zoo was under his company. We were the only visitors there. And we were able to see a diffrerent side of a petting zoo after dark including the feeding of the baby tiger. Cute little critters they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sm1zq-Z_eQI/AAAAAAAAAf0/zF5X-wsg3_0/s1600-h/IMG_8418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sm1zq-Z_eQI/AAAAAAAAAf0/zF5X-wsg3_0/s320/IMG_8418.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363069913411844354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The white parrot and I didn't get along too well. The parrot refuses to perch on my hand and pecked me if I came close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sm1zqbMpJ0I/AAAAAAAAAfs/L3rOEA6aQ58/s1600-h/IMG_8372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sm1zqbMpJ0I/AAAAAAAAAfs/L3rOEA6aQ58/s320/IMG_8372.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363069903960614722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sm11cZc224I/AAAAAAAAAgE/x5fk2AbndO0/s1600-h/IMG_8427.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/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sm11cZc224I/AAAAAAAAAgE/x5fk2AbndO0/s320/IMG_8427.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363071861996837762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The picture above is me in a bear enclosure. I was allowed to do that because 1) My Uncle has my back. 2) The bears were in their show cage where they are placed for people to have a upclose look at them. It terrifying going into a cage. I don't like the feeling of being locked up. Well i guess that's how the bears felt too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sm11c9NaBuI/AAAAAAAAAgM/9TwfT8praNY/s1600-h/IMG_8437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sm11c9NaBuI/AAAAAAAAAgM/9TwfT8praNY/s320/IMG_8437.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363071871595710178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And before we left the petting zoo we had a family picture&lt;br /&gt;First row (L-R) Aunt Noriza, Grandma, and Aunt Peng&lt;br /&gt;Second row (L-R) Uncle Kai, Me, May Wan, and Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sm1hyHPoRWI/AAAAAAAAAd8/T0Tn-QIC8lM/s1600-h/IMG_4929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sm1hyHPoRWI/AAAAAAAAAd8/T0Tn-QIC8lM/s320/IMG_4929.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363050244834084194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We reached home at 12 a.m. and by the time we were ready for bed it was 1a.m. My cousin and I shared a room and we had music bedsheets which is suiting my cousin as she is a paino teacher. Good night Johor, See you in the morning Singapore. I'm coming to boost your economy through my shopping so I deserve a welcoming party by Mr. Lee Kuan Yew and red carpet at the Woodlands customs and immigration.&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/3509039126390205463-972756645347952242?l=pixiehong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/feeds/972756645347952242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/07/johor-bahru-singapore-2nd-wedding-3rd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/972756645347952242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/972756645347952242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/07/johor-bahru-singapore-2nd-wedding-3rd.html' title='Johor Bahru &amp; Singapore: 2nd Wedding &amp; 3rd Grad Trip'/><author><name>Privateblogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sm1mFjEaVpI/AAAAAAAAAeE/N-038HmmTZk/s72-c/IMG_8238.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509039126390205463.post-8576463246776497555</id><published>2009-07-23T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T05:19:33.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrating A Decade of Friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SmhSFoPZOaI/AAAAAAAAAdU/g8zwhoK2y_o/s1600-h/IMG_4922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SmhSFoPZOaI/AAAAAAAAAdU/g8zwhoK2y_o/s320/IMG_4922.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361625613039384994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SmhSE7gcY3I/AAAAAAAAAdM/7JZYhYSLvcw/s1600-h/IMG_4920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SmhSE7gcY3I/AAAAAAAAAdM/7JZYhYSLvcw/s320/IMG_4920.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361625601031299954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(L-R) PauLing, Sin Yi, &amp;amp; Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. The title says it all :)&lt;br /&gt;I thank thank thank God for sustaining and maintaining and blossoming our friendship throughout the years.&lt;br /&gt;PauLing is studying accountancy in Singapore while Sin Yi will be continuing her PhD in Chicago. It's amazing even at this juncture of our lives we can still sit over lunch and laugh, laugh, laugh as though nothing changed. It was like we were back in high school.&lt;br /&gt;But we are still the same. Pauling always sensible and Sinyi always the slowest to finish her food.&lt;br /&gt;After lunch we went for a movie Harry Potter. I must say it is my least favvourite of all the Harry Potter movies I've seen.&lt;br /&gt;Mainly because Dumbledore dies and the movie ends without any sense of hope.&lt;br /&gt;Opps did I just spoil the ending for you? Hehe&lt;br /&gt;I pray that our friendship has many more decades to come. Love you girls.&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/3509039126390205463-8576463246776497555?l=pixiehong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/feeds/8576463246776497555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/07/celebrating-decade-of-friendship.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/8576463246776497555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/8576463246776497555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/07/celebrating-decade-of-friendship.html' title='Celebrating A Decade of Friendship'/><author><name>Privateblogger</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/_bmuxSacW2oU/SmhSFoPZOaI/AAAAAAAAAdU/g8zwhoK2y_o/s72-c/IMG_4922.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509039126390205463.post-4537350058914393369</id><published>2009-07-22T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T10:02:24.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Malam Suai Kenal 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Smc_zWJHAtI/AAAAAAAAAck/OZy16D6Vr_0/s1600-h/IMG_4905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Smc_zWJHAtI/AAAAAAAAAck/OZy16D6Vr_0/s320/IMG_4905.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361324032757531346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Malam Suai Kenal is an orientation night organized by Persaudaraan Kristian Varsiti specifically, Clarence Choong and his team, for the first year juniors. As a nosey busy body senior and also to show Clarence some support, I joined in the festivities. Above (L-R) Me, Li Ern, and Yen Yen all graduating seniors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Smc_jt5WFFI/AAAAAAAAAcc/P3Pdadr9Uo4/s1600-h/IMG_4906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Smc_jt5WFFI/AAAAAAAAAcc/P3Pdadr9Uo4/s320/IMG_4906.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361323764255954002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The picture above shows the juniors playing an ice breaker. They had many ice breakers especially love the Bomb Ice Breaker where you had to sing a song if you get bombed. I heard Opps I did it again, Merry christmas and Happy birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Smc_jYmwN8I/AAAAAAAAAcU/eAeuQOHMznA/s1600-h/IMG_4907.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/_bmuxSacW2oU/Smc_jYmwN8I/AAAAAAAAAcU/eAeuQOHMznA/s320/IMG_4907.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361323758540830658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This next picture are the usherers who are also the seniors. Funny they just stand at once corner and watch. Wished they would have joined in cause when you reach my age, you are considered intruding if you joined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Smc_i33ZxAI/AAAAAAAAAcM/NHLqQyKvozE/s1600-h/IMG_4908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Smc_i33ZxAI/AAAAAAAAAcM/NHLqQyKvozE/s320/IMG_4908.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361323749752292354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Above (L-R) Hazel, Me, and Arlynne&lt;br /&gt;Below: Mun Teng, Victor, and Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Smc_igQlG-I/AAAAAAAAAcE/_pikXQpEGXE/s1600-h/IMG_4909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Smc_igQlG-I/AAAAAAAAAcE/_pikXQpEGXE/s320/IMG_4909.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361323743415442402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Smc_iJPSuoI/AAAAAAAAAb8/6yWlSirhAIQ/s1600-h/IMG_4910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Smc_iJPSuoI/AAAAAAAAAb8/6yWlSirhAIQ/s320/IMG_4910.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361323737236028034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Above: The juniors in their cell groups based on faculties for a get-to-know-you session&lt;br /&gt;Below: The banners they made for each cell groups. Enbina is the conbined cell group for engineering faculty and the faculty of built environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Smc8B5vsYKI/AAAAAAAAAb0/4gh_1--RQvY/s1600-h/IMG_4911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Smc8B5vsYKI/AAAAAAAAAb0/4gh_1--RQvY/s320/IMG_4911.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361319884786262178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Smc8BRImSEI/AAAAAAAAAbs/wXb5DhP_zvE/s1600-h/IMG_4912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Smc8BRImSEI/AAAAAAAAAbs/wXb5DhP_zvE/s320/IMG_4912.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361319873884866626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Above: Kee Aun and Shannon singing the PKV song. Seemed like they were not quite prepared with the song. Try again next time!! The juniors need to learn the song too with actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Smc8BP0ToHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/LAV2PNa5P_Q/s1600-h/IMG_4913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Smc8BP0ToHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/LAV2PNa5P_Q/s320/IMG_4913.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361319873531322482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Joshua Teoh Benni Chris became the cookie monster when he discovered my butter almond cookies. It's a compliment actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SmdFQM1PHKI/AAAAAAAAAc8/vDhNCUlRGnA/s1600-h/IMG_4914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SmdFQM1PHKI/AAAAAAAAAc8/vDhNCUlRGnA/s320/IMG_4914.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361330026032602274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Above: Front View of my free T-shirt. the word light is read as love when looked into the mirror&lt;br /&gt;Below: Back View of my free T-shirt. It says let our light shine forth&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Clarence for hooking me up with the coolest T-Shirt in  town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SmdFQcQZlWI/AAAAAAAAAdE/07NQHrXb3ac/s1600-h/IMG_4915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SmdFQcQZlWI/AAAAAAAAAdE/07NQHrXb3ac/s320/IMG_4915.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361330030173066594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3509039126390205463-4537350058914393369?l=pixiehong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/feeds/4537350058914393369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/07/malam-suai-kenal-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/4537350058914393369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/4537350058914393369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/07/malam-suai-kenal-2009.html' title='Malam Suai Kenal 2009'/><author><name>Privateblogger</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/_bmuxSacW2oU/Smc_zWJHAtI/AAAAAAAAAck/OZy16D6Vr_0/s72-c/IMG_4905.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509039126390205463.post-2383098035772960215</id><published>2009-07-18T23:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T00:27:44.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alan's Farewell and Ah Soon's Birthday Celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SmLFMNaAj2I/AAAAAAAAAas/uYJsqCu_3j8/s1600-h/IMG_4883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SmLFMNaAj2I/AAAAAAAAAas/uYJsqCu_3j8/s320/IMG_4883.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360063320072163170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My arch enemy goes to U.S. for a one year exchange program. With all the love and hate in the relationship, the issues between us shall never end. But to celebrate his new journey and also to see him for the last time this year we went to Neway Karaoke for loads of crazy fun. Above shows the amount of food we took from the buffet table times 10. We are such gluttons and we couldn't even finish the food we took not because we weren't hungry but because the food sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SmLFMiKG3vI/AAAAAAAAAa0/JGM90ZpgBP4/s1600-h/IMG_4884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SmLFMiKG3vI/AAAAAAAAAa0/JGM90ZpgBP4/s320/IMG_4884.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360063325642612466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Karaoke is a great place where people like Alan who cannot sing get to sing their hearts our to the corniest Chinese songs available upon selection. I must say that Tee Loon had a good karaoke voice cause he could do low male voices and he could also sing high female voices e.g. Siti Nurhaliza Cintaku Bukan diatas Kertas. There were also times when I thought they would seriously bring the house down because they were shouting on top of their lungs as opposed to really singing and enjoying the music. Chau Moi had a decent voice too. She could do almost all the Ah Lien Chinese songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SmLFNKgmHSI/AAAAAAAAAbE/VMwIg4prlwo/s1600-h/IMG_4889.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/_bmuxSacW2oU/SmLFNKgmHSI/AAAAAAAAAbE/VMwIg4prlwo/s320/IMG_4889.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360063336474352930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(L-R) Me, Chau Moi, Tony, Tee Loon, and Jian Yu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SmLFM_-HfhI/AAAAAAAAAa8/h6JXp43Hrsc/s1600-h/IMG_4886.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/_bmuxSacW2oU/SmLFM_-HfhI/AAAAAAAAAa8/h6JXp43Hrsc/s320/IMG_4886.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360063333645385234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The picture above is not a product of photoshop. it was captured that way. Eerie in some sense yet it does look pretty. Below is how the picture is suppose to look like without the white mist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SmLFNeth3YI/AAAAAAAAAbM/TouRpPjaSnc/s1600-h/IMG_4888.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/_bmuxSacW2oU/SmLFNeth3YI/AAAAAAAAAbM/TouRpPjaSnc/s320/IMG_4888.