<?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-7177543453946183005</id><updated>2012-01-26T13:51:15.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...SWEEI...</title><subtitle type='html'>Let's get sweewius</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Swee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04768253712855924803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLQXAuJJOCI/AAAAAAAABe4/y0Zurovze_4/S220/n563865522_3296444_7585-1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>175</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177543453946183005.post-7143045505172356471</id><published>2009-05-04T22:05:00.024+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T00:36:01.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Australia - Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;My great australian holiday diary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each night for 10 days, I would reflect on the day and write down the stuff I/we did during the day and the funny/interesting things that happened. So here's where i whip the diary out (my sis's diary btw, i don't have my own, hehe) and recall back the memories during my trip and write it out in here. It's much shorter in point form in there, so i've elaborated it more in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So behold...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;7 March 2009, Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Weather report: Sunny and hot during the day, cooling during the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Reached Gold Coast airport at 7.30am (Way beyond excited at this point)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Got a cab to Santana, Surfers Paradise. Reached at 10 am. Costed $AUS 47.50. The family who owns the resort is so funny, friendly bunch of people really. The dad takes care of the counter, their daughter and son hangs around, mum is away in Sydney for a couple of weeks (their dad kid around by saying she left him for someone else*sobz*). haha. He can even crack jokes about getting his 16 year old son hooked up with me. Wtf. Australians are naturally funny i think. Or it's just him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Bought tickets to Movie World and Sea World from him at $AUS 115 (slightly cheaper if you buy two at a time, maybe like $AUD 20 cheaper like that)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331985105287891890" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/Sf8ENARby7I/AAAAAAAACWc/KD3yb-0wi2I/s200/Aussie+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331985111886392354" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/Sf8ENY2o7CI/AAAAAAAACWk/d7pKkkeFRGE/s200/Aussie+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331985101759649922" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/Sf8EMzIPGII/AAAAAAAACWU/pVCyro6mnPQ/s200/Aussie+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331985103966134466" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/Sf8EM7WTYMI/AAAAAAAACWM/QB3iBoC99H0/s200/Aussie+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331986146321947938" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/Sf8FJmbS3SI/AAAAAAAACWs/47xcqn45fqc/s200/Aussie+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331983841591521650" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/Sf8DDcovcXI/AAAAAAAACV0/tebag6C8MBQ/s200/Aussie+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331983836247283522" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/Sf8DDIuk10I/AAAAAAAACVs/8taDqeUfFz0/s200/Aussie+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331983831973953634" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/Sf8DC4zvAGI/AAAAAAAACVk/7aRkQs3yTv4/s200/Aussie+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="FONT-STYLE: italic;color:#990000;"&gt;No lock on the doorknob. Weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331983827713173410" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/Sf8DCo74p6I/AAAAAAAACVc/S_Pjwj8a800/s200/Aussie+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331983846078371666" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/Sf8DDtWfV1I/AAAAAAAACV8/iEElsukqZME/s200/Aussie+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331985094073461186" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/Sf8EMWftKcI/AAAAAAAACWE/doiNdHfVDOI/s200/Aussie+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331986150584591474" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/Sf8FJ2TlpHI/AAAAAAAACW0/Ryh-5AC-sIc/s200/Aussie+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331986160058895842" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/Sf8FKZmcDeI/AAAAAAAACXE/E-iqZIKVXuY/s200/Aussie+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331986156733012354" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/Sf8FKNNfGYI/AAAAAAAACW8/lGJOHq0j4ng/s200/Aussie+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="FONT-STYLE: italic;color:#990000;"&gt;The not-so-pretty-but-can-do-laa view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- After chillin about in our crib and unpacking our stuff, we walked to this nearby beach (name unknown) which is SO beautiful and not that many people too. White soft sand and the heat from the sun made it damn hot to walk on barefoot. But canlaa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331988474873703010" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/Sf8HRI9S6mI/AAAAAAAACXM/ssscO_zVS-g/s200/Aussie+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331988477960043906" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/Sf8HRUdIvYI/AAAAAAAACXU/iiAz6c9ti_0/s200/Aussie+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331988484205711266" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/Sf8HRruOD6I/AAAAAAAACXc/V0nsszdQwdI/s200/Aussie+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="FONT-STYLE: italic;color:#990000;"&gt;The view of the unknown beach as 3 pics combine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Then walked to Broadbeach. Lots of eateries, clothing shops, a small mall, a park and a beach. Once dad went into Woolworths (equivalent to Cold Storage), he fell in love with that place. It's like a boy who has found his playground, damn hard for him not to go in there. He bought alot of groceries to cook instead of eating out. Mainly items to cook spagehetti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331991223922293906" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/Sf8JxJ9jfJI/AAAAAAAACXs/yi4hzctob7E/s200/Aussie+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331991226190773282" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/Sf8JxSaZvCI/AAAAAAAACX0/U8TU24fc1bs/s200/Aussie+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331991229839547458" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/Sf8JxgAVnEI/AAAAAAAACX8/ycE2sDAI5zc/s200/Aussie+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331991237363042738" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/Sf8Jx8CFCbI/AAAAAAAACYE/kO9EXG-YYl0/s200/Aussie+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331993833263205970" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/Sf8MJCg6DlI/AAAAAAAACYc/X3YsS0NP_ho/s200/Aussie+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331993828599027618" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/Sf8MIxI4V6I/AAAAAAAACYU/MMpXhRxF6KQ/s200/Aussie+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="FONT-STYLE: italic;color:#990000;"&gt;There's alot of these Ibis birds around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331993841253162674" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/Sf8MJgR3HrI/AAAAAAAACYk/lRZM5KokTJY/s200/Aussie+072.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331993846705378242" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/Sf8MJ0lxU8I/AAAAAAAACYs/aDmwhK47bbg/s200/Aussie+071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Anyway, by then it was already 5 something. Closing time for most places, unless you're talking about those shops by the sidewalk in town. Those will be open till 10pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331993853515363746" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/Sf8MKN9ZdaI/AAAAAAAACY0/3VJr9smMKoU/s200/Aussie+082.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331996431361403346" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/Sf8OgRLyadI/AAAAAAAACY8/OkRc4DBQdww/s200/Aussie+085.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331996437748820402" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/Sf8Ogo-qqbI/AAAAAAAACZE/ipl2kdQAKl4/s200/Aussie+087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331996443017219650" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/Sf8Og8mwDkI/AAAAAAAACZM/NRkUMjjY_Mc/s200/Aussie+088.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331996449246604482" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/Sf8OhTz87MI/AAAAAAAACZU/H1Rz3HgFgnk/s200/Aussie+090.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331996450892894482" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/Sf8OhZ8dURI/AAAAAAAACZc/y0RaaHk78U4/s200/Aussie+091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331998574867785650" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/Sf8QdCXiJ7I/AAAAAAAACZk/ytBJjYCQ33M/s200/Aussie+092.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/Sf8QdqZgIQI/AAAAAAAACZs/bI7BfQb4slg/s1600-h/Aussie+093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331998585613459714" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/Sf8QdqZgIQI/AAAAAAAACZs/bI7BfQb4slg/s200/Aussie+093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/Sf8QeGmaGAI/AAAAAAAACZ0/-dg7FLeUmfY/s1600-h/Aussie+094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331998593183782914" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/Sf8QeGmaGAI/AAAAAAAACZ0/-dg7FLeUmfY/s200/Aussie+094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;A view of the outside of Santana Holiday Resort Apartments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Went home, cooked, makan, watched some tv. There's alot of nice channels in Aussie and i've found a love for watching morning talk shows and the news! For everything, there's always humour. Friggin even the news had funny comments from the news anchor and public. They're quite open what with TV-ads telling the public not to vote for this dudela and that. Amazing. We can't have that here, if not ISA will come running down the mountain, there they comeeeeee. *just had to break into song guys* =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- The weather was so cooling, so after dinner we took a stroll out to Surfers Paradise town. Mind you, our place at Surfers Paradise is pretty strategic. We can walk to almost everywhere! Well, except for theme parks. Bought some souvenirs like coasters there. And tasted the Copenhagen ice cream. Ahh, that's some good shit right there. Sis and I got a double scoop ice cream, our flavours were midnight cookie and cookies and cream. Beautiful combo. So creamy and huge with choc and peanut toppings. Costed $AUD 6.50.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/Sf8Q5KNYBmI/AAAAAAAACaM/9KY35ZJReas/s1600-h/Aussie+110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331999058008999522" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/Sf8Q5KNYBmI/AAAAAAAACaM/9KY35ZJReas/s400/Aussie+110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/Sf8SOD0YSRI/AAAAAAAACa8/C9q7_2Vsmqg/s1600-h/Aussie+115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332000516582426898" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/Sf8SOD0YSRI/AAAAAAAACa8/C9q7_2Vsmqg/s200/Aussie+115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/Sf8QeoErLOI/AAAAAAAACaE/T_O_kE7MqA8/s1600-h/Aussie+109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331998602169101538" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/Sf8QeoErLOI/AAAAAAAACaE/T_O_kE7MqA8/s200/Aussie+109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/Sf8QebGwlZI/AAAAAAAACZ8/iLQvGDgEFKo/s1600-h/Aussie+108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331998598688183698" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/Sf8QebGwlZI/AAAAAAAACZ8/iLQvGDgEFKo/s200/Aussie+108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Dad syiok sendiri with the props, while sis (and also dad) is obsessed with the chilled coffee in a bottle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/Sf8RrSJ4tyI/AAAAAAAACac/GuaVw-Pz-ZA/s1600-h/Aussie+100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331999919135307554" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/Sf8RrSJ4tyI/AAAAAAAACac/GuaVw-Pz-ZA/s400/Aussie+100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I loved walking around town. But while walking, from up above at the hotel or something, guys were yelling out chinesy/japanesy words. Kind of like mockin asians. But who cares, sis and i laughed it off coz it sounded really funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pssst.. btw, you know what? After 11pm, phone sex ads start to appear on tv! *kinky grin*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*in a horny seducing voice* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Hi, i'm Olga. Would you like to see my sauerkraut?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;O.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;---&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, stay tuned to read on what i did on day 2... Here's a sneak peek =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332006525851069170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/Sf8Xr2Fq6vI/AAAAAAAACbM/ntDRIchVsDA/s400/Aussie+128.jpg" border="0" /&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/7177543453946183005-7143045505172356471?l=sweei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/feeds/7143045505172356471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177543453946183005&amp;postID=7143045505172356471&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/7143045505172356471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/7143045505172356471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/2009/05/australia-day-1.html' title='Australia - Day 1'/><author><name>Swee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04768253712855924803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLQXAuJJOCI/AAAAAAAABe4/y0Zurovze_4/S220/n563865522_3296444_7585-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/Sf8ENARby7I/AAAAAAAACWc/KD3yb-0wi2I/s72-c/Aussie+027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177543453946183005.post-1509308624996785627</id><published>2009-05-03T23:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T00:22:05.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Sunday night - tired yet blogging</title><content type='html'>It's a Sunday night.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm tired yet i feel like blogging. Might as well harnest this rare feeling and update something. The weather today has been pretty good, surprisingly. A FAR CRY from yesterday's killer heat. Fuck, waste of water, after bathing, few minutes later felt all sticky again. Quick shower again to wash that uncomfy feeling. It's hard to save water when the weather is baking my house like an oven. Friggin air-con rosak. Dad procrastinating on calling to fix stuff as usual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, it's been a pretty hectic week for me at work. So i was so glad Labour Day was there to help me relax. Last Thursday night I had a fun time with Limz, Dan, Azu, and Siree at Quattro club. My first time there. Freezed my ass off in the Winter bar. Sweat at the Summer club. And the other two seasons, we didn't bother to go. Heck, it was super crowded that night. It was, well, coz the next day would be Labour day. So it's party time! Moreover, end of the month..ka-chinggg! Hehe, i did the throw-the-fishing-reel-and-reel-in-someone dance bit to limz and he played along. Haha, so cute. Then Azu tried to teach me to dirty dance. wtf. Weird moment for me. I'm sorry guys, i don't dirty dance with dudes unless he's my bf. I'm boring - i know. Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To sum it up - i still think M.O.S is still the best place to club (hotter DJ too *winks*)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next day (Labour day), i stayed at home pretty much for the whole daytime. But thankfully at night, Kerry called me out to go to Mist in Bangsar. Went out with Kerry and Syafiq with a huge group of dudes. The dance floor was kinda small. But the highlight for me was when this chick in an awesome plain black dress danced on stage. Damn! She was so fine! I'd tap that ass anytime.. hahahahaha, anyway, i super love her dress, it's sexy but doesn't come off as slutty. Fuckin awesome shit right there. Ohyea, then the weird part was this chick in a green top went up to dance with her, and friggin meraba her all over! They don't know each other mind you. She was ALL OVER HER BODY. Molesting her boobs. Touched her front from top to bottom. Hmm, wonder what the lady in black was thinking about her. She'd be like "Holy fuck, this chick is one horny bitch".. or "Mommy likeeeee"...hehe, don't know. Poor thing. Molested on stage in public. Guys were oogling at them. And i'm sure girls too. Heck, i know i was! Couldnt take my eyes off em.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a nice week. Weekends could be better spent though. Didn't do much. I did however hit the gym with dad at True Fitness today. Free 2 week trial thing. Man, i swear i live on free gym trials. Haha. Been at it for many times now at different gyms. Hope to sign up at Celeb fitness soon. Love the classes there. But i'm feeling broke. =( Guess it's coz of the laptop and other things like hair saloon (just trimmed and dyed my hair for RM225, almost had a heart attack *sobz*), new car radio (my original RAIN CD got stuck in the player, so instead, dad got a new radio, costed RM400, sis and i divided the cost *sigh* WHY MUST REPLACE WHOLE RADIOOOOO???), etc. I'm stressed. It's going to be another fucking busy week at work. I'm not prepared. I want my holiday. I don't even have annual leaves until a year later. It's weird. Somehow this is against some labour akta law shit, right? *sigh* Whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel damn lifeless now. I'm in love with sunflowers now. It's such a big and bright flower. I think instead of a sun tattoo, i shall replace it with a sunflower. Haha, i'm all talk right now. Do layan me ok?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Swee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/7177543453946183005-1509308624996785627?l=sweei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/feeds/1509308624996785627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177543453946183005&amp;postID=1509308624996785627&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/1509308624996785627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/1509308624996785627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-sunday-night-tired-yet-blogging.html' title='It&apos;s a Sunday night - tired yet blogging'/><author><name>Swee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04768253712855924803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLQXAuJJOCI/AAAAAAAABe4/y0Zurovze_4/S220/n563865522_3296444_7585-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177543453946183005.post-217261419451583498</id><published>2009-04-19T22:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T23:00:51.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ball Painters</title><content type='html'>I took part at this year's Taylor's MassColympics. It was a fun experience playing paintball for the first time! Loved it, even those two shots I got at my legs. Haha, honestly I was hoping to get shot so i can have awesome bruises and show off =P. I'm retarded I know. Maybe ppl would think i was abused or something and they'll take pity on me and give me discounts when i buy stuff! Oh well, a girl can dream...right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Btw, my team consists of Jenhan, Amanda, Carmen, Adeline and me. And with all of our powers combined, we're BALL PAINTERS! hehe, love our team name. Genius. We won the first two rounds *beams in pride*.. We kicked ass for the first two teams (LET'S PAINT BALLS, POWERPUFF BOYS), unfortunately, 3rd round, our opponents were in it with one mission - to kill. Carmen got shot at her ass, while i got two shots to my legs. Haha, poor carmen. Her ass cheek kena sacrificed for the flag =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/Ses6a2eOO_I/AAAAAAAACVE/ttzjXt3rGDA/s1600-h/ballpainter2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326415217269029874" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/Ses6a2eOO_I/AAAAAAAACVE/ttzjXt3rGDA/s400/ballpainter2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ball-to-the-butt Carmen and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/Ses6bOPeHxI/AAAAAAAACVM/JSWfH_6nPBI/s1600-h/ballpainters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326415223649607442" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/Ses6bOPeHxI/AAAAAAAACVM/JSWfH_6nPBI/s400/ballpainters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ball Painters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/Ses6bNKMkJI/AAAAAAAACVU/OTcXpteYkMc/s1600-h/ballpainters3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326415223359049874" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/Ses6bNKMkJI/AAAAAAAACVU/OTcXpteYkMc/s400/ballpainters3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Observing other teams =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hhehe, on another note. While stuck at a traffic light, what do you do? Take pictures of your legs! haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/Ses3UkkS3BI/AAAAAAAACUk/-KW4V15rnz8/s1600-h/Photo+0074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326411810848562194" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/Ses3UkkS3BI/AAAAAAAACUk/-KW4V15rnz8/s400/Photo+0074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh-uh, what's this? a beautiful bruise... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/Ses3UhuiA2I/AAAAAAAACUs/1g5QpkPTZIc/s1600-h/Photo+0076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326411810086191970" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/Ses3UhuiA2I/AAAAAAAACUs/1g5QpkPTZIc/s400/Photo+0076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*at home* Oh wait, two beautiful brusies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/Ses3U9RWQdI/AAAAAAAACU0/f9kr98j-tiU/s1600-h/Photo+0082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326411817479979474" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/Ses3U9RWQdI/AAAAAAAACU0/f9kr98j-tiU/s400/Photo+0082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biggest bubu really, coz that area at the side of my knee aint filled with fats like my thighs..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/Ses3U6_iBsI/AAAAAAAACU8/4y9PSS2nr9Q/s1600-h/Photo+0083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326411816868382402" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/Ses3U6_iBsI/AAAAAAAACU8/4y9PSS2nr9Q/s400/Photo+0083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bruise lovin Swee&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/7177543453946183005-217261419451583498?l=sweei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/feeds/217261419451583498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177543453946183005&amp;postID=217261419451583498&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/217261419451583498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/217261419451583498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/2009/04/ball-painters.html' title='Ball Painters'/><author><name>Swee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04768253712855924803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLQXAuJJOCI/AAAAAAAABe4/y0Zurovze_4/S220/n563865522_3296444_7585-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/Ses6a2eOO_I/AAAAAAAACVE/ttzjXt3rGDA/s72-c/ballpainter2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177543453946183005.post-6479592937825437479</id><published>2009-04-19T20:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T01:31:07.