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360063341897309570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First row (L-R): Su Anne, Kok Soon, Chau Moi, Me, Alan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Second Row (L-R) Tee Loon, Jian Yu, and Tony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A note to Kok Soon&lt;/span&gt;: Happy Belated Birthday. You are such a sport to be with. Always improving my Cantonese and making me laugh at your silly innocent ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A note to Alan&lt;/span&gt;: Bon Voyage. I know you will miss me terribly so make sure I get a bigger souvenir when you are done touring the States. But make sure that souvenir is not H1N1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3509039126390205463-2383098035772960215?l=pixiehong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/feeds/2383098035772960215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/07/alans-farewell-and-ah-soons-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/2383098035772960215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/2383098035772960215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/07/alans-farewell-and-ah-soons-birthday.html' title='Alan&apos;s Farewell and Ah Soon&apos;s Birthday Celebration'/><author><name>Privateblogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SmLFMNaAj2I/AAAAAAAAAas/uYJsqCu_3j8/s72-c/IMG_4883.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509039126390205463.post-7194392103330295501</id><published>2009-07-18T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T23:52:24.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interaction Week 2009</title><content type='html'>In short I-Week is the annual orientation program for the first year business juniors organized by the Business Club of U.M. Held on 17 and 18 August 2009, the I-Week helps the first years to understand their subjects better and get to know one another as well as their seniors. Before I retell what happened at I-Week I have to mention this conversation I had with my buddy Boon Chong who is in his 3rd and final year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BC: Hey. Are you coming &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BACK&lt;/span&gt; for I-Week?&lt;br /&gt;Pixie: Back??&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*I was stunned because this was the first time I had this word used on me. I usually go "back" to my hometown or go "back" to visit Pn. Julie (secondary school teacher) but this time reality finally hit me and I understood that I was no longer part of I-Week or whatever event that they would organize in the future. And few more years down the road, I would probably be an UNWANTED senior. Business Club as been an integral part of my 3 years in U.M. Do I really have to stay clear away from the juniors for *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;...Of course I'll come &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BACK&lt;/span&gt; for I-Week if you would have me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BC: Good see you there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;First Day....&lt;br /&gt;The theme was THE JOURNEY and I cannot put it better than the current president Kah Kin when he told the juniors that "Your journey in U.M. as just begun and we at the Business Club wish to go through this journey together and we'll make it a journey to remember."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SmK1ZMWIQ-I/AAAAAAAAAac/Rg5Pgbhbgb8/s1600-h/IMG_4874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SmK1ZMWIQ-I/AAAAAAAAAac/Rg5Pgbhbgb8/s320/IMG_4874.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360045950939710434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I arrived at 2 p.m. to catch the Stupid Debate Session. Just a debate where the most stupid lame and funny points win. Above picture are the first year juniors defending Superman in the debate of Superman vs. Spiderman. They said: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Superman is better cause he can fly, Spiderman only uses his web to climb buildings and after that the webs are left there for the MPPJ to clean up. Spiderman is creating trash and is not environmentally friendly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SmK1YDXYxhI/AAAAAAAAAaU/k7y3Xp-fNYI/s1600-h/IMG_4879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SmK1YDXYxhI/AAAAAAAAAaU/k7y3Xp-fNYI/s320/IMG_4879.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360045931349198354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the morning my buddy, Boon Chong gave a speech on specializing in marketing. He made a LOOOONG speech as usual. He takes after me in many ways. It is a good thing as my legacy continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SmK1XjDhEXI/AAAAAAAAAaM/pd6EcmesYlU/s1600-h/IMG_4880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SmK1XjDhEXI/AAAAAAAAAaM/pd6EcmesYlU/s320/IMG_4880.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360045922675921266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A picture with the final year seniors. With Boon Chong holding the tupperware of cookies I made for them to try. It's such a joy to see the juniors which myself and my batch of friends have cultivated. They have grown in maturity, in poise, and in height and weigth but most of all we have grown to care about each other more than just being seniors and juniors but good friends. Friends who care about each others exam results, each others food dislikes, each others tastes in the opposite sex and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SmK1XEIoNOI/AAAAAAAAAaE/J4sZ5gF8vSc/s1600-h/IMG_4881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SmK1XEIoNOI/AAAAAAAAAaE/J4sZ5gF8vSc/s320/IMG_4881.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360045914375861474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A must have picture of the day with 3 generations of buddies. The buddy system is no longer an exchange of text books between seniors and juniors. It is an exchange of friendship where it goes beyond the books, beyond the past year papers, beyond the surface to being involved in the lives of one another. There is no investment in the world with greater return than to invest in the lives of other people. (L-R) Me, Boon Chong, and Wan Jun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Night on the Second Day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SmKzxh91SXI/AAAAAAAAAZs/EBjVe_1MMps/s1600-h/IMG_4898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SmKzxh91SXI/AAAAAAAAAZs/EBjVe_1MMps/s320/IMG_4898.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360044170036988274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Also known as I-Nite, the first year juniors bring out their talents to create an advertisement to sell and promote an item that was assigned to them. Above are the juniors acting as a Rock Band playing air guitar. Below are juniors from another team acting as husband and wife checking list of names for National Service and finds their daughters' name in the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SmKzxT0ANlI/AAAAAAAAAZk/cmbYhUyrgH4/s1600-h/IMG_4899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SmKzxT0ANlI/AAAAAAAAAZk/cmbYhUyrgH4/s320/IMG_4899.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360044166237664850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SmK2CrUtiOI/AAAAAAAAAak/Nyvg_QtFJE8/s1600-h/IMG_4902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SmK2CrUtiOI/AAAAAAAAAak/Nyvg_QtFJE8/s320/IMG_4902.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360046663629900002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was introduced to the first year juniors of Team Super8 as they call themselves. I did not get a chance to address the juniors but if I did this is what I would have said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Some of you are here because you did not get the university which is close to your hometown. Some of you are here because you did not get your first choice which is Accounting. But I want to assure you that you are not here by mistake, you were placed in this University, in this Business course for a reason. And if you want to have a fullfilling 3 years you better figure out what they reason is. Your purpose and the goal for the next 3 years. Is it to study really hard and get all As? Is it to find your future husband? Mine was to ensure that my juniors always had the BEST. And the best way to bless my juniors was through the Business Club. I dedicated myself to organize functions and events that will equip them with the knowledge and skills necessary. And by doing, along the way I cultivated in myself employable skills making me an all rounded person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;The seond advice I can give you is participate actively in the all Business Club activities. You may have done STPM or Matriculation and scored really good but once you enter U.M. your slate is wiped clean. You can no longer take out the STPM results and say you are the nest student. In University, it is not about how high your CGPA is. At University, you are prepared for the working world. So for those of you who intend to always be on the Dean's List,don't think that you are the first to be employed. Because employers are looking for those who can speak out, who have confidence and who can solve problems creatively. These skills are not found in text books, they are found in the Business Club. Now you must be wondering how can be active and yet maintain my CGPA. It's very simple: study consistently i.e. complete your tutorials or read up the chapter after every lecture, befriend your lecturers as they give bias marks, and get responsible team mates for assignements. All in all be smart in your TIME MANAGEMENT. Grab opportunities, take the initiative to join competitions even outside of U.M. because 3 years is mighty short. Don't regret the things you did, only regret the things you did not do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Lastly, NETWORKING!! Those of you who know the importance of networking would approach me after this and take my email address. Networking does wonders and it helps you get through University with a breeze. You will always be ahead of the game when you have different group of friends in college, in business, in science and even with the faculty staff. But I must stress that you network not just because you want something from the other person, you network with sincerity especially with your seniors because you will need them one day and seniors bear in mind you need your juniors too. My best girlfriends till these very day are my seniors from U.M. and my closest buddies are the committee of the Business Club. Follow my 3 golden rules and University will be the best 3 years of your lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3509039126390205463-7194392103330295501?l=pixiehong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/feeds/7194392103330295501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/07/interaction-week-2009.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/7194392103330295501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/7194392103330295501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/07/interaction-week-2009.html' title='Interaction Week 2009'/><author><name>Privateblogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SmK1ZMWIQ-I/AAAAAAAAAac/Rg5Pgbhbgb8/s72-c/IMG_4874.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509039126390205463.post-2273174882528790557</id><published>2009-07-11T21:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T22:17:07.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roomies Outing</title><content type='html'>The first roomies gathering after 3 years. In a way to commemorate our graduation and also to celebrate the long lasting friendship plus a last minute planned early birthday celebration for Melisa.&lt;br /&gt;The place: Sutra Thai Restaurant, The Curve, Mutiara Damansara. As depicted in the picture below, a lovely decorated restaurant with Buddhas on the walls. Dimly lit gives it a relaxing ambience and slightly romantic too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SllvsanksVI/AAAAAAAAAZU/Btd5oUX8vtc/s1600-h/IMG_3496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SllvsanksVI/AAAAAAAAAZU/Btd5oUX8vtc/s320/IMG_3496.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357436040584147282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We ordered a set lunch which included Chicken Soup which was very creamy and thus filling our tummies very quickly. The food tickled our taste buds and we enjoyed a scrumptious lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SllvsIc4SjI/AAAAAAAAAZM/b8OkADm0q5w/s1600-h/IMG_3499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SllvsIc4SjI/AAAAAAAAAZM/b8OkADm0q5w/s320/IMG_3499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357436035707456050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SllvroIsrwI/AAAAAAAAAZE/82wnKGtZweQ/s1600-h/IMG_3506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SllvroIsrwI/AAAAAAAAAZE/82wnKGtZweQ/s320/IMG_3506.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357436027032874754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The main course in the set lunch included some really good tasting side dishes i.e. stir fried vege, chicken kaffir and fish fillets. While dining we spoke of marriage as Melisa and Sook Yeen are attached. Melisa has bought a house while Sook Yeen is still searching. Then we discussed anout their future in-laws. We also brought up the subject of how many tables should we anticipate for the wedding dinner. And I believe all these will come to pass the the next few years. All I know that I've to be the "Ji Mui" when it happens. Though I am not attached but it certainly is exciting planning the perfect dream wedding with your roomies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SllvrZisS3I/AAAAAAAAAY8/dXkdljJIxB0/s1600-h/IMG_3516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SllvrZisS3I/AAAAAAAAAY8/dXkdljJIxB0/s320/IMG_3516.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357436023115369330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mel Mel looking happy and surprised with her unexpected birthday cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SllvqsS4VgI/AAAAAAAAAY0/jOgfBYID2qw/s1600-h/IMG_3518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SllvqsS4VgI/AAAAAAAAAY0/jOgfBYID2qw/s320/IMG_3518.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357436010969454082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;L-R) Me, Melisa and Sook Yeen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The only room mates I'll ever have in this life time. and it all began at First College, U.M.&lt;br /&gt;Roomies for a year makes us roomies for life.&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/3509039126390205463-2273174882528790557?l=pixiehong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/feeds/2273174882528790557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/07/roomies-outing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/2273174882528790557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/2273174882528790557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/07/roomies-outing.html' title='Roomies Outing'/><author><name>Privateblogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SllvsanksVI/AAAAAAAAAZU/Btd5oUX8vtc/s72-c/IMG_3496.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509039126390205463.post-1662942229875236088</id><published>2009-07-09T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T00:30:52.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baking Day.</title><content type='html'>Promised Tuck Soon I baked him a birthday cake but since I had to travel to Ampang to meet him I think a cake is just too clumsy. So cookies it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SlWYsasDWkI/AAAAAAAAAYc/CvHvV_YjMaQ/s1600-h/IMG_4868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SlWYsasDWkI/AAAAAAAAAYc/CvHvV_YjMaQ/s320/IMG_4868.