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Genting</title><content type='html'>Few weeks ago Lee, Siree, Joyce and I went to have dinner at "Little Genting" this lookout point from a hill. The view from up there is gorgeous! Worth the starvation journeying our way to KL. God, felt like a super long journey, my stomach was filled to the brim with food disolving juices..o.O &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;Didn't know we're going there, so didn't bring a proper camera. Instead, used my phone cam =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SesaivGYBDI/AAAAAAAACTU/QWe3RQXG1dw/s1600-h/Photo+0052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326380168356824114" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SesaivGYBDI/AAAAAAAACTU/QWe3RQXG1dw/s400/Photo+0052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SesaiyBbLaI/AAAAAAAACTc/1ERTXPrTHyk/s1600-h/Photo+0053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326380169141366178" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SesaiyBbLaI/AAAAAAAACTc/1ERTXPrTHyk/s400/Photo+0053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/Sesai3cs_HI/AAAAAAAACTk/6n_gNaVt4IM/s1600-h/Photo+0054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326380170597956722" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/Sesai3cs_HI/AAAAAAAACTk/6n_gNaVt4IM/s400/Photo+0054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SesajPVREbI/AAAAAAAACTs/vdoV6baurg4/s1600-h/Photo+0055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326380177009217970" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SesajPVREbI/AAAAAAAACTs/vdoV6baurg4/s400/Photo+0055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SesbiqcjGRI/AAAAAAAACT0/fcZPz-wI9f0/s1600-h/Photo+0057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326381266619275538" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SesbiqcjGRI/AAAAAAAACT0/fcZPz-wI9f0/s400/Photo+0057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/Sesbir1TwII/AAAAAAAACT8/7ljLt1NVBzw/s1600-h/Photo+0059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326381266991562882" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/Sesbir1TwII/AAAAAAAACT8/7ljLt1NVBzw/s400/Photo+0059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/Sesbi8sHx7I/AAAAAAAACUE/9IPNiuiQ71w/s1600-h/Photo+0060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326381271516432306" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/Sesbi8sHx7I/AAAAAAAACUE/9IPNiuiQ71w/s400/Photo+0060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/Sesbi1K_TlI/AAAAAAAACUM/btX9q_vc1b8/s1600-h/Photo+0061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326381269498416722" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/Sesbi1K_TlI/AAAAAAAACUM/btX9q_vc1b8/s400/Photo+0061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SesbjMvbJ9I/AAAAAAAACUU/xgwaUQLBmAE/s1600-h/Photo+0063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326381275825252306" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SesbjMvbJ9I/AAAAAAAACUU/xgwaUQLBmAE/s400/Photo+0063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SescBPm4iTI/AAAAAAAACUc/LN0txVRRFas/s1600-h/Photo+0064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326381791990810930" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SescBPm4iTI/AAAAAAAACUc/LN0txVRRFas/s400/Photo+0064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miss Sweewius&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/7177543453946183005-6479592937825437479?l=sweei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/feeds/6479592937825437479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177543453946183005&amp;postID=6479592937825437479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/6479592937825437479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/6479592937825437479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/2009/04/little-genting.html' title='Little Genting'/><author><name>Swee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04768253712855924803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLQXAuJJOCI/AAAAAAAABe4/y0Zurovze_4/S220/n563865522_3296444_7585-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SesaivGYBDI/AAAAAAAACTU/QWe3RQXG1dw/s72-c/Photo+0052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177543453946183005.post-1623859012967958177</id><published>2009-04-16T23:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T23:42:50.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Superfly!</title><content type='html'>HEY YALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been updating and I sincerely apologise &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;*gags* *pukes* *throws up*&lt;/span&gt; to my loyal readers &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;*gags*&lt;/span&gt;. Hehe. Just thought I'd entertain you guys with a really super funny short clip on SUPERFLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LYE3riHLptI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LYE3riHLptI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now tell me, who's your dad-deh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;miss sweewius&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177543453946183005-1623859012967958177?l=sweei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/feeds/1623859012967958177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177543453946183005&amp;postID=1623859012967958177&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/1623859012967958177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/1623859012967958177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/2009/04/superfly.html' title='Superfly!'/><author><name>Swee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04768253712855924803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLQXAuJJOCI/AAAAAAAABe4/y0Zurovze_4/S220/n563865522_3296444_7585-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177543453946183005.post-8204697410524717326</id><published>2009-02-23T22:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T23:13:53.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That happy feeling going down under =P</title><content type='html'>I'm leaving to &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Australia&lt;/span&gt; for a 10-day holiday trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The excitement begins this 6 March 2009 (Friday night)! o.O sounds like a promo..=_="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, it's a good thing this holiday trip is coming up soon within less than 2 weeks. Sis booked tickets in May last year while i was in Sabah with my mates for a 5 day trip. Suddenly a got random call from my sis asking if i wanted to go or not...I was like "Sure!" =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going with sis and dad. I'm glad this trip is coming up. After all the shit load i've been through for almost 2 months of stress due to 2 boys (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;fuckiest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; time of my life I tell you), I'm gonna have a hell of a good time in Aussie and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;forget&lt;/span&gt; everything&lt;/span&gt;! Will be landing in Gold Coast, chill there, then depart to Sydney, chill there, then get back to Gold Coast and leave for Malaysia (awwhh, that'll be the most depressing time, back to hell).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing i'm gonna have a rough time is packing!!! I need to make a list of the things i need from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, i've been saying the word "fuck" alot and even created a new word - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;fucktardic&lt;/span&gt;. That's just really sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh! What do you get when you mix the words &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"find"&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"parking"&lt;/span&gt; together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;FARKING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, I tersaid it in the car while Alex (driving), Zach and I were in the car trying to find parking to makan lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: Omg, so hard to farking (supposed to be "find parking") *pauses* lololololol. Omg! Did you guys just heard what i just said???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Guys: huh? nooo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: *potong steam* KK, let me ask you guys this.. What do you get when you mix the words "find" and "parking" together?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Alex: Finking??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: Finking?? you gotta be kidding me...think again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Alex: Finking lah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: =_= That's not funny.. It's farking!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Guys: *silence*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Zach: Did you take your medication today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: dumbass...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just watched "Hip Korea" today on Discovery Channel. It was a segment fully dedicated to my korean hottie Rain. *sighs* Once the one hour show started at 8pm, all my troubles just flew out of the window immediately at the sight of him. It's the best feeling ever! I'm listening to his "Rainism" album now and I'm feeling good about myself after all the emoness today and every other day once 2009 set in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; more from now on =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*this post is dedicated to Syahida because she wanted me to post something up =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177543453946183005-8204697410524717326?l=sweei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/feeds/8204697410524717326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177543453946183005&amp;postID=8204697410524717326&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/8204697410524717326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/8204697410524717326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/2009/02/that-happy-feeling-going-down-under-p.html' title='That happy feeling going down under =P'/><author><name>Swee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04768253712855924803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLQXAuJJOCI/AAAAAAAABe4/y0Zurovze_4/S220/n563865522_3296444_7585-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177543453946183005.post-456743687329572161</id><published>2009-01-24T18:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T19:00:14.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bizkit!</title><content type='html'>A lot of problems have been flooding my mind for the past week. But all is good now =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have such great friends around me. Thanks a bunch guys! I'll be there for yall when you need me too *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my happy picture with &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Bizkit&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SXryODAwhCI/AAAAAAAACSU/VXv2ewZtEdc/s1600-h/100_1063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SXryODAwhCI/AAAAAAAACSU/VXv2ewZtEdc/s400/100_1063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294810635068015650" 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/_CkacW5WJR4M/SXrycGhZ1iI/AAAAAAAACSc/e9O2wcWH0Mg/s1600-h/100_1059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SXrycGhZ1iI/AAAAAAAACSc/e9O2wcWH0Mg/s400/100_1059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294810876528416290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SXrycHpvk1I/AAAAAAAACSk/r1tOO4z8x50/s1600-h/100_1065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SXrycHpvk1I/AAAAAAAACSk/r1tOO4z8x50/s400/100_1065.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294810876831830866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*rawr* ...the little guy biting the branch, so cute ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy Chinese New Year everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177543453946183005-456743687329572161?l=sweei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/feeds/456743687329572161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177543453946183005&amp;postID=456743687329572161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/456743687329572161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/456743687329572161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/2009/01/bizkit.html' title='Bizkit!'/><author><name>Swee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04768253712855924803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLQXAuJJOCI/AAAAAAAABe4/y0Zurovze_4/S220/n563865522_3296444_7585-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SXryODAwhCI/AAAAAAAACSU/VXv2ewZtEdc/s72-c/100_1063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177543453946183005.post-2657544482585763138</id><published>2009-01-14T17:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T17:19:32.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Biscuit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My puppy shall be called &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;LIMP BIZKIT&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe, but in a cuter version, just &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Biscuit"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*grins*&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/7177543453946183005-2657544482585763138?l=sweei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/feeds/2657544482585763138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177543453946183005&amp;postID=2657544482585763138&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/2657544482585763138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/2657544482585763138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/2009/01/biscuit.html' title='Biscuit'/><author><name>Swee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04768253712855924803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLQXAuJJOCI/AAAAAAAABe4/y0Zurovze_4/S220/n563865522_3296444_7585-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177543453946183005.post-3788306909411636486</id><published>2009-01-10T16:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T16:53:24.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppy!</title><content type='html'>One day (yesterday), i reached home from work. I saw that the doggie cage outside was covered with a big piece of cloth and at the corner of the cage where the cloth didn't cover, i saw a small dark silhouette. I looked closer...thought it was a squirrel my dad picked up from the road like last time (dying), but then i shrieked - "PUPPY!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, another one more addition to the family in which my dad can't keep his hands off. He always seems to add on more lil critters into our lives eventhough he keeps saying, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"no more dogs"&lt;/span&gt;. Everytime he says that, without fail we'll get another one. He can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is cutie is so small. I think maybe about 2 months. Male. Sis wanted to name him &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Fonzie"&lt;/span&gt; from the movie Grease or &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Mr. Buttons"&lt;/span&gt; just because it sounds cute. Mum says &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Tommy"&lt;/span&gt; (WTF?!?). I say &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Travis"&lt;/span&gt;. Bryan says &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Milo"&lt;/span&gt; (awww). Wonder what my dad thinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally we give our dogs their names after seeing their personality. Russell my shih tzu is named that way because it sounds like a rascal, which is still is. Dodger my retriever is becoz when he was a lil puppy, he would always dodge at the  lil black ants, kacauing them. Hehe. Well, as for Chloe my mix breed girl, just coz we felt like she is a Chloe. Haha, no explanation needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here are some of the pics of the lil tyke. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SWhdJlcgvbI/AAAAAAAACQs/DrZeWm4VHtQ/s1600-h/100_1034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SWhdJlcgvbI/AAAAAAAACQs/DrZeWm4VHtQ/s400/100_1034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289580181598551474" 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/_CkacW5WJR4M/SWhdJsm94vI/AAAAAAAACQk/COJZT1Wa_aA/s1600-h/100_1032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SWhdJsm94vI/AAAAAAAACQk/COJZT1Wa_aA/s400/100_1032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289580183521452786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SWhdJfV7wkI/AAAAAAAACQc/YKCNMs6ApjE/s1600-h/100_1026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SWhdJfV7wkI/AAAAAAAACQc/YKCNMs6ApjE/s400/100_1026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289580179960349250" 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/_CkacW5WJR4M/SWhdJWl2X8I/AAAAAAAACQU/nbWr-LdThtQ/s1600-h/100_1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SWhdJWl2X8I/AAAAAAAACQU/nbWr-LdThtQ/s400/100_1024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289580177611186114" 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/_CkacW5WJR4M/SWhdJLzX1YI/AAAAAAAACQM/eCiDoehgXsg/s1600-h/100_1021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SWhdJLzX1YI/AAAAAAAACQM/eCiDoehgXsg/s400/100_1021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289580174715114882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SWhcNeQ_o1I/AAAAAAAACQE/-uHyBJsmU7Y/s1600-h/100_1015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SWhcNeQ_o1I/AAAAAAAACQE/-uHyBJsmU7Y/s400/100_1015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289579148879045458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SWhcNEX-f0I/AAAAAAAACP8/btmF5Y_wuDw/s1600-h/100_1012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SWhcNEX-f0I/AAAAAAAACP8/btmF5Y_wuDw/s400/100_1012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289579141929008962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing in my room after washing his feet and arse up from the poop. This is the first night i met him. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SWhcNCGP7dI/AAAAAAAACP0/sxIaqzbNlA4/s1600-h/100_1008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SWhcNCGP7dI/AAAAAAAACP0/sxIaqzbNlA4/s400/100_1008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289579141317782994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves jumping around on my comforter *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love my other three babies at home. No worries. They're not neglected of my love. Chewah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;p/s: Any suggestions on what to name him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177543453946183005-3788306909411636486?l=sweei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/feeds/3788306909411636486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177543453946183005&amp;postID=3788306909411636486&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/3788306909411636486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/3788306909411636486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/2009/01/puppy.html' title='Puppy!'/><author><name>Swee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04768253712855924803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLQXAuJJOCI/AAAAAAAABe4/y0Zurovze_4/S220/n563865522_3296444_7585-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SWhdJlcgvbI/AAAAAAAACQs/DrZeWm4VHtQ/s72-c/100_1034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177543453946183005.post-4827895515273540932</id><published>2009-01-08T23:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T23:31:10.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To have... and to hold...</title><content type='html'>I saw this in Facebook and thought this was pretty funny =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SWYbHOfng_I/AAAAAAAACPs/sGc8dy6jS6U/s1600-h/01AwcA9glHUHsAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SWYbHOfng_I/AAAAAAAACPs/sGc8dy6jS6U/s400/01AwcA9glHUHsAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288944623356969970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"This is why men aren't allowed to order wedding cakes"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*kua kua kuaaaa*&lt;/span&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/7177543453946183005-4827895515273540932?l=sweei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/feeds/4827895515273540932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177543453946183005&amp;postID=4827895515273540932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/4827895515273540932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/4827895515273540932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-have-and-to-hold.html' title='To have... and to hold...'/><author><name>Swee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04768253712855924803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLQXAuJJOCI/AAAAAAAABe4/y0Zurovze_4/S220/n563865522_3296444_7585-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SWYbHOfng_I/AAAAAAAACPs/sGc8dy6jS6U/s72-c/01AwcA9glHUHsAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177543453946183005.post-1389271168964221859</id><published>2009-01-03T02:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T03:05:27.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KM31 &amp; SS19 man</title><content type='html'>It has been a fun Friday today, left work at 2:30 pm with my colleague to each watch a crappy horror movie at 1 Utama for review purposes. I watched the Spanish horror "KM 31" while he watched "Dark Floors".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie I watched was horrible. Stupidest shit ever! Gee, what a movie to kick off my 2009...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't watch thisssss...it's so badddd... Listen to meeeeee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. Well, i just got home from my weekly mamak session and the guys (two of them) was making fun of my dad saying he should be SS19 man, our friendly neighbourhood hero. WTF!? His tat would be the spotlight emergency call for SS19 man and he wears a cape, a big black cape to each and everyone of his recuse missions. Ohyeah, his hero mobile shall be his trusty old bmw. Sheesh, how "imaginative" or syiok sendiri these guys can be. Needless to say, i was laughing my arse off at whatever bullcock they were spewing out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't seem to be interested to write a long blogspot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Btw, i'm really glad to have more time to spend with my friends *grins* and our usual hanging out sessions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So chioz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177543453946183005-1389271168964221859?l=sweei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/feeds/1389271168964221859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177543453946183005&amp;postID=1389271168964221859&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/1389271168964221859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/1389271168964221859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/2009/01/km31-ss19-man.html' title='KM31 &amp; SS19 man'/><author><name>Swee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04768253712855924803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLQXAuJJOCI/AAAAAAAABe4/y0Zurovze_4/S220/n563865522_3296444_7585-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177543453946183005.post-1502747430672230904</id><published>2009-01-01T15:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T16:34:46.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eve of 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy New Year Everyone!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a fantastic time hanging out at Sait Yie's Barbeque party last night to celebrate the coming of 2009. No fireworks going on but we could hear it coming from Sunway Lagoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies and somehow i don't want it to be the 1st of Jan anymore. I just want to it maintain in the month of sweet sweet December, where holidays are aplenty. Hehe. Not looking forward to Chinese New Year. Not much of a fun thing for me really to go back hometown. Can't really click well with my relatives. But ah, what the heck, don't be a bitch about it and just go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only i had some pics with me of last night so at least this blog spot won't look so dull. Heck, even i wouldn't want to read this post if i were you. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;All the best and make cranberry juice out of 2009 people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177543453946183005-1502747430672230904?l=sweei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/feeds/1502747430672230904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177543453946183005&amp;postID=1502747430672230904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/1502747430672230904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/1502747430672230904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/2009/01/eve-of-2009.html' title='Eve of 2009'/><author><name>Swee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04768253712855924803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLQXAuJJOCI/AAAAAAAABe4/y0Zurovze_4/S220/n563865522_3296444_7585-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177543453946183005.post-8784928876947780139</id><published>2008-12-28T14:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T14:30:52.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peek of the top!</title><content type='html'>YEAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at the peek of the top! Just when i completed blogging the previous post... he just came online, just in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out his profile was hacked. Asshole sonofabitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't care. i'm happy now. I feel the world grinning with me. I now can go out tonight with no worries. Wheeeeeeeeeeeee...!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177543453946183005-8784928876947780139?l=sweei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/feeds/8784928876947780139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177543453946183005&amp;postID=8784928876947780139&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/8784928876947780139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/8784928876947780139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/2008/12/peek-of-top.html' title='Peek of the top!'/><author><name>Swee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04768253712855924803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLQXAuJJOCI/AAAAAAAABe4/y0Zurovze_4/S220/n563865522_3296444_7585-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177543453946183005.post-4540819207175072535</id><published>2008-12-28T13:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T14:20:34.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At the very bottom</title><content type='html'>Is it my fault? What's going on? I checked out his profile - all pictures erased, picture display changed, relationships status not shown...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask myself once again, is it my fault?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It most probably is... i don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's all up to time to smoothen things out and i hope it will be soon. Funny, how i jinxed myself with the previous post entitled &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://sweei.blogspot.com/2008/12/relationships.html"&gt;relationships&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Life goes up and down - now i'm at the very pit of the bottom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177543453946183005-4540819207175072535?l=sweei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/feeds/4540819207175072535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177543453946183005&amp;postID=4540819207175072535&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/4540819207175072535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/4540819207175072535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/2008/12/at-very-bottom.html' title='At the very bottom'/><author><name>Swee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04768253712855924803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLQXAuJJOCI/AAAAAAAABe4/y0Zurovze_4/S220/n563865522_3296444_7585-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177543453946183005.post-4314180169561258661</id><published>2008-12-27T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T23:17:42.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I won't be so hooked on you for a while</title><content type='html'>As i'm listening to DRS - Gangsta Lean &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(it's an R&amp;amp;B slow song, not as hyped hip hop as the title might sound)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; right now. Feeling really down and angry, and this song really makes me feel like blogging for some funky reason. I guess songs can be my source and inspiration to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate the phone connection between Brunei and here. It sucks. His msgs &amp;amp; calls don't get through all the time. My msges gets through to him but my calls sometimes can't. It's such a hassle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened just now totally pissed me off. It may be a small thing, but i can't help but to get bitchy about it. Scenario here is that i called him &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(only the 4th time could get through, geez)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and we talked lah, then got to a point deciding to talk online for a while before he goes out again to party &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(he parties every night, why can't i have that kind of parties here?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. In terms of call costs, it's about Rm1.50 per minute from me to him, but for him to call me would cost hella lot more...O_o..fuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i came online just for him and regretted so badly that i didn't decide to watch "John Tucker Must Die" like i was supposed to that time, coz he wasn't even online! His msn name was there and everything but no reply when i msged. I was almost at the point of cursing the daylights in that convo box, but i refrained knowing that it wouldn't do much good to our relationship. Might as well relieve my stress here, doubt he would even read my blog nowadays. Doesn't really matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i msged him on the phone after 15 mins of silence online telling him how disappointed i was in him for not being online and saying if he went out, shud've at least let me know so i won't be here like an idiot. Few mins later i got a call..when i picked up *silence* on the other end. That's how BAD the connection was people.. SILENCE. So i hung up, few mins later, it rang again. Thankfully this time i could hear him. He apologised &amp;amp; etc. Turned out he fell asleep out of exhaustion and woke up by his friend's call, that's when he read my sms. He had his reasons and i accepted though i was still f-kin upset. Couldn't say much except "okay" followed by silence. That's my trademark anger convo, okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, point of the story is. That was the reason why i updated my facebook status to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"I won't be so hooked on you for a while"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;...as a small reminder to myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure, this long distance sucks cock. Maybe i should not think about him all the time now and not msg him everyday (not like i could get his msgs also nowadays) so small stuff like this won't hurt as much. I know communication is key especially during long distance. But i don't want to feel so hooked on wanting to communicate every single day. *sigh* As the saying goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Absence makes the heart grow fonder"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(it better fuckin be true)&lt;/span&gt;&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SVZGUUVA0wI/AAAAAAAACPg/_xnyaFTheEw/s1600-h/TRUE-LOVE.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SVZGUUVA0wI/AAAAAAAACPg/_xnyaFTheEw/s400/TRUE-LOVE.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284488527634027266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;SAY WHAAAAAAAAT? Pfftt...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I NEED to go out more. If only there were more outdoor activities for me to do and to keep my mind occupied. *Oh lord help me* Hmm, this reminds me, Benita said the cutest thing on sms on Christmas day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Merry Christmas people! Remember Jesus loves you long time!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i'm going off to watch what i was initially supposed to do - watch "John Tucker Must Die", again... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suck my cock people and go about your weary lives... Pretend to be lucky and you will be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;p/s: Call me out and Jesus will love you long time *winks*&lt;/span&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177543453946183005-4314180169561258661?l=sweei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/feeds/4314180169561258661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177543453946183005&amp;postID=4314180169561258661&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/4314180169561258661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/4314180169561258661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-wont-be-so-hooked-on-you-for-while.html' title='I won&apos;t be so hooked on you for a while'/><author><name>Swee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04768253712855924803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLQXAuJJOCI/AAAAAAAABe4/y0Zurovze_4/S220/n563865522_3296444_7585-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SVZGUUVA0wI/AAAAAAAACPg/_xnyaFTheEw/s72-c/TRUE-LOVE.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177543453946183005.post-85445017110753169</id><published>2008-12-27T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T17:19:52.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas! (just added an exclamation mark to make it sound like the best Christmas ever, lol - not)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Christmas has been relatively alright. I spent the whole day at home catching up on some needed Zs in my life. Then at night, sis and mom made a Christmas dinner comsisting of mash potatoes, baked carrots, stuffing thingie, roasted chicken with celeries, apples &amp;amp; oranges, yoghurt thingie sauce for the chicken, 2 slices of medium rare beef and boiled broccoli. God, needless to say i was full as hell. Everything was nice except for the stuffing which was a mixture of a ALOT of things and the veggies that accompanied the roasted chicken. Those were horrible...The rest, was the good. OH! and for dessert, they baked apple pie...Ahhh, very very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a horrible person coz I didn't contribute at all to the dinner. All i did was hang on the computer during those crucial moments of dinner preparations. Haha. I'm such a sucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So have a merry berry Christmas suckerrrsss!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177543453946183005-85445017110753169?l=sweei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/feeds/85445017110753169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177543453946183005&amp;postID=85445017110753169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/85445017110753169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/85445017110753169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Swee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04768253712855924803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLQXAuJJOCI/AAAAAAAABe4/y0Zurovze_4/S220/n563865522_3296444_7585-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177543453946183005.post-2434266907779876053</id><published>2008-12-17T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T20:50:53.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Technology...pfftt</title><content type='html'>I'm downloading Skype now as we speak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does it take this long to download the file?!? I swear, it moves 1% per minute. Guess it'll be done in about an hour and forty minutes. Ah, the pain.. the agony of waiting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope skype will work with my computer. It kinda sucks that my MSN  can never work ever since being stuck by a virus which i so idiotically got while chatting with Denise on msn.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; "Oh, what does this link lead me to.."&lt;/span&gt; *click* &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"ARGHHHH, FUCKING RETARD VIRUS!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..ever since then, even after reformatting the computer TWICE. I could not log into MSN. It's such a sad situation. But at least there are other alternatives, like my trusty ebuddy.com. My buddy for life i tell ya. Truly one of a kind. I've tried meebo.com &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(sucks)&lt;/span&gt;, iloveim.com&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; (sucks twice)&lt;/span&gt;, webmessenger.com &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;(sucks thrice and would drown it in the Pacific Ocean if i could)&lt;/span&gt;. Needless to say, ebuddy was the most reliable and better looking amongst the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*dammit* skype finished downloading to the comp BUT can't even open to do the Skype Setup Wizard. *cries* I wanna webcam for Christ sake! I hate this computer. Moreover i hate the other computer because apparently it's having trouble going online using the USB adaptor for the wireless internet connection. At this moment i hate technology because it feeds off both frustration and comfort. *stress stress stress*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SUj07eIFYnI/AAAAAAAACPY/hNOmdqZr1Wk/s1600-h/CoorsLite1.B.5001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SUj07eIFYnI/AAAAAAAACPY/hNOmdqZr1Wk/s400/CoorsLite1.B.5001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280739865628336754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*destresssssss*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Curse you technology!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177543453946183005-2434266907779876053?l=sweei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/feeds/2434266907779876053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177543453946183005&amp;postID=2434266907779876053&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/2434266907779876053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/2434266907779876053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/2008/12/technologypfftt.html' title='Technology...pfftt'/><author><name>Swee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04768253712855924803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLQXAuJJOCI/AAAAAAAABe4/y0Zurovze_4/S220/n563865522_3296444_7585-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SUj07eIFYnI/AAAAAAAACPY/hNOmdqZr1Wk/s72-c/CoorsLite1.B.5001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177543453946183005.post-8498508906032822742</id><published>2008-12-13T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T20:57:59.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Messages in a Bottle</title><content type='html'>Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As promised in the previous post, here are some pictures of what I gave to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Peaches&lt;/span&gt; before he left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SUOvEo52fEI/AAAAAAAABlo/Y5hC91R2lEo/s1600-h/100_0445.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SUOvEo52fEI/AAAAAAAABlo/Y5hC91R2lEo/s400/100_0445.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279255682442755138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Little messages in a bottle... Allowed to be opened only when in Brunei =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SUOvEN0OVcI/AAAAAAAABlg/GiNNHX8H9Ns/s1600-h/100_0437.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SUOvEN0OVcI/AAAAAAAABlg/GiNNHX8H9Ns/s400/100_0437.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279255675171395010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SUOvDlnp_rI/AAAAAAAABlY/_bbCS0-Tw8w/s1600-h/100_0434.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SUOvDlnp_rI/AAAAAAAABlY/_bbCS0-Tw8w/s400/100_0434.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279255664381263538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Took me darn long drawing this butterfly. Though, not my design as you can see *ahem*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was boring. Boring boring boring. First weekend without Bryan. Boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, yesterday was really fun! Hung out with Joyce, Lee Winn, Sireesak, Sait Yie, Samyutha, Jeffrey, Melissa, Kimberly, Lim Zhong and Daniel.  It's nice to see old school mates again. Hope to do it again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored, call me!&lt;br /&gt;-XOXO-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177543453946183005-8498508906032822742?l=sweei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/feeds/8498508906032822742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177543453946183005&amp;postID=8498508906032822742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/8498508906032822742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/8498508906032822742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/2008/12/messages-in-bottle.html' title='Messages in a Bottle'/><author><name>Swee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04768253712855924803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLQXAuJJOCI/AAAAAAAABe4/y0Zurovze_4/S220/n563865522_3296444_7585-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SUOvEo52fEI/AAAAAAAABlo/Y5hC91R2lEo/s72-c/100_0445.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177543453946183005.post-5043195481869709788</id><published>2008-12-09T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:23:18.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationships</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Peaches&lt;/span&gt; is in Brunei now. Safe and sound =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, it's sad when you discover two people who seem like they're so meant for each other, destined to be together, have an undeniable chemistry/connection  with each other,  unexpectedly takes a down turn causing the relationship build to be... gone... shattered...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see so many friend's relationship status changing from "in a relationship" to "single" or who and who has ended their relationship. Questions start to spark off and linger in my mind whilst browsing through their profiles (yes, i'm a very curious/kay-po person):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"What happened?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"How did it happen?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just makes me wonder, will it happen to me? PERISH the thought SWEEI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perish, oh perish the thought...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177543453946183005-5043195481869709788?l=sweei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/feeds/5043195481869709788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177543453946183005&amp;postID=5043195481869709788&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/5043195481869709788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/5043195481869709788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/2008/12/relationships.html' title='Relationships'/><author><name>Swee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04768253712855924803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLQXAuJJOCI/AAAAAAAABe4/y0Zurovze_4/S220/n563865522_3296444_7585-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177543453946183005.post-360591861294510731</id><published>2008-12-09T22:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:40:28.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;N&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;W &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;A&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;O&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;T&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've grown completely tiresome of the previous one. Realised it looked pretty horrendous. I know someday in time i will realise that this current layout looks like crap too. But, in my eyes now, it looks perfect...almost. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177543453946183005-360591861294510731?l=sweei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/feeds/360591861294510731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177543453946183005&amp;postID=360591861294510731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/360591861294510731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/360591861294510731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/2008/12/n-e-w-l-y-o-u-t-ive-grown-completely.html' title=''/><author><name>Swee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04768253712855924803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLQXAuJJOCI/AAAAAAAABe4/y0Zurovze_4/S220/n563865522_3296444_7585-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177543453946183005.post-5297043280894171809</id><published>2008-12-08T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:56:06.