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356355220672830018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The cookie batter rolled out and placed in baking trays. Grandma and I rolled them out into little circles and my brother Leon sprinkled sugar on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SlWYslT-vgI/AAAAAAAAAYk/Geajn8ctdhU/s1600-h/IMG_4870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SlWYslT-vgI/AAAAAAAAAYk/Geajn8ctdhU/s320/IMG_4870.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356355223524654594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Into the oven. 20 year old oven. No way of setting temperature. So we had to constantly check on the cookies to make sure they don't burn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SlWaZPOUPuI/AAAAAAAAAYs/H_YHF-LzgwA/s1600-h/IMG_4872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SlWaZPOUPuI/AAAAAAAAAYs/H_YHF-LzgwA/s320/IMG_4872.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356357090201059042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All nicely packed ready for Tuck Soon. Behind is the 20 year old mixer I used to cream the butter, mix the flour with the butter and wa la... Butter Cookies with White Chocolate. Yum&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/3509039126390205463-1662942229875236088?l=pixiehong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/feeds/1662942229875236088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/07/baking-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/1662942229875236088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/1662942229875236088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/07/baking-day.html' title='Baking Day.'/><author><name>Privateblogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SlWYsasDWkI/AAAAAAAAAYc/CvHvV_YjMaQ/s72-c/IMG_4868.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509039126390205463.post-5323356872161763506</id><published>2009-07-08T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T00:11:44.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini Collections</title><content type='html'>I adore these mini items of mine. They are so cute and that's why I don't use them. They serve a decorative purpose.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SlWU_gUFcEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/WrEdhX28bcg/s1600-h/IMG_4863.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/_bmuxSacW2oU/SlWU_gUFcEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/WrEdhX28bcg/s320/IMG_4863.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356351150553919554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The above picture features cream and liquid items. Most of them I got as free samples. I particularly collected many samples from Loreal Brandstorm. (L-R)&lt;br /&gt;1. Body Shop White Musk Satin Lotion&lt;br /&gt;2. Vichy Anti Imperfection Hydrating Care (so tiny I think one squeeze and everything comes out)&lt;br /&gt;3. Vichy Norma-Derm Deep Cleansing Gel&lt;br /&gt;4. Garnier Pure A&lt;br /&gt;5. Garnier Pure&lt;br /&gt;6. Loreal Professional Techni Art&lt;br /&gt;7. Two Girls Living Rose Cream (center) I bought it from Hong Kong, not quite sure what it's for. But Two Girls is a famous brand in Hong Kong, they have been around for decades, they even sell their items through a vending machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SlWUulj25iI/AAAAAAAAAYM/JCLAMAggcTQ/s1600-h/IMG_4855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SlWUulj25iI/AAAAAAAAAYM/JCLAMAggcTQ/s320/IMG_4855.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356350859904476706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This next picture are the mini fragrances. (L-R)&lt;br /&gt;1. Body Shop White Musk EDT (21st birthday present)&lt;br /&gt;2. Flower by Kenzo which I bought from Sasa in Hong Kong. It doesn't smell very nice. Being the top 3 fragrance in the world I expected it to be better. Nevertheles the bottle is pretty.&lt;br /&gt;3. Hypnose by Lancome also from Sasa in H.K. It looks exactly like the real 100ml Hypnose bottle. They sell samples of everything in H.K. You can find SK II samples as well.&lt;br /&gt;4. Elizabeth Arden 5th Avenue was given by my aunt because she's a frequent customer and she gets free stuff.&lt;br /&gt;5. Florida Water by Two Girls which I bought in H.K. Apparently it is used as a perfume as well to repel mosquitos.&lt;br /&gt;6. Elizabeth Arden Splendor. I think the nicest smelling fragrance I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to go back to H.K. and collect more mini stuff. But I must say my vanity table is running out of space. Well I'll just buy a bigger table.&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/3509039126390205463-5323356872161763506?l=pixiehong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/feeds/5323356872161763506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/07/mini-collections.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/5323356872161763506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/5323356872161763506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/07/mini-collections.html' title='Mini Collections'/><author><name>Privateblogger</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/_bmuxSacW2oU/SlWU_gUFcEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/WrEdhX28bcg/s72-c/IMG_4863.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509039126390205463.post-2604277216093271620</id><published>2009-07-05T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T09:49:31.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Xcezzories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SlDU7oCs60I/AAAAAAAAAYE/tQE1btd2Gso/s1600-h/IMG_4838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SlDU7oCs60I/AAAAAAAAAYE/tQE1btd2Gso/s320/IMG_4838.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355014077769640770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was doing some spring cleaning so I thought I show you an inventory of my accessories. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Above all my foot ware&lt;/span&gt;. I've 15 pairs not including flip flops and casual sandals. Matching shoes to your outfit is important. You don't want them to stick out like a sore thumb instead it should compliment and accentuate your legs.  Most of the shoes are from Vincci. But my latest favorite is the brand Elements. There's one at the Curve, go check it out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SlDU7fVNwnI/AAAAAAAAAX8/KkCULEZYst8/s1600-h/IMG_4836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SlDU7fVNwnI/AAAAAAAAAX8/KkCULEZYst8/s320/IMG_4836.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355014075431371378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hair accessories&lt;/span&gt;. My English teacher Pn. Harminder once asked me to untie my pony tail in class. A little frightened I obeyed. Then she said "Nice hair. You should get some nice clips and hair bands" Guess what I took her advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SlDSUxfQVZI/AAAAAAAAAX0/KDka91eRz_w/s1600-h/IMG_4828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SlDSUxfQVZI/AAAAAAAAAX0/KDka91eRz_w/s320/IMG_4828.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355011211267167634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Big bags, tote, clutch, and etc. I can never have enough. Wondering what to get me for my birthday?  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A BAG!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SlDSUq1hupI/AAAAAAAAAXs/OgbUHUosSug/s1600-h/IMG_4819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SlDSUq1hupI/AAAAAAAAAXs/OgbUHUosSug/s320/IMG_4819.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355011209481534098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Necklaces&lt;/span&gt;. Need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SlDSUR5NUTI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KLGCtGQ8XTU/s1600-h/IMG_4817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SlDSUR5NUTI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KLGCtGQ8XTU/s320/IMG_4817.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355011202786087218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ear rings.&lt;/span&gt; I just bought the ear ring holder today at the Curve flea market for RM9. On second thought, I should have bargained for RM8. It holds them really nicely. Wouldn't mind another holder, I have many more stud ear rings in a box that deserves to be displayed too. I think I have enough ear rings to open a stall at the flea market too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SlDSTmAAjiI/AAAAAAAAAXU/D3fa5X4a8_w/s1600-h/IMG_4813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SlDSTmAAjiI/AAAAAAAAAXU/D3fa5X4a8_w/s320/IMG_4813.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355011191003450914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I made this jewellery box for my Kemahiran Hidup (Living Skills) project in Form 3 and I'm still using it. I took the contents (below) out and gave it a wipe, just like new :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SlDSTyS5npI/AAAAAAAAAXc/yDF83zgpcJo/s1600-h/IMG_4814.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/_bmuxSacW2oU/SlDSTyS5npI/AAAAAAAAAXc/yDF83zgpcJo/s320/IMG_4814.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355011194303913618" 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/3509039126390205463-2604277216093271620?l=pixiehong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/feeds/2604277216093271620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/07/xcezzories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/2604277216093271620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/2604277216093271620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/07/xcezzories.html' title='Xcezzories'/><author><name>Privateblogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SlDU7oCs60I/AAAAAAAAAYE/tQE1btd2Gso/s72-c/IMG_4838.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509039126390205463.post-1856710028846890732</id><published>2009-07-05T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T09:04:16.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loreal Warehouse Sale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SlDLgnlDBzI/AAAAAAAAAXM/RFYwIEjavXU/s1600-h/IMG_4824%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SlDLgnlDBzI/AAAAAAAAAXM/RFYwIEjavXU/s320/IMG_4824%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355003718184142642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to show off my gains from the Loreal Warehouse Sale (24-26 June 2009)&lt;br /&gt;Everything was discounted bout 50% and above. It was a great steal.&lt;br /&gt;Just imagine if you've bought all the cosmetics, skin care and hair care at retail price, how high would Loreal's profit margin be? So I always look forward for warehouse sales because you truly get value for your money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loreal's warehouse sales was great. Like always they out-do themselves. They  had a DJ come in to play songs and announce special promos. And they had great choices. E.g. Maybelline Eye Studio had all the colors from Water Lily to Winter Iris. You name it, there is a color for every lady. And they were not expired products. Most of them were produced late last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I bought (L-R) Elseve Hair Mask, Elseve Hot Curl Spray, 2 Maybelline Unstoppable Mascara, Maybelline High Sky Curves Mascara, 2 Loreal Glam Shine, and Elseve Serum. All for RM94. I couldn't believe the amount I spent. But I had to get those 2 mascaras and lip gloss because they were super CHEAP! At least I will have enough mascara and lip gloss till next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3509039126390205463-1856710028846890732?l=pixiehong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/feeds/1856710028846890732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/07/loreal-warehouse-sale.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/1856710028846890732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/1856710028846890732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/07/loreal-warehouse-sale.html' title='Loreal Warehouse Sale'/><author><name>Privateblogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SlDLgnlDBzI/AAAAAAAAAXM/RFYwIEjavXU/s72-c/IMG_4824%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509039126390205463.post-851572184004701945</id><published>2009-06-30T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T03:21:31.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kay Tze goes to Varisity a.k.a. My 2nd graduation Trip</title><content type='html'>Kay Tze was offered International Finance at University Malaysia Sabah (lovingly known  as UMS). After much struggle, she decided to give it a shot. Grandma and Mother were more emotional than her about moving far away from home. For me, it was my second graduation trip at the very same place but with a twist. I experienced a whole different side to Sabah, it's fantastic that one place can have more than one thing to offer tourists like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SknefH7lMDI/AAAAAAAAAWk/mpEG3S0yA9o/s1600-h/IMG_4742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SknefH7lMDI/AAAAAAAAAWk/mpEG3S0yA9o/s320/IMG_4742.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353054258392805426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Waterfront&lt;/span&gt; is one of the main attractions at the small buzzing town of Kota Kinabalu. Similar to Singapore's Clarke Quay where bars and pubs line the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SknefdLrHCI/AAAAAAAAAWs/oy30PZ16xBU/s1600-h/IMG_4750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SknefdLrHCI/AAAAAAAAAWs/oy30PZ16xBU/s320/IMG_4750.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353054264097446946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A wonderful treat. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reflexology&lt;/span&gt; while facing the ocean and feeling the breeze on your face.&lt;br /&gt;The guy &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;doing&lt;/span&gt; my mom is from the Phillipines. He's been here 5 months and he speaks B.M. like a local.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SknefvGZUsI/AAAAAAAAAW0/HNG_OBneoBE/s1600-h/IMG_4753.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/_bmuxSacW2oU/SknefvGZUsI/AAAAAAAAAW0/HNG_OBneoBE/s320/IMG_4753.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353054268907147970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cooling off with a large coconut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SknegHJ9AGI/AAAAAAAAAW8/ELWCuwYz9h4/s1600-h/IMG_4755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SknegHJ9AGI/AAAAAAAAAW8/ELWCuwYz9h4/s320/IMG_4755.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353054275364520034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Watched Transformers 2 at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GSC Complex&lt;/span&gt; in K.K. town. It was like the old Cathay Cinema or Ruby Theather. RM 6 per person, really cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SknegZ88B9I/AAAAAAAAAXE/-awr8h3dd0A/s1600-h/IMG_4758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SknegZ88B9I/AAAAAAAAAXE/-awr8h3dd0A/s320/IMG_4758.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353054280410204114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seafood galore&lt;/span&gt;. No point eating seafood in Sabah. We get the same good tasting seafood in P.J. for less. But of course Sabah has more choices and some interesting shell fish that we don't get in P.J.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Skndf8Zz7FI/AAAAAAAAAV8/XCH5QOSJ1oc/s1600-h/IMG_4768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Skndf8Zz7FI/AAAAAAAAAV8/XCH5QOSJ1oc/s320/IMG_4768.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353053172966616146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meet up with old time buddy Peik Yoke. She took us to eat noodles that were made out of fish meat. Like the ones you get in a steamboat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Skndg5V4TKI/AAAAAAAAAWc/EPro5KQnNKs/s1600-h/IMG_4787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Skndg5V4TKI/AAAAAAAAAWc/EPro5KQnNKs/s320/IMG_4787.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353053189324688546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lokan Panggang&lt;/span&gt; is the name of the mussle/lala/see ham that Peik Yoke is eating. Only available from May till August and it is marinated with a special sauce and then barbequed to perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Skndgj1XwkI/AAAAAAAAAWU/TYEazHy_SrQ/s1600-h/IMG_4786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Skndgj1XwkI/AAAAAAAAAWU/TYEazHy_SrQ/s320/IMG_4786.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353053183551193666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More coconut. Peik Yoke's recommendation of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kelapa Bakar&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kelapa Pudding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Skncq55V4zI/AAAAAAAAAV0/YSbyoY_pIWk/s1600-h/IMG_4789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Skncq55V4zI/AAAAAAAAAV0/YSbyoY_pIWk/s320/IMG_4789.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353052261760492338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fresh Crocodile Eggs&lt;/span&gt;. Apparently delicious poached, scrambled or sunny side up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sknb0_qVoNI/AAAAAAAAAVc/zbbrSHiSSo8/s1600-h/IMG_4808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sknb0_qVoNI/AAAAAAAAAVc/zbbrSHiSSo8/s320/IMG_4808.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353051335595237586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Crocodile show&lt;/span&gt;. I'm glad the stuntmen did not share the same fate as Steve Irwin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sknb0p0rvnI/AAAAAAAAAVU/HBzxPFDJU0E/s1600-h/IMG_4803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sknb0p0rvnI/AAAAAAAAAVU/HBzxPFDJU0E/s320/IMG_4803.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353051329733049970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the many big old crocodiles at the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Croc Farm&lt;/span&gt;. They are just so cute. Hard scales on the back but with a cool and soft belly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sknb0ZSYv1I/AAAAAAAAAVM/JziTQjnMCTQ/s1600-h/IMG_4800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sknb0ZSYv1I/AAAAAAAAAVM/JziTQjnMCTQ/s320/IMG_4800.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353051325294231378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bamboo house&lt;/span&gt; that has a bamboo bridge at the Croc Farm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sknb0PZcUuI/AAAAAAAAAVE/in_3r-jo_zE/s1600-h/IMG_4795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sknb0PZcUuI/AAAAAAAAAVE/in_3r-jo_zE/s320/IMG_4795.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353051322639471330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Koi Pond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Skndga96BYI/AAAAAAAAAWM/Pl2sQG4lHp4/s1600-h/IMG_4770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Skndga96BYI/AAAAAAAAAWM/Pl2sQG4lHp4/s320/IMG_4770.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353053181171074434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kay Tze stopping to inspect the Sabah beach before going to UMS for her registration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Skna0ElUchI/AAAAAAAAAU0/b5ZvPJ4l8rw/s1600-h/IMG_4784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Skna0ElUchI/AAAAAAAAAU0/b5ZvPJ4l8rw/s320/IMG_4784.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353050220224868882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UMS Chancellor Hall&lt;/span&gt;. It is 5 times larger than U.M. And it looks like a grand ballroom. It also has a large area right outside where juniors can wait for their seniors and cheer for them and throw them in the air. Unlike in U.M. where there's space constraint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sknaz3XWZCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/hLhKGrrd0bE/s1600-h/IMG_4782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sknaz3XWZCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/hLhKGrrd0bE/s320/IMG_4782.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353050216676615202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A beautiful walkway with palm trees. One of the many picturesque places in UMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SknazomxS7I/AAAAAAAAAUk/ky3vnjhYItY/s1600-h/IMG_4779.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/_bmuxSacW2oU/SknazomxS7I/AAAAAAAAAUk/ky3vnjhYItY/s320/IMG_4779.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353050212714761138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UMS stadium&lt;/span&gt;. Majestic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SknazQLBD3I/AAAAAAAAAUc/TXEAyPfcpAA/s1600-h/IMG_4773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SknazQLBD3I/AAAAAAAAAUc/TXEAyPfcpAA/s320/IMG_4773.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353050206155902834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kay Tze finalizing her reigistration. It was super hot that day and she was required to wear formal. What's the rationale in that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SknazI2068I/AAAAAAAAAUU/kqy7alOIjVI/s1600-h/IMG_4774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SknazI2068I/AAAAAAAAAUU/kqy7alOIjVI/s320/IMG_4774.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353050204192172994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mission accomplished. We managed to register Kay Tze without any problem and settled her into her room. The hostels look like resort apartments on the outside but I think the rooms worst than 1st college in U.M. Bye Bye Kay Tze. Don't miss me.&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/3509039126390205463-851572184004701945?l=pixiehong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/feeds/851572184004701945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/06/kay-tze-goes-to-varisity-aka-my-2nd.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/851572184004701945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/851572184004701945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/06/kay-tze-goes-to-varisity-aka-my-2nd.html' title='Kay Tze goes to Varisity a.k.a. My 2nd graduation Trip'/><author><name>Privateblogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SknefH7lMDI/AAAAAAAAAWk/mpEG3S0yA9o/s72-c/IMG_4742.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509039126390205463.post-2242320611049103286</id><published>2009-06-20T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T11:31:07.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding No.1: Seremban</title><content type='html'>This is the first post of many posts about weddings.&lt;br /&gt;There are at least 3 weddings that I am invited for and I'm sure there are more to come.&lt;br /&gt;It is the time of my life where weddings are the norm.&lt;br /&gt;In a few more years, baby showers will be the most frequent party that I attend.&lt;br /&gt;And when I am 80, well everyone knows what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I attended my second cousins wedding dinner. Cousins (plural), 2 sisters and a brother had their wedding dinner together.&lt;br /&gt;I have never met them before. Neither have I met their spouses. The sisters married a British and a French dude. The brother married a Chinese girl (to the parents' satisfaction) but who looks like a Cambodian/Vietnamese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding dinner was very very simple. For once I felt overdressed, and I seldom did. They were actually married in Singapore where they are residing. So it was more like a gathering of family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sj0kmlp0KEI/AAAAAAAAAUE/hcJlMDWDvUw/s1600-h/IMG_4719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sj0kmlp0KEI/AAAAAAAAAUE/hcJlMDWDvUw/s320/IMG_4719.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349472177747142722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The dinner was at Regent Restaurant, Seremban. And the food was fantastic. Much better than many posh wedding dinners that I've been too. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above: Green Dragon Vegetable&lt;/span&gt;. It looks like spring onions. The texture is the same too. But it doesn't taste like spring onions. It was the first time I ever had this dish at a wedding dinner. The table next to mine didn't even touch it, some people can handle it some people can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Below: Hot and Cold plate. &lt;/span&gt;I especially love the kebab. One mushroom, capsicum, mussels,onion, and a carrot on a stick. Yum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sj0kmWmHVDI/AAAAAAAAAT8/6fovxmbYS4Q/s1600-h/IMG_4716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sj0kmWmHVDI/AAAAAAAAAT8/6fovxmbYS4Q/s320/IMG_4716.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349472173705090098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sj0kmATNCZI/AAAAAAAAAT0/s5DH_AOC5d0/s1600-h/IMG_4718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sj0kmATNCZI/AAAAAAAAAT0/s5DH_AOC5d0/s320/IMG_4718.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349472167720192402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Picture with the bride and groom. The bride had the same shawl as me. I had to remove it. I thought she should be the special one. No one should share her night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sj0klit0aaI/AAAAAAAAATs/_9lRVShcUb8/s1600-h/IMG_4708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sj0klit0aaI/AAAAAAAAATs/_9lRVShcUb8/s320/IMG_4708.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349472159778761122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Picture with the other bride and groom. I can't recall the names but I can tell you that the British guy is married to the lady in the between my aunt(green outfit) and mom (red top)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sj0oQ-LHLaI/AAAAAAAAAUM/0P4nO_7DIXc/s1600-h/IMG_4710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sj0oQ-LHLaI/AAAAAAAAAUM/0P4nO_7DIXc/s320/IMG_4710.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349476204418641314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Picture with the final couple: The lady in printed dress and the French guy in white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sj0kldkvTwI/AAAAAAAAATk/DLaTIeADraU/s1600-h/IMG_4707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sj0kldkvTwI/AAAAAAAAATk/DLaTIeADraU/s320/IMG_4707.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349472158398500610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Picture with immediate cousins. (L-R) Me, LeOn, Kay Tze, May Wan, and May Guan.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for the next wedding.&lt;br /&gt;See you in July Singapore!!&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/3509039126390205463-2242320611049103286?l=pixiehong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/feeds/2242320611049103286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/06/wedding-no1-seremban.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/2242320611049103286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/2242320611049103286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/06/wedding-no1-seremban.html' title='Wedding No.1: Seremban'/><author><name>Privateblogger</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/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sj0kmlp0KEI/AAAAAAAAAUE/hcJlMDWDvUw/s72-c/IMG_4719.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509039126390205463.post-6425681181599587196</id><published>2009-06-14T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T07:56:41.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jane's 24th Birthday</title><content type='html'>Another girlfriend's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;This birthday celebration feels good cause Jane's older so I feel young.&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner at Little Vietnam, Mid Valley. Apparently, the spicy beef noodles are not bad. Reasonably priced and the place is not too shabby either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SjUM8R5G8lI/AAAAAAAAATc/_Ovolg7SH6w/s1600-h/IMG_4687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SjUM8R5G8lI/AAAAAAAAATc/_Ovolg7SH6w/s320/IMG_4687.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347194362306949714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jane meddling with ther Mocha Walnut Cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SjUM8AuobRI/AAAAAAAAATU/IeyntwqcCks/s1600-h/IMG_4689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SjUM8AuobRI/AAAAAAAAATU/IeyntwqcCks/s320/IMG_4689.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347194357699603730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(L-R) Katrina, PikTze, Jane, Adele&lt;br /&gt;The manila card that Jane wears says:&lt;br /&gt;Turning 24!&lt;br /&gt;24 times Single and more ready to Mingle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SjUM79H7jMI/AAAAAAAAATM/dZkSiti9VpI/s1600-h/IMG_4692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SjUM79H7jMI/AAAAAAAAATM/dZkSiti9VpI/s320/IMG_4692.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347194356731972802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jane parading Mid Valley with her Name Tag. (I made it by the way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SjUM7ifgQ-I/AAAAAAAAATE/r-LRaD6eQFM/s1600-h/IMG_4694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SjUM7ifgQ-I/AAAAAAAAATE/r-LRaD6eQFM/s320/IMG_4694.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347194349583090658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Modeling with her birthday present a brand new bag for work.&lt;br /&gt;There were at least 20 eyes staring at her when we took this picture.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you had a great laugh Jane.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday!!&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/3509039126390205463-6425681181599587196?l=pixiehong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/feeds/6425681181599587196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/06/janes-24th-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/6425681181599587196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/6425681181599587196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/06/janes-24th-birthday.html' title='Jane&apos;s 24th Birthday'/><author><name>Privateblogger</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/_bmuxSacW2oU/SjUM8R5G8lI/AAAAAAAAATc/_Ovolg7SH6w/s72-c/IMG_4687.