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peaches leaving tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Wheeee...back to blogging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, i think it feels great to type here again, though not sure where this is going. =S I guess reading's &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;color:red;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://vvens.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vven's&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;color:red;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://ashleighhhh.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ashleigh's&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; blogs got me missing my own, apart from the constant guilt of not updating anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(aka &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Byran&lt;/span&gt; in his Maybank account or &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Peaches&lt;/span&gt; in World of Warcraft)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, well he'll be leaving to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Brunei&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; tomorrow, the wonderful tax-free land. Honestly, i think i need to check that place out. I can't seem to picture how it looks like. Anyway, i won't be seeing him till the &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;10th of February&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, 2 months baby! Maybe it'll be a good thing, separation yea? &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(In distance i mean, just incase you might interpret it differently) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I haven't been spending much time at home lately. Always going out with Bryan Bryan Bryan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So frequent, that whenever i tell my mum, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Mummy, i'm going out"&lt;/span&gt;. Then she'll reply &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Going out with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Bryan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; to SS15 is it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=_= So true mummy, it's almost routine. So routine infact, that i feel guilty for not spending much time at home. Sucks right having a daughter like me, right? I know i would. So maybe, just maybe this 2 month break of not seeing each other is a very good thing. Time to spend more time at home and not go out all the time. Be a couch potato! Readddd moreeee. Stuff like that. Oh yes! Blog too *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, i made &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Peaches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; a lil gift before he leaves to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Brunei&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. The picture is in the camera which my sis took to the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Krabbi&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; yesterday for a 5 day trip, so i won't be able to post it up now. Will have to wait till then. I loved my own creation! My hand ached from it, too much *ahem* colouring involved. Hehe, a gift from the heart, yo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177543453946183005-5297043280894171809?l=sweei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/feeds/5297043280894171809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177543453946183005&amp;postID=5297043280894171809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/5297043280894171809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/5297043280894171809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/2008/12/peaches-leaving-tomorrow_08.html' title='Peaches leaving tomorrow'/><author><name>Swee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04768253712855924803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLQXAuJJOCI/AAAAAAAABe4/y0Zurovze_4/S220/n563865522_3296444_7585-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177543453946183005.post-1687732915475981914</id><published>2008-09-29T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T22:43:47.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Water &amp; The House Bunny</title><content type='html'>Just a little update... Malas to blog, so I copied and pasted two reviews from Cinema Online webby. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;BLACK WATER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SODks1GfgOI/AAAAAAAABkY/oYxbt2yatSw/s1600-h/BW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SODks1GfgOI/AAAAAAAABkY/oYxbt2yatSw/s200/BW.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251448624333684962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;W&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;atch th&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;is if you like&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;d:&lt;/b&gt; “Lake Placid”, “Rogue”, “Primeval”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three cheeky monkeys sitting in a tree&lt;br /&gt;Teasing Mr Crocodile: "You can't catch me."&lt;br /&gt;Along came Mr Crocodile, quiet as can be&lt;br /&gt;SNAP. SNAP. SNAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the above were true, except that they weren't cheeky monkeys and they definitely weren't trying to be smart by teasing the crocodile lurking below them. This children's song was monotonously sang by one of the characters in the movie - what a thing to sing when you're stuck in a tree in fear! In terms of script quality, it's not too bad as it injects that needed bit of humour into the dullness of being stranded within the mangrove swamp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bahasa Malaysia subtitles in this movie is alright except for the very beginning - "Buaya Hitam". As I recall, I wouldn't really describe the croc as actually black, but let's not take things too literally shall we? As compared to the recent croc film "Rogue", surprisingly I found this film slightly better even though it involves fewer actors, with only three main characters in focus. Reason could be because it has a more realistic feel. The platform idea was&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SODmnck3ebI/AAAAAAAABlA/7ugedItyaIY/s1600-h/image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SODmnck3ebI/AAAAAAAABlA/7ugedItyaIY/s320/image.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251450730874108338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on the true story of two teenagers who were stranded up a tree in a flooded river, whilst below them the crocodile that had just killed their friend lay waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The audience is exposed to a thing or two about the saltwater crocodiles (also known as "salties" in Australia). One must always know about your enemies beforehand, very educational. Thankfully, the directors didn't decide to make this "saltie" retardedly humongous. It looked very realistic with a maliciously intelligent mind of its own. It knows how to psycho it's victims by rising from the surface of the water to reveal itself and its dangerous glare, and of cou&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SODmcMlAPlI/AAAAAAAABk4/NfG8ZbBEAt0/s1600-h/festival_15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SODmcMlAPlI/AAAAAAAABk4/NfG8ZbBEAt0/s320/festival_15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251450537601154642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rse many other actions in which I shall not reveal. I must say, this croc is very cheeky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pitch-black night scenes were creatively thought out, with the weather being slightly thunderous so that with every flash of lightning, you may see the characters. What I found very frustrating was the purpose of the death roll, which was deemed the most powerful killing mechanism on earth. However, at some point, it didn't seem powerful enough to really kill. What a killjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it's not a bad watch if you're into these shows where the killer animal takes the stage. However, be warned as in the end, you might actually develop a soft spot for this killer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;THE HOUSE BUNNY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SODi6MK0JSI/AAAAAAAABj4/XLRFJpL-Dqg/s1600-h/house_bunny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SODi6MK0JSI/AAAAAAAABj4/XLRFJpL-Dqg/s200/house_bunny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251446654840874274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Watch this if you liked:&lt;/b&gt; "Legally Blonde", "The Hot Chick"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna Faris poses once again as the funny, bubbly, dumb blonde that we all are too familiar with in the latest sexy comedy "The House Bunny". Her role as Shelley fits her like a shoe, as both actress and character bind together as one with every gasp of excitement, awkward pause and funny comment. Not only did Anna do her fair share of jokes, Emma Stone made her humour known by playing the super-smart, but boy clueless, Natalie. She acts naturally as how a nerdy girl should act as she gets excited, then talks animatedly about facts which always manages to squeeze out a few pent up giggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is essentially about a Playboy Bunny who gets kicked out of Playboy Mansion for being supposedly "old". Apparently, being a 27-year-old is like 59 in bunny years - well at least it's not as bad as dog years! Fate then brings her to teach an awkward group of college girls from the sorority house called Zeta about the opposite sex as they try to become popular e&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SODnMAN2FnI/AAAAAAAABlI/ptLUJWUdiV0/s1600-h/thehousebunnypic4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SODnMAN2FnI/AAAAAAAABlI/ptLUJWUdiV0/s320/thehousebunnypic4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251451358916515442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nough to reach the minimum amount of 30 pledges needed to keep their sorority house. By being popular, it means to dress up as sexily as you can to get the attention of the opposite sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the funniest characters to watch out for is Carrie Mae played by Dana Goodman as she tried twice to get a guy's attention in a club with her "kinky" pick up lines and "seductive" movements. She sure did grab his attention, but in a way that will certainly leave you wanting her to hit on more guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Packed with comical lines, it definitely makes an entertaining watch (if you're not so much into the skimpily clad girls or over-revealing cleavages on offer). The story is stitched together with hilarious lines such as "I love charity. One time, I even let Bob Saget grind on me" and "The eyes are the nipples of the face".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SODj_mE107I/AAAAAAAABkI/btIwAs_mGAE/s1600-h/house_bunny2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SODj_mE107I/AAAAAAAABkI/btIwAs_mGAE/s200/house_bunny2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251447847206114226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly in the end, the moral of the story is - to be yourself; and it's what's on the inside that matters. This obvious lesson brought up by Shelley absolutely contradicts the first three quarters of the movie as it focuses on the girls baring their breasts and looking like prostitutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, it is a comedy after all, and a lovely one it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177543453946183005-1687732915475981914?l=sweei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/feeds/1687732915475981914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177543453946183005&amp;postID=1687732915475981914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/1687732915475981914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/1687732915475981914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/2008/09/black-water-house-bunny.html' title='Black Water &amp; The House Bunny'/><author><name>Swee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04768253712855924803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLQXAuJJOCI/AAAAAAAABe4/y0Zurovze_4/S220/n563865522_3296444_7585-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SODks1GfgOI/AAAAAAAABkY/oYxbt2yatSw/s72-c/BW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177543453946183005.post-2587855560223173850</id><published>2008-09-27T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T01:30:16.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling very bitter and disturbed</title><content type='html'>Today shall be a bitter post.. One of the bitterest post i guess. *sigh* Wished this was a sweet one instead, but yeah, i just feel like pouring out my problems in public and seeking for sympathy and comfort...but aiming more towards sympathy. =( I'm sucha sucker..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, last wednesday i lost my wallet in Midvalley (it had everything!!! every single card i've ever owned). Stupid carelessness. Didn't take care of it properly and some guy found it, (well, i'd like to think of him as a dude, could be a lady,to make it simple, i shall gender that person as a loser) kept it and msged me the next day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sms went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Loser: Found ur mykad, d'license, and id at midvalley. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(at this time i was squealing with joy in the office, informing my team mates on the good news, and also started thinking what a waste that dad and i settled the ic, drivers license and blocked my bank account this morning, therefore skipping 2 1/2 hours of work, which btw, do not lodge a police report saying "tercicir" or what shit coz it'll cost you RM110 for the first lost, Rm210 for the second lost and so on. Instead, please lie when you're lodging a Police report saying that you got robbed, or snatched theft, coz redoing your ic would cost you NOTHING. Don't judge me for telling you guys to lie ok, just trying to spread the good info in order for you guys out there to save money. It's ridiculous to spend so much for a friggin piece of card that makes your face look noseless in the picture due to the camera's light. Altogether, Atm card, Ic, Driver's license, and police report certification costed dad RM143...and alot of petrol used to go here and there like crazy. Anyways, back to the story)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me: OMG!! THANK YOU!! Btw, who are you? are you one of the workers at mid valley? service counter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Loser: nope, but can you bank in $250&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(When i received this, I automatically lost hope, cursed the loser and didn't reply loser)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FUCK OFF &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt; DIE&lt;/span&gt; LOSERRRRR!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;HATE YOU HATE YOU TO THE &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PITS OF HELL&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His number is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;0162501935&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone please call loser and fuck loser up for me? I expected more from Dad to take some action and kick his ass by reporting to the Police, trace back the number or whatever. But he only said he'd try to call and talk to the feller (don't know what dad plans to say). Dad called, but effort was in vain. No answer on the other end. Of course i expected loser not to pick up an anonymous number. But you know what's the interesting thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I googled loser's number and all that came up was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt; item...(thank god only one item)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: 500px; height: 106px;" id="detailbox" cellpadding="5"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                        &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" bgcolor="#e8e8e8" nowrap="nowrap" valign="top"&gt;Date posted&lt;/td&gt;                       &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;2007-06-02&lt;/td&gt;                     &lt;/tr&gt;                     &lt;tr&gt;                        &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" bgcolor="#e8e8e8" valign="top"&gt;Details&lt;/td&gt;                       &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;                        We offer new mattress for token amount in exchange for your old and soil mattress.&lt;/td&gt;                     &lt;/tr&gt;                                                             &lt;tr&gt;                        &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" bgcolor="#e8e8e8" valign="top"&gt;Phone&lt;/td&gt;                       &lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;0162501935&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loser's some mattress exchange dude! I mean, how can your business grow if you don't answer your fucking calls??? *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had like RM150-180 in my wallet, why can't he just take it and leave the rest behind? I know he's trying to take advantage of the situation, but it's not working. I'm in need of some justice here. But i just can't seem to do it alone and take action. Dad said it's ok, nevermind about it since driver's license already made, ic is in the process of completion, and whateverlah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh, so stressed about it. Everyday i keep thinking about it. It just irritates me to know that this loser is having my wallet! or maybe not, who knows it might already be in the trash when i never replied back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh sigh sigh* I'm so broke, no atm card yet and i'm having a huge piece of blue paper which is my temporary ic till my real one is done (probably in a month?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My luck is running out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not so happy anymore =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177543453946183005-2587855560223173850?l=sweei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/feeds/2587855560223173850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177543453946183005&amp;postID=2587855560223173850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/2587855560223173850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/2587855560223173850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/2008/09/feeling-very-bitter-and-disturbed.html' title='Feeling very bitter and disturbed'/><author><name>Swee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04768253712855924803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLQXAuJJOCI/AAAAAAAABe4/y0Zurovze_4/S220/n563865522_3296444_7585-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177543453946183005.post-4666987441746709991</id><published>2008-09-17T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T00:36:18.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Breaking News!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby Russell has turned from...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;this... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SM_fIqShlrI/AAAAAAAABjo/bWdfTpxp4GA/s1600-h/100_8997.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SM_fIqShlrI/AAAAAAAABjo/bWdfTpxp4GA/s400/100_8997.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246657430793852594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SM_fIp8s8pI/AAAAAAAABjw/Re0FwiqLQAQ/s1600-h/100_8999.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SM_fIp8s8pI/AAAAAAAABjw/Re0FwiqLQAQ/s400/100_8999.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246657430702322322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO THIS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SM_d88D14MI/AAAAAAAABjg/V0LmlArtoaU/s1600-h/100_0061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SM_d88D14MI/AAAAAAAABjg/V0LmlArtoaU/s400/100_0061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246656129894047938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, took him to the groomers to shave it all off due to his badly matted fur coat *ahem* (i was too lazy to groom him everyday, thus to make life easier, shave it ALL OFF)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pricey but worth it =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks like a pug now. Puggy Puggy. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's feels like I got a new dog =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BABY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177543453946183005-4666987441746709991?l=sweei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/feeds/4666987441746709991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177543453946183005&amp;postID=4666987441746709991&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/4666987441746709991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/4666987441746709991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-new-dog.html' title='My new dog'/><author><name>Swee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04768253712855924803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLQXAuJJOCI/AAAAAAAABe4/y0Zurovze_4/S220/n563865522_3296444_7585-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SM_fIqShlrI/AAAAAAAABjo/bWdfTpxp4GA/s72-c/100_8997.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177543453946183005.post-3873373875195071027</id><published>2008-09-06T09:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T09:25:24.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Party</title><content type='html'>Just updating so that the first words i see on my blog aren't "Stupid Fatherfuckers" anymore. Hahaha, a rather rude introduction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm awake on a saturday morning now when i clearly should be sleeping away in my bed. Somehow due to work, i always seem to wake up at 8 something instictively. *dammit* happening on a weekend is terrible. But it's also good to start the day fresh and early. But then again, i shall be hitting the sack soon after updating my social life on the net since i didn't get to do so due to hectic schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night i had a gathering with my colleagues and bosses and they were major fun! Totally enjoyed myself last night. Lazy to wanna dish out more details at the moment, so yeah, gist of the story was that it was the bomb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to go to Sher Mayne's house tonight for her Birthday Party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177543453946183005-3873373875195071027?l=sweei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/feeds/3873373875195071027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177543453946183005&amp;postID=3873373875195071027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/3873373875195071027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/3873373875195071027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/2008/09/party.html' title='Party'/><author><name>Swee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04768253712855924803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLQXAuJJOCI/AAAAAAAABe4/y0Zurovze_4/S220/n563865522_3296444_7585-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177543453946183005.post-6233124818810458639</id><published>2008-09-01T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T15:49:40.