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509039126390205463.post-6016973248400060806</id><published>2009-05-31T07:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T09:17:28.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>P&amp;G ASEAN Business Challenge Participants' Gathering</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v3776/202/14/543198142/n543198142_1758424_4759751.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 231px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v3776/202/14/543198142/n543198142_1758424_4759751.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The newly established team at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunway Resort and Hotel&lt;/span&gt;. I've never met a more debatable team ever. Everyone with something to say till I had to raise my hand to speak. But I learned so much more about POLC and especially myself.&lt;br /&gt;(L-R) Lily, Moses , Adeline (Pretty Mentor), Me, Erwin, David  and Crystal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v3776/202/14/543198142/n543198142_1758390_6034148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 229px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v3776/202/14/543198142/n543198142_1758390_6034148.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the room after a long gruesome group discussion. The paint document says &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Pantene makes us crazy"&lt;/span&gt; There came a point where I truly thought the competition really drove us up the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v3776/202/14/543198142/n543198142_1758391_7802505.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 228px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v3776/202/14/543198142/n543198142_1758391_7802505.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Team Red One&lt;/span&gt;. P&amp;amp;G ASEAN Business Challenge 2009 was a 4 day challenge were we had to promote and sell Pantene porducts. Winner had the highest sales, lowest left over inventory, and most creative presentation. In our uniforms and our tagline &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Miracles do Happen"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v4728/115/75/544331166/n544331166_2354158_6657439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 227px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v4728/115/75/544331166/n544331166_2354158_6657439.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2 months after the competition, the participants gather again at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Madam Kwan's&lt;/span&gt; Midvalley.&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how I feel so connected to them although I've only known them for 4 days, even so we did not have much time to mingle as our heads were in the competition. Yet it was good to see everyone again. People that provide the warmth of family, people that you feel you've known for ages.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3509039126390205463-6016973248400060806?l=pixiehong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/feeds/6016973248400060806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/05/p-asean-business-challenge-participants.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/6016973248400060806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/6016973248400060806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/05/p-asean-business-challenge-participants.html' title='P&amp;G ASEAN Business Challenge Participants&apos; Gathering'/><author><name>Privateblogger</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-3509039126390205463.post-5438743716323279017</id><published>2009-05-31T07:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T07:49:06.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girlie Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SiKYQrzukQI/AAAAAAAAASk/JgKSM7eTuzg/s1600-h/SL377551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SiKYQrzukQI/AAAAAAAAASk/JgKSM7eTuzg/s320/SL377551.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341999520419844354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The interior of Garden Cafe with my besties.&lt;br /&gt;(L-R) Melisa, Kimmy, Pixie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SiKYQASk0cI/AAAAAAAAASU/DMhN2y0gAGo/s1600-h/IMG_3146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SiKYQASk0cI/AAAAAAAAASU/DMhN2y0gAGo/s320/IMG_3146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341999508738068930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melisa and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SiKYQSXYxFI/AAAAAAAAASc/d4jNkhZS-1I/s1600-h/IMG_3153%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SiKYQSXYxFI/AAAAAAAAASc/d4jNkhZS-1I/s320/IMG_3153%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341999513590088786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We saw a picture opportunity in the toilet...and we seized it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One Monday, I forgot the date because it was soooo long ago.&lt;br /&gt;Melisa, Kimmy and I had a girlie day together. No boys!!&lt;br /&gt;Although we were expecting Kim's boyfriend to show up because I've not met him personally.&lt;br /&gt;We had lunch at the Garden Cafe, 1 Utama. With good food and a cozy place, the gossips just flows better.&lt;br /&gt;After i hearty lunch it was off to Cats Whiskers at Damanasara Perdana. What's a girlie outing without shopping? Each of us had a something to take home.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for our next girlie day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SiKUsKAlg4I/AAAAAAAAASM/x68QNGs379g/s1600-h/SL377543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SiKUsKAlg4I/AAAAAAAAASM/x68QNGs379g/s320/SL377543.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341995594336797570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Appetizer:&lt;/span&gt; Watercrest Soup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SiKUr3qIK4I/AAAAAAAAASE/_Xl-XzvwQJA/s1600-h/SL377548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SiKUr3qIK4I/AAAAAAAAASE/_Xl-XzvwQJA/s320/SL377548.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341995589410761602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maincourse1&lt;/span&gt;: Spicy Shrimp Pasta (there's an Italian name for it but I forgot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SiKUrrmUpqI/AAAAAAAAAR8/NtzaEwFaa04/s1600-h/IMG_3144.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/_bmuxSacW2oU/SiKUrrmUpqI/AAAAAAAAAR8/NtzaEwFaa04/s320/IMG_3144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341995586173576866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maincourse2&lt;/span&gt;: Spaghetti Carbonara&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/3509039126390205463-5438743716323279017?l=pixiehong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/feeds/5438743716323279017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/05/girlie-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/5438743716323279017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/5438743716323279017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/05/girlie-day.html' title='Girlie Day'/><author><name>Privateblogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SiKYQrzukQI/AAAAAAAAASk/JgKSM7eTuzg/s72-c/SL377551.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509039126390205463.post-625324681088162318</id><published>2009-05-22T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T04:05:29.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Graduation Trip to Sabah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Besides a convocation to signify the end of my tertiary education. Another thing that is a must is THE GRADUATION TRIP. Now sadly, I could not have one with my course mates but thankfully I have a great bunch of seniors. Adele got us to stay at Sutra Harbour Resort. Katrina made the flight bookings. Jane drove around the city. And Dawn hooked us up at one of the happening clubs in Sabah. I just laid back and enjoyed myself. So the story at Sabah goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/ShZ5tSUQekI/AAAAAAAAARU/NM1G-ZruzEc/s1600-h/IMG_4634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/ShZ5tSUQekI/AAAAAAAAARU/NM1G-ZruzEc/s320/IMG_4634.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338588227212180034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lunch in town: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mee Goreng Tuaran&lt;/span&gt; a special in Sabah. Could not find any to bring home though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/ShZ5tJJXKWI/AAAAAAAAARM/W_M6MobvEUs/s1600-h/IMG_4639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/ShZ5tJJXKWI/AAAAAAAAARM/W_M6MobvEUs/s320/IMG_4639.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338588224750561634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Coconut Street&lt;/span&gt;: The street only sells coconut water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/ShZ4dHpj1VI/AAAAAAAAARE/ruSoDu_PJYU/s1600-h/IMG_4642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/ShZ4dHpj1VI/AAAAAAAAARE/ruSoDu_PJYU/s320/IMG_4642.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338586849959204178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A market dedicated to sell &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;salted fish&lt;/span&gt;. The stench can be smelt from miles. Taking this picture was difficult too because of the smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/ShZ4c4QhghI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/H0zrl5J10_M/s1600-h/IMG_4659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/ShZ4c4QhghI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/H0zrl5J10_M/s320/IMG_4659.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338586845827662354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day: Boat ride from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jesselton Port&lt;/span&gt; to Mamutik and Mamukan Island for snorkelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/ShZ4cyfHd5I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/ZPKFu6hotsk/s1600-h/IMG_4666.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/_bmuxSacW2oU/ShZ4cyfHd5I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/ZPKFu6hotsk/s320/IMG_4666.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338586844278257554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fishes at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Manukan Island&lt;/span&gt;. They fishes were huge, larger than the ones I saw in Perhentian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/ShaETq6vjTI/AAAAAAAAARk/eygdxSFejC8/s1600-h/IMG_4664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/ShaETq6vjTI/AAAAAAAAARk/eygdxSFejC8/s320/IMG_4664.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338599881767357746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The view of the Manukan Island Jetty from the beach. Also where I got my sun burn and insect bites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/ShZ4cqmiUSI/AAAAAAAAAQs/cIv6ORk-n0Y/s1600-h/IMG_4671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/ShZ4cqmiUSI/AAAAAAAAAQs/cIv6ORk-n0Y/s320/IMG_4671.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338586842161893666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Striking a pose at the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Manukan Island Jetty&lt;/span&gt; while waiting for our boat ride back to Jesselton Port. (L-R) ZieWei, Katrina, Adele, Jane and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/ShaETzGM9SI/AAAAAAAAAR0/4mOPzTgdMww/s1600-h/IMG_4673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/ShaETzGM9SI/AAAAAAAAAR0/4mOPzTgdMww/s320/IMG_4673.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338599883962905890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The view of Mount Kinabalu from the boat. Well at least I think its the mountain. The peak disappears into the clouds. How majestic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/ShZ4caLRXQI/AAAAAAAAAQk/lRwp_oll5Ok/s1600-h/IMG_4679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/ShZ4caLRXQI/AAAAAAAAAQk/lRwp_oll5Ok/s320/IMG_4679.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338586837752569090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At Sutra Harbour Resort. Excellent Services. 5 Star is really different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/ShaET_x7UYI/AAAAAAAAARs/tiFZcWfQIO0/s1600-h/IMG_4681.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/_bmuxSacW2oU/ShaET_x7UYI/AAAAAAAAARs/tiFZcWfQIO0/s320/IMG_4681.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338599887367524738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sigh. The trip was too short. How i wish it were 4 or 5 days.  Nevertheless, it was an amazing holiday and I have the sunburns to prove it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3509039126390205463-625324681088162318?l=pixiehong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/feeds/625324681088162318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-graduation-trip-to-sabah.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/625324681088162318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/625324681088162318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-graduation-trip-to-sabah.html' title='My Graduation Trip to Sabah'/><author><name>Privateblogger</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/_bmuxSacW2oU/ShZ5tSUQekI/AAAAAAAAARU/NM1G-ZruzEc/s72-c/IMG_4634.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509039126390205463.post-3300510414049395638</id><published>2009-05-14T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T06:01:23.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loreal Brandstorm National Finals 2009</title><content type='html'>The Loreal Brandstorm Competition has caught the attention of many students, lecturers, the media and etc. I was attracted to the fantastic prize which it offers. An all expense paid trip to Paris for the International Finals.&lt;br /&gt;After a gruesome and challenging time of analyzing, preparing and presenting my team, Crowning Paramount, made it to the semi-finals but that was as far as we could go.&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, U.M. had a team represented at the finals and here are some pictures to tell the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SgwTh8ryF0I/AAAAAAAAAP8/sLhfGWNS9O4/s1600-h/IMG_0053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SgwTh8ryF0I/AAAAAAAAAP8/sLhfGWNS9O4/s320/IMG_0053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335661132473571138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;U.M. No1 fans with the hand made banner&lt;br /&gt;(L-R) Su Anne, Yik Sing, Conrad, Amy, Alan, Wen Li, Me, Tee Loon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SgwTiPxoV0I/AAAAAAAAAQE/K5mYaWF3jL0/s1600-h/IMG_0055.