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disaster strikes</title><content type='html'>Two words to describe this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stupid Fatherfuckers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLuZzHZiU5I/AAAAAAAABi4/ZUN3dAEY-cU/s1600-h/100_0023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLuZzHZiU5I/AAAAAAAABi4/ZUN3dAEY-cU/s400/100_0023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240951694814237586" 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/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLuZzlKmj_I/AAAAAAAABjA/tB1dhjtxJvg/s1600-h/100_0024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLuZzlKmj_I/AAAAAAAABjA/tB1dhjtxJvg/s400/100_0024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240951702804664306" 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/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLubCsCuTNI/AAAAAAAABjI/K3ZP8JqS_xo/s1600-h/100_0025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLubCsCuTNI/AAAAAAAABjI/K3ZP8JqS_xo/s400/100_0025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240953061860330706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLubC1jO6_I/AAAAAAAABjY/dMCRYt15i3E/s1600-h/100_0028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLubC1jO6_I/AAAAAAAABjY/dMCRYt15i3E/s400/100_0028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240953064412605426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLubCkE4TBI/AAAAAAAABjQ/AUBV0nHiE8s/s1600-h/100_0026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLubCkE4TBI/AAAAAAAABjQ/AUBV0nHiE8s/s400/100_0026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240953059721890834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Items stolen: Coin box(don't think there's many coin in there at all) and the green top cover for the car's air purifier (wtf?!?!). Not worth busting the car window OK! Just take the car window will ya, its worth more than what you stole loser...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left my mp4 behind and sis's mp3 player cassette adapter (Thank god). I'll give you props for stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;*sighs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad day today, got a small cut from the broken glass, stubbed my toe (twice), one of my fav t-shirt is ruined, spilt some sweet and sour juice on the sofa and the day feels gloomy due to the heavy rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, two good things came out from today, mum made an awesome spicy fried yellow mee and Sher Mayne is having a party this coming Saturday! *yeay*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i'm still pissed over the car. Hate it when my dad has to deal with it being sent to the mechanics. =( Troublesome stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No cheers for today...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177543453946183005-6233124818810458639?l=sweei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/feeds/6233124818810458639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177543453946183005&amp;postID=6233124818810458639&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/6233124818810458639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/6233124818810458639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/2008/09/disaster-strikes.html' title='Disaster strikes'/><author><name>Swee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04768253712855924803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLQXAuJJOCI/AAAAAAAABe4/y0Zurovze_4/S220/n563865522_3296444_7585-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLuZzHZiU5I/AAAAAAAABi4/ZUN3dAEY-cU/s72-c/100_0023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177543453946183005.post-2883718785107719627</id><published>2008-08-31T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T23:37:12.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Hey You You!</title><content type='html'>Update on a lazy Sunday afternoon...&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (doesn't get any better than this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;folks!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan and I both created a joke on Merdeka day! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(todaylah ba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;MERDEKA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;(ma-dick-aaa)&lt;/span&gt;.. Say it fast enough and i swear it it sounds like  "Merdeka"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The example of how to use the joke is like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Guy: &lt;/span&gt;Hows &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ma-dick-aaa&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; or&lt;/span&gt; What did you think of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ma-dick-a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aa&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Victim:&lt;/span&gt; Oh, it was great! I thought it was explosiv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;e wi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;th the mega fireworks!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Guy:&lt;/span&gt; *grins like hell* glad you thought that way... (lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, lame but fun, we found it amusing anyways. Couldn't stop laughing. I can now imagine Tunku Abdul Rahman chanting that 3 times, he must have loved to boast about his tool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;MADICKAAA &lt;/span&gt;*shouts and screams of triumph from the crowd*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe, well, i didn't do much for Medeka. Didn't go anywhere to witness the spectacular fireworks display at any location, though i wanted to. Jut lazy to drive out. So Bryan and I went to have dinner at this Italian place in SS15. Lovely. Simple and no jam! But it would still be awesome to see some fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, i went to Avril Lavigne's concert last Friday night. It was drizzling abit, so they provided us with thin plastic raincoats to protect ourselves. God, it felt so hot being in that thing. THANK GOD, the drizzle stopped for after half an hour i believe (from the time we got there lah). Phew, could take that dreaded thing off me coz my skin couldn't breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLorZI5MJFI/AAAAAAAABhY/0ex1HfXV9bE/s1600-h/100_9979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLorZI5MJFI/AAAAAAAABhY/0ex1HfXV9bE/s320/100_9979.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240548827283072082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, the concert wasn't impressive at all. It didn't have a big bang to it. And there was alot of space in the red zone, too much space at the back dividing the red from the yellow zone. Guess they expected alot of people to fill the Red Zone. God, pathetic. The stage should be built higher and nearer towards the audience. The performance seemed quite short! Like about an hour and a half... or was it an hour and three-quarters. Somewhere along that line. I could sense the dissappointment in the crowd. THERE SHOULD BE FIREWORKS TO END IT. OMG, what a waste. On budget lah i feel. Felt like a low class to average concert. Like those you get at Sunway Lagoon. Lol, don't mean to di Lagoon's concert performances but yeah. This is an international artist, should be a better.&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/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLosipWPcqI/AAAAAAAABho/a7h66StHgZw/s1600-h/100_9974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLosipWPcqI/AAAAAAAABho/a7h66StHgZw/s320/100_9974.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240550090125308578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLorY1sHr1I/AAAAAAAABhQ/7RuoxqvlHoc/s1600-h/100_9980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLorY1sHr1I/AAAAAAAABhQ/7RuoxqvlHoc/s320/100_9980.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240548822127980370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The big space that didn't change even when the concert started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLosiYcbQ0I/AAAAAAAABhg/3XKd-LHAxgE/s1600-h/100_9976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLosiYcbQ0I/AAAAAAAABhg/3XKd-LHAxgE/s320/100_9976.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240550085587845954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLos_uuBt9I/AAAAAAAABh4/gEqhh6gUMOg/s1600-h/100_9990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLos_uuBt9I/AAAAAAAABh4/gEqhh6gUMOg/s320/100_9990.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240550589783455698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLotpKe8mEI/AAAAAAAABiA/zhHIsTOepnI/s1600-h/100_9999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLotpKe8mEI/AAAAAAAABiA/zhHIsTOepnI/s320/100_9999.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240551301611034690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLos_bj41VI/AAAAAAAABhw/hdXkcbXyyYY/s1600-h/100_9997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLos_bj41VI/AAAAAAAABhw/hdXkcbXyyYY/s320/100_9997.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240550584640656722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLotpLXuvAI/AAAAAAAABiI/4v6zhSI6ivo/s1600-h/101_0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLotpLXuvAI/AAAAAAAABiI/4v6zhSI6ivo/s320/101_0007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240551301849201666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLouCMCU2vI/AAAAAAAABiQ/z5F6KHK0MD8/s1600-h/101_0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLouCMCU2vI/AAAAAAAABiQ/z5F6KHK0MD8/s320/101_0012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240551731524590322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLouCtzhYBI/AAAAAAAABiY/a0bnp_lTKtY/s1600-h/101_0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLouCtzhYBI/AAAAAAAABiY/a0bnp_lTKtY/s320/101_0018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240551740589301778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst part was the beginning. Sheesh, what a let down. Totally potong steam. Know why? Coz the curtain was stuck! bloody hell. Like not enough practise. They should at least invest in heavier curtains, like velvet ones. Ahhh, gosh, the curtain looked like those ciplak curtains u use for student's events. In other word's "on budget". The image is still left in my head of that dreaded curtain which felt like forever to fully let down. Tug tug tug tug tug tug tug tug tug tug tug tug tug ..abit come down....tug again tug again tug again tug agian... Voila? Cut my steam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found that the people in the Red zone aren't much of fans. Felt abit dead at some point when a majority didn't wave their hands and sing out loud. Pitiful it wasn't a very happening crowd in my section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avril's performance was good, her voice was pretty impressive. Very nice. Plus, she's HAWT. Love the drum set. Nicely customized in pick and the trademark skull logo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pity those who paid Rm 300 plus and Rm200 plus for the concert. Money not worth. I shall never go to concerts held in Stadium Merdeka. Sucky place to hold a concert i feel. Should've been in Stadium Bukit Jalil like my Baby Rain. *sighs* I wished he'd come here again fast. I'd so love to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea! Benita left on friday night. Sad that i couldn't send her off fact that she's one of my closes bud. But yeah, i wish her well. Can't wait to see her in December! We had a farewell party for her on Thurday night, small gang. Benita, Sireesak, Arthur, Ah long, Bryan and ME! Chivas, shisha, dried sotong (omg, the bomb), peanuts, rice cakes. Ahh, i want the sotong now. damn tasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;*scroll down for a funny parody of "My Boo" for Beni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLokWnIe8wI/AAAAAAAABfQ/JfEMAJOGubw/s1600-h/100_9907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLokWnIe8wI/AAAAAAAABfQ/JfEMAJOGubw/s400/100_9907.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240541087279280898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLokxwqWwII/AAAAAAAABfY/_H8J_YbRZJU/s1600-h/100_9915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLokxwqWwII/AAAAAAAABfY/_H8J_YbRZJU/s320/100_9915.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240541553693737090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLolssu8iCI/AAAAAAAABfw/bXF0R3Fbp2A/s1600-h/100_9921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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Because balsamic vinegar in salad taste AWESOME!!! Simple shit ever! It's so good that i couldn't stop talking about it to Bryan, coz it really is and coz i like to irritate ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm signing off now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177543453946183005-2883718785107719627?l=sweei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/feeds/2883718785107719627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177543453946183005&amp;postID=2883718785107719627&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/2883718785107719627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/2883718785107719627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/2008/08/hey-hey-you-you.html' title='Hey Hey You You!'/><author><name>Swee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04768253712855924803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLQXAuJJOCI/AAAAAAAABe4/y0Zurovze_4/S220/n563865522_3296444_7585-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLorZI5MJFI/AAAAAAAABhY/0ex1HfXV9bE/s72-c/100_9979.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177543453946183005.post-2100975680511819410</id><published>2008-08-26T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T22:13:09.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation and Avril</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;GRADUATION CEREMONY!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;*screams*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we've finally gotten the news about our graduation ceremony! About time too coz it was taking too long till I couldn't care less about it. Interestingly enough, it's on the eve of my birthday &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;(you people reading to should know when, hehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and at the place where I've never been to in years and years and years, KLCC. It would be so awesome to see college mates again. A one mega huge reunion. Can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another fun fun note, I shall be going with my sis to the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Avril Lavigne concert&lt;/span&gt; this Friday. Not much of a fan really, but i'm still psyched about going there and partying with the Canadian rocker chick. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hey, hey, you, you, I don't like your girlfriend"&lt;/span&gt;. My sis's friend gave us 2 Red Zone tickets (behind VIP) so i really can't wait to experience this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god the concert is back on, geez, how pathetic of PAS to wanna ban it in the first place. *sigh*. Hold a protest for all we care, sheesh, it's your life, you time and energy wasted, not ours. Imagine the pain these sponsors would have to go through with the huge loss of cost and of course to much of the fans disappointment if it were to be canceled. Maybe fans would rebel against attending anything Merdeka-ish to get back or something. Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, Independence day seems to be on the down low. Can't seem to see much decorations here and there anymore, sad. I honestly forgot that Merdeka was around the corner without cars and houses draped with flags. Don't even know whether i'll be out there in the wild celebrating it. Hope so, coz i wanna see fireworks! Gawd, i loved the Beijing Opening Ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;It was BEAU-TI-FUL!! MAGNIFICO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Lovely and cantik.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, i need to be more dedicated to my blog, i'm losing readers!!! *swts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177543453946183005-2100975680511819410?l=sweei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/feeds/2100975680511819410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177543453946183005&amp;postID=2100975680511819410&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/2100975680511819410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/2100975680511819410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/2008/08/graduation-and-avril.html' title='Graduation and Avril'/><author><name>Swee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04768253712855924803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLQXAuJJOCI/AAAAAAAABe4/y0Zurovze_4/S220/n563865522_3296444_7585-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177543453946183005.post-8356640540346791598</id><published>2008-08-09T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T11:13:43.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I cut my hair</title><content type='html'>I've cut my hair! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(a week ago actually, tee-hee-hee)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I thought it looked damn "lala"-ish / boyish due to it's many layering (I did wanted it more layered to give add more volume to my hair). But then again, I've gotten used to it by now and am loving it. *yeay*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I malas to take pictures of my new hairstyle so you guys know how it looks like, but my hairdresser did! haha, he was taking pics of my hair with his phone for future reference for his customers. Chun chun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lazy to do a lengthy blog like how I did last time, so I shall be off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall be reviewing "4bia" on Monday... I'm so afraid to watch it by myself... omg, Thai horror film... =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~tata~&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177543453946183005-8356640540346791598?l=sweei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/feeds/8356640540346791598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177543453946183005&amp;postID=8356640540346791598&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/8356640540346791598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/8356640540346791598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-cut-my-hair.html' title='I cut my hair'/><author><name>Swee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04768253712855924803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLQXAuJJOCI/AAAAAAAABe4/y0Zurovze_4/S220/n563865522_3296444_7585-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177543453946183005.post-1313382231458261226</id><published>2008-08-05T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T20:55:41.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wall-E!</title><content type='html'>Wall-E, the cutest robot ever is coming soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SJhMD6DQerI/AAAAAAAABeY/H9u2UbZWOG0/s1600-h/advertlets-wall-e-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SJhMD6DQerI/AAAAAAAABeY/H9u2UbZWOG0/s400/advertlets-wall-e-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231014597197068978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...and i'm entering this contest to get my grimy hands on them tickets! Visit the link &lt;a href="http://www.advertlets.com/weblog/2008/07/28/advertlets-presentswall-e-watch-it-early-this-august/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to watch Wall-E because I think it's just interesting to see what he does in his life, the adventures he encounters, the awesome CG-assisted graphics in this animation, the futuristic look of the surrounding environment, and of course to see two robots in love with one another. How would that turn out? Would love to know what happens then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Moreover, i'm a Pixar fan! I love every movie from them. So personally, this makes Wall-E a must watch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SJhM08ylsnI/AAAAAAAABeo/fQiywmuqQLo/s1600-h/wall-e_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SJhM08ylsnI/AAAAAAAABeo/fQiywmuqQLo/s400/wall-e_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231015439746052722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Robots in loveeeeeee....&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SJhMidPjmwI/AAAAAAAABeg/L0MtVI_SzxY/s1600-h/wall-e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SJhMidPjmwI/AAAAAAAABeg/L0MtVI_SzxY/s400/wall-e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231015122039970562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;The cute bug-eyed Wall-E *grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so want to watch this movie!&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177543453946183005-1313382231458261226?l=sweei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/feeds/1313382231458261226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177543453946183005&amp;postID=1313382231458261226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/1313382231458261226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/1313382231458261226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/2008/08/wall-e.html' title='Wall-E!'/><author><name>Swee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04768253712855924803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLQXAuJJOCI/AAAAAAAABe4/y0Zurovze_4/S220/n563865522_3296444_7585-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SJhMD6DQerI/AAAAAAAABeY/H9u2UbZWOG0/s72-c/advertlets-wall-e-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177543453946183005.post-5116418206450341575</id><published>2008-07-28T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T22:43:28.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life Now</title><content type='html'>HELLO PEOPLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I deeply apologize for ignoring my blog these past few weeks. Don't worry, i have a perfectly good explanation for this, it's because i'm working! Working!!! WORKING!!! Currently working at Cinema Online. So far so good, i just started my first ever movie review today on Midnight Meat Train. MY colleague, ZEE and I went to Cathay to watch the Press Preview of it.  Took me like 2 hours to write that...