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/_bmuxSacW2oU/SgwTiPxoV0I/AAAAAAAAAQE/K5mYaWF3jL0/s320/IMG_0055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335661137598371650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;P&amp;amp;G Finalist reunite at Urbanatic, CapSquare Center&lt;br /&gt;(L-R) Me, Li Teng, Mee Khuan, Moses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SgwTiQ3qi7I/AAAAAAAAAQM/d8GxCwqEnDA/s1600-h/IMG_0058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SgwTiQ3qi7I/AAAAAAAAAQM/d8GxCwqEnDA/s320/IMG_0058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335661137892117426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A photo with team Trancendent (UM) and Elements (UPM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SgwTihWNiZI/AAAAAAAAAQU/6ot2P0EyGM4/s1600-h/IMG_0060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SgwTihWNiZI/AAAAAAAAAQU/6ot2P0EyGM4/s320/IMG_0060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335661142315207058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Certificate Presentation to team Crowning Paramount ( wish you were here Liern)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SgwTi8qCEDI/AAAAAAAAAQc/sLpEPJz2WAI/s1600-h/IMG_0068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SgwTi8qCEDI/AAAAAAAAAQc/sLpEPJz2WAI/s320/IMG_0068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335661149646098482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With the dean and our favourite lecturers.&lt;br /&gt;(L-R) Pn. Farinda, Dr. Sharifah Farida, Prof. Ainin, Dr. Yus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was a great learning experience. I learned how to suck it up and not be a sore loser. haha. i learned what it meant to brand a product. i learned about the glam culture of Loreal and I'm loving it. My only regret, is that I don't have a second shot at joining Loreal Brandstorm again. Sometimes I wish my course was 4 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3509039126390205463-3300510414049395638?l=pixiehong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/feeds/3300510414049395638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/05/loreal-brandstorm-national-finals-2009.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/3300510414049395638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/3300510414049395638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/05/loreal-brandstorm-national-finals-2009.html' title='Loreal Brandstorm National Finals 2009'/><author><name>Privateblogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SgwTh8ryF0I/AAAAAAAAAP8/sLhfGWNS9O4/s72-c/IMG_0053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509039126390205463.post-4113035785005840629</id><published>2009-05-13T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T09:12:47.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma 80th Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SgruGEOAaPI/AAAAAAAAAP0/HmNH2kjQx3g/s1600-h/DSC_0093.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80 years old is a big deal. So the family got together to organize a party for the birthday lady. At first it was suppose to be a small family dinner at Oriental Restaurant or Overseas Restaurant. Then grandma wanted to invite some relatives, so it became a big restaurant dinner. Then my mom and aunt wanted to invite the in-laws, looks like we have to book the whole restaurant. So finally, the guest list came to about 100 people. In the end, we had the party at my aunt's place in Sri Petaling where there is plenty of room for 100 guests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SgruGEOAaPI/AAAAAAAAAP0/HmNH2kjQx3g/s1600-h/DSC_0093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SgruGEOAaPI/AAAAAAAAAP0/HmNH2kjQx3g/s320/DSC_0093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335338496552888562" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SgruF0qWEHI/AAAAAAAAAPs/ryafHAsMkgM/s1600-h/DSC_0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SgruF0qWEHI/AAAAAAAAAPs/ryafHAsMkgM/s320/DSC_0062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335338492376780914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The long line of buffet. About 20 different dishes plus satay and ice kacang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SgruFvNI-AI/AAAAAAAAAPk/Uc34KxZNG7s/s1600-h/DSC_0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SgruFvNI-AI/AAAAAAAAAPk/Uc34KxZNG7s/s320/DSC_0021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335338490912110594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le On, Me, Yong Fei and Kay Tze were the welcoming commitee/usherers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Organizing parties are not all fun and games. It was really stressful also when the guests were late and the early birds were hungry. But it was good family time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3509039126390205463-4113035785005840629?l=pixiehong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/feeds/4113035785005840629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/05/grandma-80th-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/4113035785005840629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/4113035785005840629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/05/grandma-80th-birthday.html' title='Grandma 80th Birthday'/><author><name>Privateblogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SgruGEOAaPI/AAAAAAAAAP0/HmNH2kjQx3g/s72-c/DSC_0093.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509039126390205463.post-1637504150596342504</id><published>2009-05-07T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T03:23:12.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Personality Profile Test</title><content type='html'>So I took this test. Suppose to tell potential employers what sort of worker I am.&lt;br /&gt;Have a look and tell me if it is true :)&lt;br /&gt;I highlighted the ones which I thought was spot on&lt;br /&gt;So do you think I can get a job with these personalities??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Punctual, completes work on time.&lt;br /&gt;(well I'm not that punctual when it comes to boring meetings)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="space"&gt;• &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Detailed&lt;/span&gt;, meticulous and observant, quick to pick out abnormalities.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="space"&gt;• &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Objective&lt;/span&gt;, but may appear detached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="space"&gt;(detached?? I was having deep thoughts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="space"&gt;• Does not get involve in other's personal problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="space"&gt;• Sees people as nice and friendly, not comfortable to wheel and deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="space"&gt;(according to the dictionary, wheel and deal means to operate dynamically for one's own profit. yea i don't think I'm that selfish)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;• Wants to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;lead&lt;/span&gt; people, has considerable influence over others.&lt;p class="space"&gt;• &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Practical&lt;/span&gt;, prefers to build on ideas rather than generate them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="space"&gt; (hey I can generate ideas too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="space"&gt;• Orderly, methodical and systematic, takes care to &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;plan&lt;/span&gt; in detail.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="space"&gt;• Needs clear and thorough instructions, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;slow&lt;/span&gt; to act when uncertain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="space"&gt;(slow isn't such a good word. sounds retarded. CAREFUL is more precise)&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/3509039126390205463-1637504150596342504?l=pixiehong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/feeds/1637504150596342504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/05/personality-profile-test.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/1637504150596342504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/1637504150596342504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/05/personality-profile-test.html' title='Personality Profile Test'/><author><name>Privateblogger</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-3509039126390205463.post-6973334535389587047</id><published>2009-05-07T02:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T02:40:32.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Post Exam Celebrations</title><content type='html'>Hear ye Hear ye&lt;br /&gt;Princess Pixie is no longer an Undergraduate!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 6th May precisely 1.30 p.m. I completed my last exam paper.&lt;br /&gt;And with that concludes my 3 years in U.M.&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel?&lt;br /&gt;I feel a sense of relief that the hard studying is over. I also thank God that the exam questions were not too difficult. I have not begun to feel sad yet, maybe when I start cleaning out the books and notes, I might get teary eyed.&lt;br /&gt;As for now I am officially without a mission. But before I look for a new mission for life. Here is how I celebrated the end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SgKoGFa_30I/AAAAAAAAAPE/wWAl3hkFwEA/s1600-h/IMG_0017%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SgKoGFa_30I/AAAAAAAAAPE/wWAl3hkFwEA/s320/IMG_0017%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333009731248185154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kah Mun and I at Sakae Sushi, 1 Utama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bunch of us went there for 3 p.m. lunch cum dinner to celebrate the end of our exams.&lt;br /&gt;Actually most of them celebrated yesterday. I was the only one in the group who had a late exam.&lt;br /&gt;I was a good time of listening to other people's future plans and aspirations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SgKoF-xXhuI/AAAAAAAAAO8/cNv7fgLzskI/s1600-h/IMG_0012%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SgKoF-xXhuI/AAAAAAAAAO8/cNv7fgLzskI/s320/IMG_0012%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333009729462961890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me, Wen Li and Alan inside Sakae Sushi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SgKoGzxzJEI/AAAAAAAAAPc/gUjdieSJyVo/s1600-h/IMG_0037%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SgKoGzxzJEI/AAAAAAAAAPc/gUjdieSJyVo/s320/IMG_0037%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333009743691850818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From left to right:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yoke Pack, Zing Wen, Wan Yee, Me, Sook Yeen, Ivin, and Boon Chai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bestest group mates and I hung out at night at Niu Ze Xui, Ara Damansara.&lt;br /&gt;We went to Full House, named after a Korean drama series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SgKoGXdroHI/AAAAAAAAAPM/GS0muP4aGek/s1600-h/IMG_0025%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SgKoGXdroHI/AAAAAAAAAPM/GS0muP4aGek/s320/IMG_0025%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333009736091279474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a time filled with gossips.&lt;br /&gt;We talked about everything and everyone we knew over Ice Blended Latte, Banana Milk Shake, Honey Lemon Ice Tea and etc&lt;br /&gt;Some of the things we talked about were:&lt;br /&gt;1. Graduation Pictures&lt;br /&gt;2. Job Interviews&lt;br /&gt;3. Transexuals&lt;br /&gt;4. Desperate girls&lt;br /&gt;5. Homosexuals&lt;br /&gt;6. Post Graduate Studies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SgKoGhyFGqI/AAAAAAAAAPU/SlnKYkTbjOM/s1600-h/IMG_0032%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SgKoGhyFGqI/AAAAAAAAAPU/SlnKYkTbjOM/s320/IMG_0032%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333009738861189794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zing Wen and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also took many photos at Full House&lt;br /&gt;It was decorated prettily.&lt;br /&gt;Certainly good times to be remembered.&lt;br /&gt;I know that this chapter of our lives has come to an end. Like a chapter in a book, we have to began a fresh new page. And sadly, many of my course mates shall no longer be apart of my new chapter. But I pray that they write a great new chapter for themselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3509039126390205463-6973334535389587047?l=pixiehong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/feeds/6973334535389587047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/05/post-exam-celebrations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/6973334535389587047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/6973334535389587047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/05/post-exam-celebrations.html' title='The Post Exam Celebrations'/><author><name>Privateblogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SgKoGFa_30I/AAAAAAAAAPE/wWAl3hkFwEA/s72-c/IMG_0017%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509039126390205463.post-2131029031503190899</id><published>2009-04-28T02:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T02:43:02.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's in a Princess' Cosmetic Bag</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SfbIJ2uNKHI/AAAAAAAAAOs/cXbizRSvCWw/s1600-h/IMG_0001%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SfbIJ2uNKHI/AAAAAAAAAOs/cXbizRSvCWw/s320/IMG_0001%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329667280673253490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They say what is in a girls purse says a lot about the person. Maybe the same applies for cosmetics bag. So you decide what it says about me.&lt;br /&gt;I have too many things in my cosmetics bag, so what you see here are just the essentials. Basically, what I will use when I go on a date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of how HUGE my cosmetics bag is. I use this bag for travelling or during one of my make up appointments outside. Why I need such a big bag? because I put everything inside. You can never be too sure what you need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SfbIJktG6kI/AAAAAAAAAOk/UbKHhg1lczc/s1600-h/IMG_0002%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SfbIJktG6kI/AAAAAAAAAOk/UbKHhg1lczc/s320/IMG_0002%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329667275836811842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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;Step 1: Flawless Foundation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I apply the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Face Shop Make Up Base&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which helps the application of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maybelline Matte Mousse Foundation&lt;/span&gt; and creates a more even tone to the skin. I like the Matte Mousse because it has a light texture so it doesn't make your face look like you put flour on it.