=S...of course with a lot of reading in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i'm not working, the last thing on my mind is blogging. That basically explains why i havent been updating in a while. When i'm not working, i'm either watching tv or going out. Going out more actually instead of resting my ass at home. I can't help it! Imagine being couped up in a working environment, and in front of the computer for 9 hours, 5 days a week. Urgh, I can't stand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I...JUST...NEED...TO...GO...OUT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm wondering, why on earth am I here facing the computer after working hours? Simple, just updating my social life online. *grins* AND of course, my parents are hogging the tv. What else can I do after being deprived of such entertainment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been going well right now at this stage of my life. However, i'd still prefer going to Uni anytime just to escape and hide away from the harsh realities of working that includes waking up early in the morning, staying back an extra hour or two waiting for either dad or sis to fetch, worrying doing something wrong, being thrown with alot of workload at one time, and the list goes on. OH, the worst i think by far is having to cut short hanging out with my peeps at night or not going out at all. Fact is because i have to work the next day and have to get enough rest so that i don't look like a total zombie. But then again, it still doesn't seem to work, coz my colleagues would often ask "Are you okay? Coz you look tired"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;=_="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm sad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, continuing the "Things have been going well right now at this stage of my life" sentence. I just wanted to add that it includes my love life as well. If you haven't known already, the relationship between Lee and I didn't work out. We both just somehow didn't seem like a couple anymore. So it just had to end. However, i've actually found someone in my life now that made me feel all giddy again inside, and this time, i hope it's NOT jsut the first few weeks and will continue for months and months to come and hopefully even years. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy to have met him at Benita and Estee's drinking party EXACTLY a month ago at their condo and i'm so happy that he made the first move. He's the perfect gentleman and we're not afraid to show affection for one another. We go great together, despite the fact that he's more of a meat eater and i'm towards veggies. Look on the bright side, i can eat his unwanted veggies! *yeay, more for me* Hahaha, but if you put cheese on any vegetable, i think he'll eat it anyways. Hahaha, i gotta bring a tube of cheese paste with me somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love when he takes charge of things as i'm very indicisive when it comes to making decisions. He brings me to food places which i've never set foot in before. Mostly because i haven't heard of it before and it's rather pricey. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would often just gaze into his eyes for a good 1 or 2 minutes and he would often do that blur "What?" expression with his eyebrows. Hehe, I can definitely relate to him this song, within each and every word said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boys Town Gang - "Can't Take My Eyes Off Of You"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;   You're just too good to be true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Can't take my eyes off you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;You'd be like Heaven to touch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanna hold you so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;At long last love has arrived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;And I thank God I'm alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;You're just too good to be true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Can't take my eyes off you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Pardon the way that I stare. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;(yes, i do stare, but prefer the word gaze, sounds better)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;There's nothing else to compare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;The sight of you leaves me weak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;There are no words left to speak,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;But if you feel like I feel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Please let me know that it's real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;You're just too good to be true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Can't take my eyes off you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;I love you, baby,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;And if it's quite alright,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;I need you, baby,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;To warm a lonely night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;I love you, baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Trust in me when I say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, pretty baby,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't bring me down, I pray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, pretty baby, now that I found you, stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;And let me love you, baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Let me love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SI3YbI1Ba9I/AAAAAAAABeQ/RVG4xoXHgIM/s1600-h/100_9355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SI3YbI1Ba9I/AAAAAAAABeQ/RVG4xoXHgIM/s400/100_9355.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228072703184956370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night we met during the party...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SI3Xxee1GDI/AAAAAAAABeI/3X-j_Oy7kXM/s1600-h/Sayang.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SI3Xxee1GDI/AAAAAAAABeI/3X-j_Oy7kXM/s400/Sayang.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228071987442948146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm SO ABSOLUTELY HAPPY TO BE WITH &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BRYAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;(hehe, now only i reveal his name)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177543453946183005-5116418206450341575?l=sweei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/feeds/5116418206450341575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177543453946183005&amp;postID=5116418206450341575&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/5116418206450341575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/5116418206450341575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-life-now.html' title='My Life Now'/><author><name>Swee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04768253712855924803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLQXAuJJOCI/AAAAAAAABe4/y0Zurovze_4/S220/n563865522_3296444_7585-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SI3YbI1Ba9I/AAAAAAAABeQ/RVG4xoXHgIM/s72-c/100_9355.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177543453946183005.post-3644678003054109757</id><published>2008-07-12T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T15:54:24.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow day</title><content type='html'>I'm really bored right about now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, this brings me back to yesterday when i was feeling down in the dumps. Just felt like one of those days when time seems to move very slow. And i was on the computer that time done with checking my mail and facebook.  Soon Roger sensed my *sigh* as my personal message on msn and decided to cheer me up.   Which worked GREAT! Somehow he's always there on msn when i need a laugh and he's not even hesitant to do anything even when he's working, he just does it just like *snap*. He copied and pasted alot of jokes for me to read which were mostly dirty jokes, i didn't mind at all coz it really did the trick. Wished i saved em all and pasted it right here. But nahh, you guys can look it up yourself. Hehe, but there was one joke that stuck in my mind till now coz to me it was dead funny yet kesian. LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't find the joke tho....*sad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half Cheers !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177543453946183005-3644678003054109757?l=sweei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/feeds/3644678003054109757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177543453946183005&amp;postID=3644678003054109757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/3644678003054109757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/3644678003054109757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/2008/07/slow-day.html' title='Slow day'/><author><name>Swee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04768253712855924803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLQXAuJJOCI/AAAAAAAABe4/y0Zurovze_4/S220/n563865522_3296444_7585-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177543453946183005.post-4445143995977984605</id><published>2008-07-07T00:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T01:31:51.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A mash of events</title><content type='html'>Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday as you've all read the previous post. I went to Cheryn's Farewell party and it was fun! After countless times changing outfits and trying to decide who to go as. I decided to go as Nelly with his signature plaster thingie on his face...chun anottt. Pics can be seen on Facebook so i'll only post up some pics here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SHD_DGecr9I/AAAAAAAABdw/RbTBI8gqaJo/s1600-h/n524871887_620174_7407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SHD_DGecr9I/AAAAAAAABdw/RbTBI8gqaJo/s400/n524871887_620174_7407.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219952396865417170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my homie Chris Brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing was when i walked downstairs, mum was the first to see me in my outfit and asked, "Are you feeling cold???"...and when i walked out of the house coz Audrey and the gang was outside to pick me up, dad was talking to them and when he saw me, he went, "Eh, what's wrong with your face?!"...ahahahaa, could see him smiling away as we all laughed in the car at each others costumes. It's was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SHD_CktKzPI/AAAAAAAABdg/-_-mR04bxNk/s1600-h/n524871887_620169_5834.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SHD_CktKzPI/AAAAAAAABdg/-_-mR04bxNk/s400/n524871887_620169_5834.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219952387800354034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SHD_C5PDFXI/AAAAAAAABdo/_2X2hCyE3Rs/s1600-h/n524871887_620170_6139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SHD_C5PDFXI/AAAAAAAABdo/_2X2hCyE3Rs/s400/n524871887_620170_6139.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219952393311163762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SHD_DUngv-I/AAAAAAAABd4/dIDQNIsp7Tk/s1600-h/n563865522_3483380_7152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SHD_DUngv-I/AAAAAAAABd4/dIDQNIsp7Tk/s400/n563865522_3483380_7152.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219952400661528546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, today we celebrated Daren's Birthday early at Carls Jr. Pyramid. IT was a surprise party and a surprise it was... Well at least we'd like to think so. =P&lt;br /&gt;Here's just the group picture of all of us there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SHEAzDt__-I/AAAAAAAABeA/9AVEfh3czWA/s1600-h/n563865522_3483461_7288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SHEAzDt__-I/AAAAAAAABeA/9AVEfh3czWA/s400/n563865522_3483461_7288.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219954320270688226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I shall be off to Nuffnang's Private screening of Hancock! and guess who i'm going with? Hehehe, daddyyyy... Easylah, i don't have to drive. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can just imagine dad and I camwhoring the night away...ppffttt....hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177543453946183005-4445143995977984605?l=sweei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/feeds/4445143995977984605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177543453946183005&amp;postID=4445143995977984605&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/4445143995977984605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/4445143995977984605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/2008/07/mash-of-events.html' title='A mash of events'/><author><name>Swee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04768253712855924803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLQXAuJJOCI/AAAAAAAABe4/y0Zurovze_4/S220/n563865522_3296444_7585-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SHD_DGecr9I/AAAAAAAABdw/RbTBI8gqaJo/s72-c/n524871887_620174_7407.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177543453946183005.post-5083091590331254983</id><published>2008-07-05T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T16:17:37.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of sickness and lame jokes</title><content type='html'>Hey guys and sorry for the lack of update...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past one week, i've been really ill. Been having a flu, fever, and tonsillitis (backteria growth on both of my tonsils and some part of my throat as well, it hurts). So I felt pretty much tired, weak, having trouble breathing sometimes due to noseblock, lack of appetite, alot of air in my stomach (friggin uncomfortable in every way possible!), faint feeling, sorethroat, minor swelling at the side of my neck, pain in swallowing, and the list goes on. I felt terrible. Oh btw, talking sucks. I sound so funny and I talk softer now. Well, obviously lah. Can't go around talking loudly for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, if you're wondering why all of a sudden i'm dropped with a gigantic nuclear bomb of sickness, well i owe it all to last Friday night's drinking session at *ahem*'s (i'd rather keep the name anonymous just incase) condo, down at the garden near the BBQ pit. I so regret and yet i do not at certain points. I regretted the fact that I went overboard my drink limit which i NOW know what's my limit. I went to the bathroom for 3 friggin times puking my heart out which felt so sickening at all cost. I wasted my awesome Hokkien Cha dinner (dammit), I lost one of my love shaped earring into the murky depths of the toilet bowl which was filled with my awesome juices (lol), my throat was burning like the pits of hell from puking (i blame this for my tonsillitis as my throat was already starting to sore the very next day) and there was only tap water to hydrate myself, which i drank very little because i don't like the idea of drinking water from taps outdoors. Other than that, i've not regretted meeting so many interesting people! About 90% of the people there were total strangers to me, so it was a real pleasure striking up conversations with them with the lil help of some booze. *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's after a week now and i'm feeling way better than before, but still not yet fully recovered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, anyways, i went to Urbanscapes which at first didn't seem much of a scene on the outside when Lee and I first arrived. Let's just say that the atmosphere wasn't as crowded as i had expected. Well, it's a good thing as the location is great! Spacious with a beautiful view to boot. I was glad that i came just in time to watch Estrange perform! haha. Love that "itu kamu" song. However, the crowd wasn't that happening then and when it was the crowd's turn to sing their part. Tak cukup makan kut. Or plainly just tak cukup people. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SG8mA_ae7bI/AAAAAAAABdA/Lq9G4llU9RA/s1600-h/100_9381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SG8mA_ae7bI/AAAAAAAABdA/Lq9G4llU9RA/s320/100_9381.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219432291610062258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SG8an_VPhvI/AAAAAAAABbg/hcPES1jo9wA/s1600-h/100_9367.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SG8an_VPhvI/AAAAAAAABbg/hcPES1jo9wA/s320/100_9367.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219419767463446258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SG8aoCaVd2I/AAAAAAAABbo/8x1QznKnvYM/s1600-h/100_9368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SG8aoCaVd2I/AAAAAAAABbo/8x1QznKnvYM/s320/100_9368.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219419768290113378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy the drummer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SG8ejuFhdzI/AAAAAAAABcA/SV0DC85d0NU/s1600-h/100_9370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SG8ejuFhdzI/AAAAAAAABcA/SV0DC85d0NU/s320/100_9370.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219424092161144626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SG8hO7pjkSI/AAAAAAAABcg/gMS9SdzhP54/s1600-h/100_9378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SG8hO7pjkSI/AAAAAAAABcg/gMS9SdzhP54/s320/100_9378.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219427033559568674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rather huge old tree...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SG8jyygZMUI/AAAAAAAABc4/UnK4LJXoNPk/s1600-h/100_9376.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SG8jyygZMUI/AAAAAAAABc4/UnK4LJXoNPk/s320/100_9376.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219429848603767106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and those red lines that you see being fanned out like that makes it look totally awesome at night as it gives that illusion of laser lights as it's pretty shiny. Not kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SG8ivoyAyVI/AAAAAAAABco/QZadD81Co8M/s1600-h/100_9380.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SG8ivoyAyVI/AAAAAAAABco/QZadD81Co8M/s320/100_9380.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219428694942075218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was lovely just sitting on the stone bench overlooking the lake, you can occasionally spot some really fat looking Koi fishes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SG8fm-8W37I/AAAAAAAABcQ/s0fzlWlxRyw/s1600-h/100_9375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SG8fm-8W37I/AAAAAAAABcQ/s0fzlWlxRyw/s320/100_9375.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219425247737339826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and even DUCKS! So adorable when they quacked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SG8b3L-msKI/AAAAAAAABb4/H3n1qHgPC-s/s1600-h/ducks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SG8b3L-msKI/AAAAAAAABb4/H3n1qHgPC-s/s320/ducks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219421128067821730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SG8fmnYT7CI/AAAAAAAABcI/wGQCMAQ5QPk/s1600-h/100_9374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SG8fmnYT7CI/AAAAAAAABcI/wGQCMAQ5QPk/s320/100_9374.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219425241412135970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SG8njt-tipI/AAAAAAAABdI/5LJe4YRFYW8/s1600-h/100_9384.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SG8njt-tipI/AAAAAAAABdI/5LJe4YRFYW8/s320/100_9384.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219433987737225874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this wall of names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SG8nj1N9FWI/AAAAAAAABdQ/qCbbdt4XsYA/s1600-h/100_9391.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SG8nj1N9FWI/AAAAAAAABdQ/qCbbdt4XsYA/s320/100_9391.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219433989680207202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interior is really well designed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SG8oIXh3uiI/AAAAAAAABdY/R1mPlHaZAjM/s1600-h/100_9394.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SG8oIXh3uiI/AAAAAAAABdY/R1mPlHaZAjM/s320/100_9394.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219434617365838370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the short plays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really take that many pictures, not in much of a mood to snap away really. Sis came in at around 8 pm after watching her Beauty and the Beast play in KL. By then, I was really tired and wanted to go home, BUT, can't coz have to wait for sis. Overall, it was a pretty well organized event. I've got no complaints so far. There was ample parking space, the timing was good. Basically, KLPAC is an awesome place to host an event this big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, I'm really excited for tonight as i'll be going to &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Cheryn's farewell party&lt;/span&gt; and the theme is cross dressing as a famous celebrity! HAHAHAHHAA, it's gonna be awesome seeing girls dress up as guys and vice versa. HECK! ESPECIALLY vice versa! I'd like to see a guy dress up as Marilyn Monroe...*pls pls pls*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I for one have so many ideas buzzing around in my lil head and i've narrowed it down to two guys. One a comedian and the other a rapper. That's the only clue i'll give you guys. Haha, i'm so excited i feel like dressing up as both of them! But nah, i'm not that ambitious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to reveal who i will dress up as just yet, so i'll leave that for suspense till next time. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end this post, i'd thought of leaving you guys with some lame pick up lines that tickled my funny bone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Want to taste my dick? (What!?!)  I said, "do you want to taste my drink?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;So, you're a girl huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Stand back, I'm a doctor. You go get an ambulance, I'll loosen her clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="summary"&gt; So do ya wanna see something really swell?&lt;br /&gt;Is your dad a terrorist? Because your the bomb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Are you wearing space underwear? coz your butt looks out of this world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Is your last name Campbell? Cause you're mm mm good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Boy walks by girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Boy: "Do you believe in love at first sight, or do you need me to walk by once more."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Girl:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://maniacmuslim.com/forums/style_emoticons/default/lol_2.gif" style="vertical-align: middle; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" emoid=":lol:" alt="lol_2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the last one, damn cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177543453946183005-5083091590331254983?l=sweei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/feeds/5083091590331254983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177543453946183005&amp;postID=5083091590331254983&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/5083091590331254983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/5083091590331254983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/2008/07/of-sickness-and-lame-jokes.html' title='Of sickness and lame jokes'/><author><name>Swee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04768253712855924803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLQXAuJJOCI/AAAAAAAABe4/y0Zurovze_4/S220/n563865522_3296444_7585-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SG8mA_ae7bI/AAAAAAAABdA/Lq9G4llU9RA/s72-c/100_9381.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177543453946183005.post-5463772160604109083</id><published>2008-06-25T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T18:38:24.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>I've been cleaning up one of my drawers yesterday and i came across a few pictures that i'd like to share. Hehe, or more like dread? because it's so &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;fugly&lt;/span&gt;. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SGIWd8V0TeI/AAAAAAAABbA/4cQdFhy0J-I/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SGIWd8V0TeI/AAAAAAAABbA/4cQdFhy0J-I/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215756022118108642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, this booth picture taken in Pyramid was the worst! It was the first ever picture we've taken in the booth and i believe it was during form 1 or 2. Inexperienced. Damn fugly weih. Those in the picture is Joyce, Priya, Sait Yie and Me. Noticed the picture on the top left hand corner. It's our first picture taken and we're NOT ready! Moreover, it wasn't supposed to be the chosen one. Story is this, after the picture taking session and due to our lack of intelligence, we asked the lady outside for help. She told us that we should chose 4 pictures that we want to be printed. And the first thing JOYCE did was, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"Whatever it is, it's definitely not THIS picture" &lt;/span&gt;and points to the worst picture of the bunch. Thus, it was selected and couldn't be removed. DAMMIT. HAhahaha, goodness. Owhwell, better luck next time i'd say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SGITq5kCFeI/AAAAAAAABao/QzL7yuAxhW8/s1600-h/Untitled-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SGITq5kCFeI/AAAAAAAABao/QzL7yuAxhW8/s200/Untitled-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215752946175841762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SGITqxHuw6I/AAAAAAAABaw/VGCKsp9368E/s1600-h/Untitled-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SGITqxHuw6I/AAAAAAAABaw/VGCKsp9368E/s200/Untitled-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215752943909651362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SGITq5kCFeI/AAAAAAAABao/QzL7yuAxhW8/s1600-h/Untitled-2.jpg"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of me and Christopher in Inti College holding what i think is a python. This was taken on the 5th of July 2006. Noticed the Tumble Tots pants. I just came out from work during lunchtime to attend the reptile event. Aren't i niceeeeee? hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SGITq5kCFeI/AAAAAAAABao/QzL7yuAxhW8/s1600-h/Untitled-2.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SGIS38tRIEI/AAAAAAAABaY/IKEVrwN1yCE/s1600-h/100_9335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SGIS38tRIEI/AAAAAAAABaY/IKEVrwN1yCE/s200/100_9335.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215752070846554178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SGIS4QyVXMI/AAAAAAAABag/zInA4ocKMUk/s1600-h/100_9333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SGIS4QyVXMI/AAAAAAAABag/zInA4ocKMUk/s200/100_9333.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215752076236512450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and this is a Birthday note from Joyce when i was in form 1. Hehehe, it was like a journey through &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;memory lane&lt;/span&gt; cleaning out my drawer. The things i've found. Maybe you guys should clean out your whatever messed up compartments and find something that will bring you back a few years. It's a nice feeling. Maybe guys don't have these things, but you never know...hahaha, maybe you might find a used condom and that might bring you good memories..or bad....either one...you take your pick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;As for now, happy cleaning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177543453946183005-5463772160604109083?l=sweei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/feeds/5463772160604109083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177543453946183005&amp;postID=5463772160604109083&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/5463772160604109083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/5463772160604109083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/2008/06/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>Swee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04768253712855924803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLQXAuJJOCI/AAAAAAAABe4/y0Zurovze_4/S220/n563865522_3296444_7585-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SGIWd8V0TeI/AAAAAAAABbA/4cQdFhy0J-I/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177543453946183005.post-2527870705766498374</id><published>2008-06-24T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T23:23:46.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Letter</title><content type='html'>I love receiving letters/cards or anything that is in an envelope sent to my house! It's just such a thoughtful thing to get nowadays since almost everyone is resorting to emails and MSN to communicate. I so can remember the Birthday card Pooi San sent me 2 years ago and the Birthday card from Kishy last year all the way from NZ (so sweet). Just the thought about it makes me want to do the same. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;*grins*&lt;/span&gt; Well, just today i received a letter from &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;*dot dot dot*&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I was so excited and everything! All excitement bundled into one just at the sight of this piece of processed tree bearing my name and address.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SGDEopjC_-I/AAAAAAAABZ4/LR4BJ3euHi8/s1600-h/100_9292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SGDEopjC_-I/AAAAAAAABZ4/LR4BJ3euHi8/s320/100_9292.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215384571121696738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Sealed with a cute heart. How not to love this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first i was wondering who sent this, then all thoughts started buzzing in my head thinking is this some love letter or something. But the handwriting in the front was too pretty to be a guy's. Lol. Sorry, no offense. Just stereotyping here. Then thinking maybe it's a birthday card but NAH, birthday isn't till October. Letter from Tsu Ming perhaps? Since he said i'm a good candidate to write letters to when he's in UK since i write long msgs to people. But then, he's still here! Hmmm, so i stopped creating that suspense for myself and finally opened it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SGDE3GWaeMI/AAAAAAAABaI/1YwVckgC30Y/s1600-h/100_9295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SGDE3GWaeMI/AAAAAAAABaI/1YwVckgC30Y/s320/100_9295.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215384819371505858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Once opened, it was a card from NATALIE YAW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SGO0WFQEb0I/AAAAAAAABbI/T8UdUzBDSak/s1600-h/100_9294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SGO0WFQEb0I/AAAAAAAABbI/T8UdUzBDSak/s320/100_9294.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216211084884864834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Damn sweet of her to make it more personalized!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was inviting me to a concert in which she and her church mates organized. It's called &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;G.A.P.S concert&lt;/span&gt;. Don't really know what it stands for though. It's a free concert and it'll be happening this Saturday, 6pm. This is opened to practically anyone who's interested. All participants will be able to get 'buy 1 free 1' ice cream vouchers from Yogur Berry and also other stuff from their sponsors. Chehh, promoting pulak. Well, who knows maybe you guys would be interested in going. So i'm helping to spread the word eventhough i'm not asked to. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;*grins*&lt;/span&gt; That's the power of a letter for you. If i received this through email or facebook. Honestly, i wouldn't even read it. Too lazy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, there will be games, live performances and videos too! So if you're free, so head on down to Hosanna Praise Assembly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do visit this website for more info: &lt;a href="http://www.noethetruth.blogspot.com/"&gt;noethetruth.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SGDE3KuEXzI/AAAAAAAABaQ/e7NcUcDgImY/s1600-h/100_9297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SGDE3KuEXzI/AAAAAAAABaQ/e7NcUcDgImY/s320/100_9297.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215384820544462642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;L&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;v&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweei&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177543453946183005-2527870705766498374?l=sweei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/feeds/2527870705766498374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177543453946183005&amp;postID=2527870705766498374&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/2527870705766498374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/2527870705766498374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-love-receiving-letterscards-or.html' title='The Letter'/><author><name>Swee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04768253712855924803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLQXAuJJOCI/AAAAAAAABe4/y0Zurovze_4/S220/n563865522_3296444_7585-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SGDEopjC_-I/AAAAAAAABZ4/LR4BJ3euHi8/s72-c/100_9292.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177543453946183005.post-6346849166451913488</id><published>2008-06-19T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T23:39:13.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leave Me Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;*warning warning*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Emo dogs in the house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;*warning warning*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Does not want to be disturbed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SFp3AmdBvKI/AAAAAAAABZg/FNO_l5NTiwY/s1600-h/100_9223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SFp3AmdBvKI/AAAAAAAABZg/FNO_l5NTiwY/s320/100_9223.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213610370840771746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SFp3A-QQGmI/AAAAAAAABZo/Af_Z198lOf0/s1600-h/100_9224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SFp3A-QQGmI/AAAAAAAABZo/Af_Z198lOf0/s320/100_9224.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213610377229638242" 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/_CkacW5WJR4M/SFp2EMxB9jI/AAAAAAAABZA/vOVANh4xlks/s1600-h/100_9228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SFp2EMxB9jI/AAAAAAAABZA/vOVANh4xlks/s400/100_9228.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213609333153199666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Chloe: Serious case of depression till contemplating about suicide&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SFp2EfyM_fI/AAAAAAAABZI/Jbtj78rpQ2M/s1600-h/100_9229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SFp2EfyM_fI/AAAAAAAABZI/Jbtj78rpQ2M/s400/100_9229.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213609338258390514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Dodger: Mild case of depression, he's just... lazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe, that's what I did today. Found something fun that belongs to my sis and used it to torture and humiliate my doggies. Wanted to put it on Russell, but he wouldn't even let that eye mask touch his fur. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, but still relates to animals. On my way for dinner at King Crab in Kelana Jaya, the highway that is in between Giant KJ and the Lake, i saw a dead animal. Roadkill basically, but this wasn't any ordinary roadkill that we usually see like cats, dogs, rats...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;SNAKE!&lt;/span&gt; Seems like a medium sized snake if you ask me. Dang! As our car passed, I couldn't take my eyes off it. It's flesh was all open to be made publicly. Kesian. It's body was all curled and mushed up, probably when the first run over, it curled in pain then the next car ran over it thus a huge big mess munched together. Poor snake. Bloody hell! Must've come from near the lakelah. Ish, damn dangerous. I was like some excited monkey in the backseat to see a run over snake, while my dad was like, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"yeah, it's a snake"&lt;/span&gt;. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, come on! It's not like you see this every other time. I know if my sis was there, she'd be just as excited as me. Err, or maybe less lah. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&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/7177543453946183005-6346849166451913488?l=sweei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/feeds/6346849166451913488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177543453946183005&amp;postID=6346849166451913488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/6346849166451913488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/6346849166451913488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/2008/06/warning-warning-emo-dogs-in-house.html' title='Leave Me Alone'/><author><name>Swee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04768253712855924803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLQXAuJJOCI/AAAAAAAABe4/y0Zurovze_4/S220/n563865522_3296444_7585-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SFp3AmdBvKI/AAAAAAAABZg/FNO_l5NTiwY/s72-c/100_9223.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177543453946183005.post-5880125307042161372</id><published>2008-06-18T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T16:07:54.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Your Average Super Hero</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SFjUgez-_0I/AAAAAAAABYY/xzcmKcypBek/s1600-h/FF509.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SFjUgez-_0I/AAAAAAAABYY/xzcmKcypBek/s400/FF509.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213150223173353282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Imagine being in the only woman in the Fantastic Four...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Imagine being probably the ONLY woman in the world who has the ability to bend and manipulate light to render herself and others invisible and can generate force fields(which she uses for a variety of defensive and offensive effects)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;YES, i am talking about &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Invisible Woman!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big bust and everything...&lt;br /&gt;Now why would she want to turn invisible again?&lt;br /&gt;*ahem*&lt;br /&gt;We'll get to that later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SFjUg2ohL8I/AAAAAAAABYg/C2hk0x5Ho_8/s1600-h/invisible_woman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SFjUg2ohL8I/AAAAAAAABYg/C2hk0x5Ho_8/s400/invisible_woman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213150229567713218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would so love to have her super power! If you feel abit of dejavu, do not fret as i have mentioned about wanting to have invisible powers before.&lt;br /&gt;Refer to my &lt;a href="http://bittersweetcrap.blogspot.com/2008/06/superpower.html"&gt;"Superpower"&lt;/a&gt; post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, ever wondered how she lived her day-to-day life? Let's take it down a notch, like when she's not busy saving the world and before she even got together with Mr Fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;What was she doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a hot bod and a pretty face to boot, this chick here has been using her powers for her OWN good. Not saying it like it's a bad thing to think of herself once in a while instead of others (you know what i mean), but for her own personal usage. Which might I add is very much useful when in her position. What was she doing you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Well, she was busy going on multiple dates of course! &lt;/span&gt;She's not desperate, just that she has a mother who so badly wants her to have a partner since she's going to be stuck to 3 other guys whom mum aint all that pleased with. Come on, a guy who can stretch himself like a rubberband, a guy who can burn almost anything if he wants to, and a really freakishly big red looking dude who looks like he needs to soak himself in a pool of moisturizer because he looks so darn cracked! Moreover, he's called The Thing... Any mother would be afraid if her daughter was staying together with someone or something called "The Thing".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So mum's on a mission to find a good boy for her daughter so he can look after her. Kind of doesn't make much sense since Mr. Fantastic, Human Torch, and The Thing can take care of her way better than the average man can. Mums... Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Invisible Woman is being set on a blind date, she confidently goes ahead with it hoping as well that the person would be the one for her. But everything changes at the dinner table...&lt;br /&gt;The guys she goes out with has all sorts of problems with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Date #1: Guy has extreme case of sinus. Don't even try imagining it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;         #2: Guy has bad table manners, totally barbaric when handling food, imagine him handling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;women...0_o....Oh the HORROR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;         #3: Guy is emotionally unbalanced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;         #4: Guy can't forget his ex-girlfriend. Terrible. Imagine hearing this the whole night, "My  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ex does that too". Enough said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;         #5: Guy too nervous over the date, that he acts weirdly all the time. Absolutely not  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;comfortable to be with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;         #6: Guy can't keep his eyes away from her cleavage. He doesn't know how to look &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;discretely! Almost as if he's in a trance at that area. Totally out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;...and the list goes on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally when on a date, she would use her invisible powers to make her pimple invisible, food stains on her outfit be hidden, and so on.&lt;br /&gt;However, when on a date with a guy who freaks her out and would be a burden to obligue to stay, she would make herself invisible and just walk out of the date. Wouldn't even think twice of going back.&lt;br /&gt;On another note, after the first date, and the guy starts to feel lucky, he's try to plant one on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thanks to her force field...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SFjUgOP_LhI/AAAAAAAABYI/5ICkT70Ktvo/s1600-h/250px-4five.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SFjUgOP_LhI/AAAAAAAABYI/5ICkT70Ktvo/s400/250px-4five.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213150218727403026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;...not only can she stop bullets,&lt;br /&gt;she can also stop them from kissing her&lt;br /&gt;or even invading into her personal space!&lt;br /&gt;*evil laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This post is especially for Nuffnang's Exclusive private screening of Hancock!&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/_CkacW5WJR4M/SFjUgBCSefI/AAAAAAAABYQ/ZWoBA58E7dg/s1600-h/2560708185_a89c72c4c4-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SFjUgBCSefI/AAAAAAAABYQ/ZWoBA58E7dg/s400/2560708185_a89c72c4c4-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213150215180286450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To see the post, just click &lt;a href="http://www.nuffnang.com.my/blog/2008/06/09/nuffnang-exclusive-private-screening-hancock/"&gt;here&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/7177543453946183005-5880125307042161372?l=sweei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/feeds/5880125307042161372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177543453946183005&amp;postID=5880125307042161372&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/5880125307042161372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/5880125307042161372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/2008/06/not-your-average-super-hero.html' title='Not Your Average Super Hero'/><author><name>Swee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04768253712855924803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLQXAuJJOCI/AAAAAAAABe4/y0Zurovze_4/S220/n563865522_3296444_7585-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SFjUgez-_0I/AAAAAAAABYY/xzcmKcypBek/s72-c/FF509.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177543453946183005.post-5433171561505092432</id><published>2008-06-18T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T14:13:16.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Made of Honour</title><content type='html'>Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather outside right now looks like it's going to rain, it's so dark and yellowish outside. I hope a storm is coming. I could do abit of cold weather right about now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, last night sis and I went to the premier screening of Made of Honour brought to you by Advertlets. Hehe, the environment was uplifting and fun! Saw a few very known people there and lots of bloggers. The movie plot was how to say...... expected. Same as any other romantic comedy chick flick. One thing i just have to say as the moral of the story is, a boy and a girl can never be best friends and not fall in love with each other. Oklaa, maybe not fall in love, but at least have that special crushy feeling for one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SFid08kOeJI/AAAAAAAABX4/JB7lpp57dcg/s1600-h/100_9178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SFid08kOeJI/AAAAAAAABX4/JB7lpp57dcg/s400/100_9178.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213090101618178194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SFidz1iG35I/AAAAAAAABXo/otwPJbiOlTs/s1600-h/100_9173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SFidz1iG35I/AAAAAAAABXo/otwPJbiOlTs/s400/100_9173.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213090082550374290" 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/_CkacW5WJR4M/SFid0nMZCmI/AAAAAAAABXw/D2nb8v7nyyA/s1600-h/100_9174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SFid0nMZCmI/AAAAAAAABXw/D2nb8v7nyyA/s400/100_9174.