&lt;br /&gt;Next is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maybelline 3 in 1 concealer&lt;/span&gt; which works wonders under my eyes. And finally for a quick finish &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Silky Girl Loose Powder&lt;/span&gt; in Medium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SfbIJNPX5hI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wjSa3AF5LaM/s1600-h/IMG_0003%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SfbIJNPX5hI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wjSa3AF5LaM/s320/IMG_0003%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329667269538080274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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;Step 2: Smoky Eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do smoky eyes most of the time because it is classic and timeless. I can match it with any outfit (most of the time) and it shapes and defines my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;So it begins with the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Body Shop Creme Color&lt;/span&gt; in Silver on the upper eyelids. Followed by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sasa Eye Showdow&lt;/span&gt; in Black which has a tint of glitter in it. The Sasa Black Eye Shadow goes on the outer corner of my eyes. To define the eyes, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anna Sui Liquid Eyeliner &lt;/span&gt;is carefully drawn close to the lash line. Then for the wide eye look, I curl my lashes 3 times for a natural curl and apply &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maybelline XXL Mascara&lt;/span&gt; for length and volume. Lastly, my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pasar Malam Brand Eye Brow Pencil&lt;/span&gt; shapes what is left of my brows after tweezing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SfbIIwRAUgI/AAAAAAAAAOU/Rxei4lg2RLc/s1600-h/IMG_0005%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SfbIIwRAUgI/AAAAAAAAAOU/Rxei4lg2RLc/s320/IMG_0005%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329667261760295426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 3: Kissable Lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maybelling Water Shine&lt;/span&gt; in Rose Pink for the lovely pink color that matches my skin tone. Then a tint of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Revlon Lustrous Lip Gloss&lt;/span&gt; to finish it off.&lt;br /&gt;So that's how it works behind the scenes. Takes me at least 30 minutes to get everything on and less than 10 to take everything off.&lt;br /&gt;Sister says its a waste of good make up. But hey its all in the name of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEAUTY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI I do make up services too :) I have credible referees, just ask Kah Mun, Sook Yeen or Siew Boon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3509039126390205463-2131029031503190899?l=pixiehong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/feeds/2131029031503190899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/04/whats-in-princess-cosmetic-bag.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/2131029031503190899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/2131029031503190899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/04/whats-in-princess-cosmetic-bag.html' title='What&apos;s in a Princess&apos; Cosmetic Bag'/><author><name>Privateblogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SfbIJ2uNKHI/AAAAAAAAAOs/cXbizRSvCWw/s72-c/IMG_0001%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509039126390205463.post-3201817747373050802</id><published>2009-04-28T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T06:07:30.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Long Learning</title><content type='html'>At this moment, I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"busy"&lt;/span&gt; studying for the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;final&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Final Exams of my Uni years.&lt;br /&gt;Most of my friends are either in between the exams or completed their papers.&lt;br /&gt;I have not even started one paper yet. So unlike others who had a week of study break, I had 3.&lt;br /&gt;So I've gotten a little bored of staring at the same notes over and over, I'm taking the time off to blog about my study methods for the past 3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;It is the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"last"&lt;/span&gt; revision I shall have for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;Note: Don't try this at home. Not all study methods are safe or suitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sfa_ygT-owI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Y1ITrqm9chU/s1600-h/IMG_0010%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sfa_ygT-owI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Y1ITrqm9chU/s320/IMG_0010%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329658083427656450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My notes, files and all exam related items&lt;/span&gt; are left lying on the bed. This is to make it easier for me to search for the notes that I need. These stuff sleep on the bed while I sleep on the mattress on the floor. See how important studies are to me.&lt;br /&gt;(actually I'm just lazy to keep them and then take them out again the next day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sfa_yU2dFUI/AAAAAAAAAOE/XavUQQPnV5g/s1600-h/IMG_0014%5B1%5D"&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/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sfa_yU2dFUI/AAAAAAAAAOE/XavUQQPnV5g/s320/IMG_0014%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329658080351032642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chinese Tea&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Every time when study, a cup of chinese tea will be in arms reach.&lt;br /&gt;I say that the tea contributes to my ability to memorize hundreds of points from different subjects.&lt;br /&gt;Well also because liquids are very important for the body. Its a way to stay cool. Since the weather is crazy HOT nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sfa_yICzwSI/AAAAAAAAAN8/v5bxPU1F-PI/s1600-h/IMG_0016%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sfa_yICzwSI/AAAAAAAAAN8/v5bxPU1F-PI/s320/IMG_0016%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329658076913189154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My trusty hand phone&lt;/span&gt; will be close by.&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, whenever I am studying, no one calls, no one sms. But I keep it near to me, just in case, I never know, someone would give me a ring and save me from boredom. Or give me a wake up call when I feel drowsy.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sfa_yICzwSI/AAAAAAAAAN8/v5bxPU1F-PI/s1600-h/IMG_0016%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sfa_xoaRboI/AAAAAAAAAN0/0ndAKSrLT0c/s1600-h/IMG_0017%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sfa_xoaRboI/AAAAAAAAAN0/0ndAKSrLT0c/s320/IMG_0017%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329658068421668482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My lucky pen&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I only use Faber Castell blue pens for exams.&lt;br /&gt;These babies saw me through STPM, the hardest exam in my life!&lt;br /&gt;And since then, I've been accompanied by these pens for every examination in U.M.&lt;br /&gt;But of course, God's grace also works everytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SfrzJBKmZEI/AAAAAAAAAO0/7XdNPQFsFBk/s1600-h/IMG_0001%5B2%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SfrzJBKmZEI/AAAAAAAAAO0/7XdNPQFsFBk/s320/IMG_0001%5B2%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330840445203670082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michael Buble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;How can I forget this guy.&lt;br /&gt;This guy saw me through thick and thin.&lt;br /&gt;Accompanied me while I burn the midnight oil&lt;br /&gt;Serenade me with his sexy jazzy blues voice.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;These are my essential items which I cannot live without.&lt;br /&gt;But there are also a principle I live by.&lt;br /&gt;For example, I never use studies as an excuse for not serving God and the church. Nor is it a reason to miss family gatherings or girlfriends birthdays.&lt;br /&gt;Studies are my responsibilty as a student. I am expected to study hard and do well. There is simply no excuses. Just like how my parents don't reward me for going to classes everyday, because that's my responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;I thank God that He has given me the wisdom to study and ace my exams all these years. All glory goes to Him.&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/3509039126390205463-3201817747373050802?l=pixiehong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/feeds/3201817747373050802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/04/life-long-learning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/3201817747373050802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/3201817747373050802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/04/life-long-learning.html' title='Life Long Learning'/><author><name>Privateblogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sfa_ygT-owI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Y1ITrqm9chU/s72-c/IMG_0010%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509039126390205463.post-7591129720610456461</id><published>2009-04-28T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T00:44:49.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mini Petting Zoo</title><content type='html'>I'm one of those really blessed children.&lt;br /&gt;Unlike some of the friends I know, who love pets and would like to own a puppy or a hamster, it is a big NO NO for their parents.&lt;br /&gt;I had like a dozen goldfish during primary school which turned upside down and died in their tupperware aquarium. Then we took in a few stray dogs which eventually ran away. (no i did not mistreat them)&lt;br /&gt;Then there were birds than nested in our small potted tree, we helped feed the baby bird with worms. that was cool. but the birds no longer nest in our tree. probably because the tree does not have enough foliage.&lt;br /&gt;At this moment, my mini petting zoo consists of these animals. Do feel free to come to my petting zoo. I don't charge a fee but I can't guarantee that the animals will be friendly to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sfaw5CCxjMI/AAAAAAAAANs/Y2_Y9C4-cy8/s1600-h/IMG_0009%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sfaw5CCxjMI/AAAAAAAAANs/Y2_Y9C4-cy8/s320/IMG_0009%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329641702887099586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Tortoise. The oldest pet in the family. It has been with us over a decade. It lives in a huge red pail in the garden. Doesn't do much. It's terrified of us. And sometimes we forget to feed it for weeks but it still lives. Fuss free pets. Just change the water once a week (or when the water turns Daily diet includes bread, vege, and even chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sfaw4y3FYqI/AAAAAAAAANk/wBYOEyrdCGM/s1600-h/IMG_0008%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sfaw4y3FYqI/AAAAAAAAANk/wBYOEyrdCGM/s320/IMG_0008%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329641698811536034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Top Kitty) Ray Ray and Do Do (Bottom Kitty)&lt;br /&gt;They are siblings. We saved them from drowning in the big drain at the back of our house.&lt;br /&gt;Basically all they do is eat, sleep and play with one another.&lt;br /&gt;Occasionally they take a walk around the neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;Best of all they chase after cockroaches and kill lizards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sfaw4dxxISI/AAAAAAAAANU/JDL0IF-wJK8/s1600-h/IMG_0004%5B1%5D"&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/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sfaw4dxxISI/AAAAAAAAANU/JDL0IF-wJK8/s320/IMG_0004%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329641693152092450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sfaw4mSaZyI/AAAAAAAAANc/S8iX6kaSSfw/s1600-h/IMG_0006%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sfaw4mSaZyI/AAAAAAAAANc/S8iX6kaSSfw/s320/IMG_0006%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329641695436498722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bambi is a pure breed miniature pincher. Not much use of a guard dog cause it's really small. She is the daughter of my first miniature pincher (Spike) who ran over to the neighbor's house who had a female miniature pincher (Tiny) and then Bambi came around. Spike left though. Ran away and was taken in by some people staying in another street. Those people gave Spike away. So now it is just Bambi. She treats the presence of the cats very well. So not all dogs and cats fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3509039126390205463-7591129720610456461?l=pixiehong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/feeds/7591129720610456461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-mini-petting-zoo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/7591129720610456461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/7591129720610456461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-mini-petting-zoo.html' title='My Mini Petting Zoo'/><author><name>Privateblogger</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/_bmuxSacW2oU/Sfaw5CCxjMI/AAAAAAAAANs/Y2_Y9C4-cy8/s72-c/IMG_0009%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509039126390205463.post-9130095151184947911</id><published>2009-04-20T03:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T02:47:16.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hong Kong Study Trip 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A brief background about the trip:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Mr. Lim Goh Tong passed away, his children created an endowment fund in his name. Under this endowment fund, RM 1 million was given to the Faculty of Business and Accountancy.&lt;br /&gt;So through his generosity, and with the help of Genting Berhad, 11 students went for the Hong Kong Study Trip 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Alright! So I know this trip was like 2 months ago, but I think its a trip worth blogging about :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SexXQ5DBk1I/AAAAAAAAALk/B2iLJpXjU30/s1600-h/IMG_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SexXQ5DBk1I/AAAAAAAAALk/B2iLJpXjU30/s320/IMG_0003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326728406975484754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was my first time on Air Asia. Not too bad for a 5 hour trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SexXRNsZkQI/AAAAAAAAALs/4qYOmHPol7c/s1600-h/IMG_0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SexXRNsZkQI/AAAAAAAAALs/4qYOmHPol7c/s320/IMG_0015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326728412517732610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nancy and I and the box of egg tarts she brought as a welcome gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We stayed at the Bridal Tea House, Hung Hom, Kowloon. Just because it was near to the Poly Technic University of Hong Kong. (fondly known as Poly-U)&lt;br /&gt;I know the name denotes some sort of honey moon suite but its not that romantic.&lt;br /&gt;It was actually the cheapest accommodation we can find.&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't believe the property prices in HK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SexXRdyq08I/AAAAAAAAAL0/n9FY6aDYgV4/s1600-h/IMG_0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SexXRdyq08I/AAAAAAAAAL0/n9FY6aDYgV4/s320/IMG_0024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326728416838996930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once we were settled in the hotel, we made our way to the streets of Mongkok.&lt;br /&gt;And guess what our noses stumbled upon, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Smelly Tofu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had to have one. Gosh it was terrible. It was like...(i shall save the description, don't want to make anyone sick)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SexXRswvxfI/AAAAAAAAAL8/4HVYsEtTMMY/s1600-h/IMG_0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SexXRswvxfI/AAAAAAAAAL8/4HVYsEtTMMY/s320/IMG_0034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326728420857464306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next highlight of our trip was the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Sha Tin Race Course&lt;/span&gt;. You would think that HK was badly hit by the economic crisis. But you still see the Hongkies gambling their hard earned money away. That's because it's a culture. We made a bet too. No.4. Sunny Power. He ran so fast and got in front of all the other horses....until the last 100 meters he gave up....and we lost $10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SexXRyT6WBI/AAAAAAAAAME/X0-XLR-DTf0/s1600-h/IMG_0075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SexXRyT6WBI/AAAAAAAAAME/X0-XLR-DTf0/s320/IMG_0075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326728422347134994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the second day, we were given  a tour of Poly-U. Why not Hong Kong University? Well U.M. has a MOU with Poly-U thats why. It was a beautiful campus. Their lecture halls were spectacular. The library was top of the world. And the boys were incredibly cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SexcSP08D0I/AAAAAAAAAMM/amD0ktUAgP4/s1600-h/IMG_0121.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/_bmuxSacW2oU/SexcSP08D0I/AAAAAAAAAMM/amD0ktUAgP4/s320/IMG_0121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326733927828426562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;An example of how a school table would look like in 1950s HK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of the Poly-U students took us to the Hong Kong Museum of History which was just next door to the campus. It was an awesome museum. We saw how Hong Kong looked like from 1 billion B.C. till present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SexcSgSUnJI/AAAAAAAAAMc/_oQcEGgQpgc/s1600-h/IMG_0139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SexcSgSUnJI/AAAAAAAAAMc/_oQcEGgQpgc/s320/IMG_0139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326733932246637714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our last day was such a treat. We had a tour of Star Cruises.&lt;br /&gt;It was breath taking to go aboard such a magnificent vessel.&lt;br /&gt;Star Cruises also gave us a luxurious lunch on the ship. A three course meal of buttersquash soup, pan-seared salmon, and chocolate mousse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SexcS4tgaeI/AAAAAAAAAMk/WjmtbO9E5qE/s1600-h/IMG_0135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SexcS4tgaeI/AAAAAAAAAMk/WjmtbO9E5qE/s320/IMG_0135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326733938803108322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;At Star Cruises Corporate Office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SexcSRMJubI/AAAAAAAAAMU/b1SASC1Igho/s1600-h/IMG_0202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SexcSRMJubI/AAAAAAAAAMU/b1SASC1Igho/s320/IMG_0202.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326733928194226610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The scene at the Peak-our last stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I learned a lot during the trip. For example:&lt;br /&gt;1. Hongkies think Malaysian chinese can't speak Cantonese&lt;br /&gt;2. Hongkies think Malaysian chinese don't celebrate Chinese New Year&lt;br /&gt;3. Stall owners at Ladies Market are mean to you if you try on a clothing but then decide not to buy it.&lt;br /&gt;4. Accounting students are not that bad after all. They make good friends too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved Hong Kong. We missed out on Ocean Park and DisneyLand. So I'm definately going back there again. And the next time....I'm going with the rest of my Business Club Committee....you guys deserved the trip as much as I did. If it were up to me, I would never have limit the group to just 11 students. We will have an even more fun-ner time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/3509039126390205463-9130095151184947911?l=pixiehong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/feeds/9130095151184947911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/04/hong-kong-study-trip-2009.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/9130095151184947911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/9130095151184947911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/04/hong-kong-study-trip-2009.html' title='Hong Kong Study Trip 2009'/><author><name>Privateblogger</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/_bmuxSacW2oU/SexXQ5DBk1I/AAAAAAAAALk/B2iLJpXjU30/s72-c/IMG_0003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509039126390205463.post-5625382851926483279</id><published>2009-04-20T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T01:08:58.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Perfect Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 April 2009. The official last Friday of the semester.&lt;br /&gt;It did not feel as though it was the end of everything.&lt;br /&gt;(maybe because I had replacement lectures during study break)&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, the occasion called for a photo session for the Final Year Business Students.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the awesome shots:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SexJTxyIKrI/AAAAAAAAAKg/kd-vOcG-RVA/s1600-h/100_3814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SexJTxyIKrI/AAAAAAAAAKg/kd-vOcG-RVA/s320/100_3814.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326713063402384050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Where else would we start the photo session, if not at our faculty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(L-R) Me, Boon Chai, Ivin, Zing Wen, Wan Yee, &amp;amp; Sook Yeen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These girls are the best group members I can ever ask for.&lt;br /&gt;I really thank God for such great members, without them I would not have completed any assignment on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SexJUMx6yTI/AAAAAAAAAKo/aLcd0qPKJu4/s1600-h/IMG_0074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SexJUMx6yTI/AAAAAAAAAKo/aLcd0qPKJu4/s320/IMG_0074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326713070649264434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sook Yeen and I at the Faculty Main Entrance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The faculty has been like my home for the past 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;Every semester, I found myself hanging around at the faculty more often than I would at home.&lt;br /&gt;There were times where I stayed past midnight.&lt;br /&gt;(No i didn't do anything illegal)&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I felt that it would be better if I just camped at the faculty premises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SexJVOeKl3I/AAAAAAAAALA/JO6aklQWb3E/s1600-h/IMG_0088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SexJVOeKl3I/AAAAAAAAALA/JO6aklQWb3E/s320/IMG_0088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326713088283154290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After we were done cam whoring at the faculty, we joined the rest of our course mates at DTC area where there were many great places worthy of photographs.&lt;br /&gt;Note: We did not plan to wear black. It just happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SexJU_Jda-I/AAAAAAAAAK4/IQOEJowXRow/s1600-h/IMG_0087.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/_bmuxSacW2oU/SexJU_Jda-I/AAAAAAAAAK4/IQOEJowXRow/s320/IMG_0087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326713084169776098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SexJUiWWgWI/AAAAAAAAAKw/XcrcSA_Wmzo/s1600-h/IMG_0091.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/_bmuxSacW2oU/SexJUiWWgWI/AAAAAAAAAKw/XcrcSA_Wmzo/s320/IMG_0091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326713076439220578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this picture the best. It was taken by Tony Teo.&lt;br /&gt;Look at the angle of the picture, it is so artistic. (You the MAN Tony!)&lt;br /&gt;These pictures are not just about a bunch of people posing in a camera frame.&lt;br /&gt;But a lot of memories and emotions have been captured in them.&lt;br /&gt;To all my friends who are graduating, thank you for making such a great impact in my life.&lt;br /&gt;(may it be positive or negative impact)&lt;br /&gt;You've helped made me the person I am today, and for that I am forever grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Se1-1E8KN1I/AAAAAAAAAM0/iiK9roQo5ms/s1600-h/IMG_9338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Se1-1E8KN1I/AAAAAAAAAM0/iiK9roQo5ms/s320/IMG_9338.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327053384573400914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Se1-1BLEvtI/AAAAAAAAAMs/NdlTacPTkNU/s1600-h/IMG_9318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Se1-1BLEvtI/AAAAAAAAAMs/NdlTacPTkNU/s320/IMG_9318.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327053383562215122" border="0" /&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/3509039126390205463-5625382851926483279?l=pixiehong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/feeds/5625382851926483279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/04/picture-perfect-memories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/5625382851926483279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/5625382851926483279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/04/picture-perfect-memories.html' title='Picture Perfect Memories'/><author><name>Privateblogger</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/_bmuxSacW2oU/SexJTxyIKrI/AAAAAAAAAKg/kd-vOcG-RVA/s72-c/100_3814.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509039126390205463.post-7604026618196271969</id><published>2009-04-17T07:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T09:27:24.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Awesome End to the Best 3 Years of my Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Three years in U.M. flew pass in a blink of an eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; But I was unwilling to end my student life without having some fun!!&lt;br /&gt;This was what I did:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SeitYwOap6I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Mi5R4SKt5Gk/s1600-h/IMG_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SeitYwOap6I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Mi5R4SKt5Gk/s320/IMG_0005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325697200139446178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(L-R) Rachael Tan, Jian Yu, Ah Soon, and I. We decided to visit all the mamak stalls in U.M. At every mamak, we ordered the mamak's specialty and a drink which we shared among 4 of us. We figured if we did that, we would not need to go to the toilet at every mamak stall we visited. We began our visit at 4th college and ended at 2nd college. We also stopped for K.L. Gate Burger. It was certainly an adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the same night, we also took a detour from our mamak adventure to visit Bukit Cinta. It wasn't much really.... a quiet road with dim street lights and some what view of apartments below. But hey, at least we've been there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Seiii2CKo0I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/e1TZwwcN4QY/s1600-h/IMG_9618.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Seiii2CKo0I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/e1TZwwcN4QY/s320/IMG_9618.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325685278869463874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;On another occasion......&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Seibm4R_xoI/AAAAAAAAAJw/jEVh4AEteCw/s1600-h/IMG_0453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Seibm4R_xoI/AAAAAAAAAJw/jEVh4AEteCw/s320/IMG_0453.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325677651610814082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I asked Jen Hann for a Kayak Lesson at Tasik Varsiti. He was a fantastic instructor because I did not capsize the boat and fall into the water. We sat on a double seater and he taught me how to draw water, stop the boat and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SeibnJoQXDI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/TBJPvVrzMeU/s1600-h/IMG_0518.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/_bmuxSacW2oU/SeibnJoQXDI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/TBJPvVrzMeU/s320/IMG_0518.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325677656267578418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I also invited Jia Hui (who is also an experienced Kayak-er) and Yen Yen ( a first timer like me). The girls were braver and used the single seaters instead. We had a great time trying out new Kayak stunts e.g. standing on the boat in the middle of the lake. Wouldn't mind another Kayak Lesson in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/Seiii2CKo0I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/e1TZwwcN4QY/s1600-h/IMG_9618.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&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/3509039126390205463-7604026618196271969?l=pixiehong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/feeds/7604026618196271969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/04/awesome-end-to-best-3-years-of-my-life.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/7604026618196271969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/7604026618196271969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/04/awesome-end-to-best-3-years-of-my-life.html' title='An Awesome End to the Best 3 Years of my Life'/><author><name>Privateblogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bmuxSacW2oU/SeitYwOap6I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Mi5R4SKt5Gk/s72-c/IMG_0005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509039126390205463.post-4979117697749757247</id><published>2009-04-17T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T06:45:37.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There is a first time for everything</title><content type='html'>So finally....I'm blogging.&lt;br /&gt;I always thought blogging was like an open diary, where everyone gets to dig into your private life. But then, my girlfriend, Katrina, suggested that a bunch of us have a private blog where we can update each other regularly since we seldom meet up.&lt;br /&gt;And guess what, I was the most active blogger among all of them. I realized I loved story telling. So why limit my audience to 4 girls?&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and Gentleman, welcome to my first blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3509039126390205463-4979117697749757247?l=pixiehong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/feeds/4979117697749757247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/04/there-is-first-time-for-everything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/4979117697749757247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3509039126390205463/posts/default/4979117697749757247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiehong.blogspot.com/2009/04/there-is-first-time-for-everything.html' title='There is a first time for everything'/><author><name>Privateblogger</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></feed>