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213090095881063010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I look so pale...aish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The next movie screening that was announced in the cinema by CEO of Advertlets, Josh Lim was the movie&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;somewhere next month. Would be nice to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;*oh btw, i'm not reading Sophie's World anymore. I couldn't stand the constant bickering about how philosophers are better than you common people, blabbering of myths &amp;amp; beliefs, and the stupidity of who the hell sent these written tutorials to this little girl who so weirdly accepts these anonymous letters from a stranger and learns from him/her?!?! Beh tahan lah! So i'm searching around in my sis's room for other books to read. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177543453946183005-5433171561505092432?l=sweei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/feeds/5433171561505092432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177543453946183005&amp;postID=5433171561505092432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/5433171561505092432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/5433171561505092432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/2008/06/made-of-honour.html' title='Made of Honour'/><author><name>Swee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04768253712855924803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLQXAuJJOCI/AAAAAAAABe4/y0Zurovze_4/S220/n563865522_3296444_7585-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SFid08kOeJI/AAAAAAAABX4/JB7lpp57dcg/s72-c/100_9178.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177543453946183005.post-793960951602572669</id><published>2008-06-16T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T18:28:02.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*sigh*</title><content type='html'>Monday Monday Monday... I have the Monday blues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh yesterday didn't really feel too well after I got back from 1Utama. Had a headache, sore back, sore neck and sore eyeballs! Looking up hurts, sideways hurt, basically if i move my eyeballs fast to look at something, it hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I want to rant about the parking yesterday. Killer parking lot i tell you!!! I was stressing out like hell there trying to find a parking space. Oh my goodness, talking to myself (coz got no teman in my car, no music mah, what to do?) and cursing incessantly. Usually Sundays weren't too hard to find parking, it was relatively easy. But DAMN! Due to it being Father's Day, I had to suffer and i'm sure everyone else who took ALMOST an hour to find parking suffered as well... Yes people, imagine how much petrol spent. Stupidddddd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;*note to self: never go to shopping malls on an auspicious day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any rate, it was well worth it I guess, spending time with my old primary school mate Erica. She brought along Halim, so yea, it was cool with me, didn't mind one bit and i've finally bought my sport shoes!!!! *GRINS* I'm bloody happy. I was trying to hunt for a nice pair of sport shoes all this while ever since my right shoe sole came out and plopped on the floor behind me while jogging on the treadmill in Celebrity Fitness. So embarressing !! Everyone at the back jogging behind me could see it. Joyce was nicely giggling while jogging. Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a couple of months now i've been trying to find a nice suitable one that i would fall in love with and is within budget and I've GOT IT! Sketchers were on sale so i just thought of checking it out, i spent for what felt like ages standing in front of a particular section contemplating on which design is better then trying them on. Phew, first time buying a pair of shoes without my dad beside me. I was afraid i'd buy some crappy shoe that wasn't durable and what not. I think this is just fineee, got it for 40% off. Not too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father's day was yesterday as well and so we went out for dinner...&lt;br /&gt;Then when dad knew i had a headache, he gave me these 2 patches to stick on the side of my temples. Smelt like Chinese medicine. *bluek* So i slept with it and now my pillow case stinks of it. It helped abit, but i definitely wouldn't recommend it at all. Prefer the same old odourless and effective Panadol tablets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today, Gene suddenly ring me up which totally disrupted my sleep. It was 12pm that time. Hehe, obviously i was still sleeping, why would i need to wake up early anyways? Gene called me to join him, Ju, Anna, and Shern Ai out for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;*ring ring*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Me: *in a very husky voice* ....errr...hello..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Gene: ...errr...may i speak to swee wei please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Me: ...speaking? yes gene, why arh? What time is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Gene: oh , you sleeping ah? it's 12pm now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;*jabbering on about me not feeling well*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Me: Anyways, why you call? (haha, then i realised i was talking too much and didn't know the purpose of his call)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Gene: I wanted to know whether you want to join us for lunch with Anna and all, sorry for the last minute call. First of all, i totally forgot about it, and second of all, my handphone dropped into the lake. I'll tell you the story later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Me: Ahahahahaha, okok, what time you going?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Gene: Erm..hehe, 10 minutes time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Me: WHAT?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough I had a slight headache, i still decided to join them no matter how last minute it may be. I don't know, usually when people call me out last minute i'd still go, of maybe it's the power of Gene's psycho ability. It's sad to know he'll be leaving soon next week Wednesday, so hopefully we'll have another gathering before he leaves. Apparently, this time i'm organizing it. =S. Gonelah credit...hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm having a tummy ache, not the kind that needs to go to the loo. The pain that's there but can't be shitted out. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;Okies, i'm going off to bed for a short nap as an anesthetic for the pain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177543453946183005-793960951602572669?l=sweei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/feeds/793960951602572669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177543453946183005&amp;postID=793960951602572669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/793960951602572669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/793960951602572669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/2008/06/sigh.html' title='*sigh*'/><author><name>Swee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04768253712855924803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLQXAuJJOCI/AAAAAAAABe4/y0Zurovze_4/S220/n563865522_3296444_7585-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177543453946183005.post-8502569984311494620</id><published>2008-06-14T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T16:26:05.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short review</title><content type='html'>*sighs*...I'm so bored here waiting for Lee to come over my place to play PS2 and just to hangout... I swear, he's alike a girl sometimes, takes ages to get ready...I bet he's putting on some foundation or some lip gloss about now. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm almost done with the book i'm currently reading. It's a nice read. Just plain ok. Nothing special. It tells the story of an autistic child trying to solve the mystery of who killed Wellington (neighbour's dog), and through his journey, he stumbles across a dark secret whom his father has kept for a long time. *ahem* Don't think it right to expose the secret but that's about it. You may find that some chapters dwell into the intellectual mind of the boy and how smart and capable he really is in Maths and anything that is number related. He also knows quite a handful of other information like the bubonic plague and other health related matters. Overall, to me it's just like any other children's book. Just a good read to past time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God...i'm still waitinggg... Bored as hell here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177543453946183005-8502569984311494620?l=sweei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/feeds/8502569984311494620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177543453946183005&amp;postID=8502569984311494620&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/8502569984311494620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/8502569984311494620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/2008/06/short-review.html' title='Short review'/><author><name>Swee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04768253712855924803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLQXAuJJOCI/AAAAAAAABe4/y0Zurovze_4/S220/n563865522_3296444_7585-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177543453946183005.post-1178978246631285525</id><published>2008-06-12T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T17:09:10.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Superpower</title><content type='html'>You know in Facebook there's this application to discover what kind of Superpowers you would get if you were to be a Superhero. Hmm, quite intriguing, but I didn't try that application. However, I would love to have the power to be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;INVISIBLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoohoo! Imagine all the eavesdropping you could do, guy stalking, sneaking into places  in which you're legally not allowed to, scaring the pants out of people, randomly poking enemies, and many other evil syiok sendiri behaviors. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;*evil grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, in terms of a more logical "superpower" that i'd love to apprehend and engage in on is the power to Motivate. I know, lame lame, but as a friend to others or even as a kind soul to a total stranger, motivation can be a a powerful tool to ignite the hope and cheer (omg, sounds like Christmas, corny as hell) into the lives of sad and confused kids--ahem--I mean people. Hehe. I'm usually the kind of person whom people seem to trust me with their personal problems, I for one in turn try to help as much as I can. Though, I feel like I sucked, I try, but I suck. Well, least I take the time and attention to hear them out, let them know that I care, which in fact I do. Just what I lack are those powerful moving words or just the RIGHT words that can help lower their sadness to a minimum and boost up their happiness level. Hmm, maybe I should bring a box of chocolates with me just incase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just really free! So decided to blog about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for tomorrow! Going to Cineleisure with Lee at night to watch a movie-dunno-what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be pretty busy over the weekend and i'm happy! Got everything planned out and sis got 2 free tickets to go to Advertlets premier of Made of Honor on the 17th of June (Tuesday) at TGV 1 Utama. It better be gooooood...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177543453946183005-1178978246631285525?l=sweei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/feeds/1178978246631285525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177543453946183005&amp;postID=1178978246631285525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/1178978246631285525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/1178978246631285525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/2008/06/superpower.html' title='Superpower'/><author><name>Swee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04768253712855924803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLQXAuJJOCI/AAAAAAAABe4/y0Zurovze_4/S220/n563865522_3296444_7585-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177543453946183005.post-8535941872955481378</id><published>2008-06-10T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T18:16:33.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rape of Nanking</title><content type='html'>The Rape of Nanking is a brilliant true story of how the Japanese took over Nanking with no mercy towards the Chinese civilians as they heartlessly killed, tortured, and rape their way in. How strong propaganda played its role in covering this forgotten Holocaust of World War II. It's truly amazing the way things were during those days. Leaders fought for power hence resort to war, thus many lives were taken unnecessary in a brutal way. I'm really thankful that I wasn't born during those times. Craziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Here are some interesting quotes from the book...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" id="bodytext" class="georgia md"  &gt;Chinese men were used for bayonet practice and in  dec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" id="bodytext" class="georgia md"  &gt;apitation contests"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" id="bodytext" class="georgia md"  &gt;"An estimated 20,000 to 80,000  women were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" id="bodytext" class="georgia md"  &gt; raped. Many so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" id="bodytext" class="georgia md"  &gt;ldiers went beyond rape to disembowel women,  slice off their breasts, nail them &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" id="bodytext" class="georgia md"  &gt;alive to wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" id="bodytext" class="georgia md"  &gt;s. Fathers were  forced to rape their daughters, and sons their mothers, as other  family &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" id="bodytext" class="georgia md"  &gt;mem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" id="bodytext" class="georgia md"  &gt;bers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="bodytext" class="georgia md"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; watched. Not only did live burials, castration, the  carving of organs, and the roasting of people become routine, but  more diabolical tortures were practiced... So sickening was the  spectacle that even the Nazis in the city were horrified."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Interesting quote from a website...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(http://www.centurychina.com/wiihist/njmassac/rape.htm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Those suffered most from the barbarity were women. They were not only raped by the Japanese, they were often brutally killed by the Japanese after the rape. "Sometimes (Japanese) cut off their breasts to reveal their white ribs; sometimes Japanese pierce through their lower body with bayonets, let them cry in pain! Sometimes they sticks wooden sticks, reed pipe or carrots into their lower body and stir, until they are dead, Japanese soldiers clap their hands and loudly laugh alongside" (&lt;em&gt;Ref. &lt;strong&gt; The Record of the Brutal Acts of the Japanese Invaders&lt;/strong&gt;, Political Department, KMT Military Commission, Published July 1938&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Young girls were usually not mature,..., the Japanese then tear   open their lower body and gang rape them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Ref. "The Atrocities of Japanese Invaders", Du ChengXiang, Time Publisher,   p55, 1939 edition )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Outside HongWu gate, Japanese soldiers raped a pregnant woman in a farmer home, and then cut open the abdomen of the woman and took out the fetus. In another case, Japanese soldiers wanted to rape a pregnant woman, her mother-in- law struggled to stop them, the Japanese were brutal than anything, they kicked the old lady, and cut the pregnant woman with knife, a fetus of several month flew out of the body, in a moment two lives ended like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Ref. XinHua Daily, Feb 24th, 1951)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Here are some pictures on the net which some can also be found in the book...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SE5BbxPKaLI/AAAAAAAABVo/7oJfyjFkVhg/s1600-h/ba.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SE5BbxPKaLI/AAAAAAAABVo/7oJfyjFkVhg/s400/ba.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210173764243450034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;tt style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Burying alive&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/_CkacW5WJR4M/SE5BcFcjH1I/AAAAAAAABVw/xfcXbhFjpJg/s1600-h/bay.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SE5BcFcjH1I/AAAAAAAABVw/xfcXbhFjpJg/s400/bay.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210173769668304722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;tt style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Captured civilians were used as bayonet practice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tt&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/_CkacW5WJR4M/SE5CbS2f0QI/AAAAAAAABV4/ZXVKTeUELFE/s1600-h/NM5.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SE5CbS2f0QI/AAAAAAAABV4/ZXVKTeUELFE/s400/NM5.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210174855598559490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;tt style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Two Japanese officers, Toshiaki Mukai and Iwa Noda, held a competition of beheading Chinese. They denied the accusation as "imagination" but were confronted with the above evidence published in &lt;i&gt;Tokyo Nicinichi Shimbun&lt;/i&gt;. They were executed in 1947 in &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nanjing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tt&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/_CkacW5WJR4M/SE5G3r2V1GI/AAAAAAAABWI/JfYXl6XJ5r0/s1600-h/rapebody.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SE5G3r2V1GI/AAAAAAAABWI/JfYXl6XJ5r0/s400/rapebody.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210179741391639650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A raped body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SE5JZl4UEPI/AAAAAAAABW4/8z54zZZUfm0/s1600-h/womencld.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SE5JZl4UEPI/AAAAAAAABW4/8z54zZZUfm0/s400/womencld.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210182522928107762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Female dead bodies were laid everywhere on the floors of Nanking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;These three photos are not about the Massacre but taken in Xuzhou a few months later. They were put here to show that the Japanese soldiers were so proud about the killing because the photos were sent back to Japan as postcards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SE5CbtSFkqI/AAAAAAAABWA/gO9YV1uLuj0/s1600-h/NMPCD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SE5CbtSFkqI/AAAAAAAABWA/gO9YV1uLuj0/s400/NMPCD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210174862693601954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SE4_dvOdutI/AAAAAAAABVY/c9sxWqWQefM/s1600-h/NMPCD01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SE4_dvOdutI/AAAAAAAABVY/c9sxWqWQefM/s400/NMPCD01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210171599040133842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SE4_dwGyp4I/AAAAAAAABVg/6V_WZFsAPHA/s1600-h/NMPCD02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SE4_dwGyp4I/AAAAAAAABVg/6V_WZFsAPHA/s400/NMPCD02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210171599276386178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book basically wants to inform the people out there that The Rape of Nanking exists (as it was denied many time by the Japanese due to the strong propaganda at that time) and to hopefully bring Japan to their senses to not deny their past but to admit it and insert it into their history books. They are so ashamed about their own past that their Education minister tried to sugar coat it and to eliminate the past that would have a bad name for Japan. The stupidity of it all. I mean, how can they NOT admit these atrocities when there's clear photographic and recording evidence that supports it. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" id="bodytext" class="georgia md"  &gt;At a 1994 conference on Japanese war atrocities in  Cupertino, she (Iris Change) saw poster-sized photographs of Nanjing victims -- "some of the most gruesome photographs I had ever seen in my life." In a "single blinding moment,"she found herself "suddenly in a  panic" that the massacre "would be reduced to a footnote of  history," or, worse, that "the world might actually one day believe  the Japanese politicians who have insisted that the Rape of Nanking  was a hoax."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is definitely one of my most favourite books to read. To be honest, the first reason why I picked this book up in the first place was due to the fact that it talks about the horrific torture methods during that time of the Japanese invasion. Yea, I have to admit, i'm pretty sadistic. Sorrylaaa. But seriously, everyone should pick this book up for a good read and it'll make you think about things. Depends on the individual itself on what you'd like to ponder about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book has intrigued me into watching the documentary, which I am patiently waiting for Siree to pass it to me. Hehe. Can't wait! There is also a movie based on the Rape of Nanking that was featured last year 2007. But i'd rather watch the documentary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hurry up and grab a book today! or the documentary... Whichever works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177543453946183005-8535941872955481378?l=sweei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/feeds/8535941872955481378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177543453946183005&amp;postID=8535941872955481378&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/8535941872955481378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/8535941872955481378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/2008/06/rape-of-nanking.html' title='The Rape of Nanking'/><author><name>Swee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04768253712855924803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLQXAuJJOCI/AAAAAAAABe4/y0Zurovze_4/S220/n563865522_3296444_7585-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SE5BbxPKaLI/AAAAAAAABVo/7oJfyjFkVhg/s72-c/ba.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177543453946183005.post-6631090979716765449</id><published>2008-06-08T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T20:20:48.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just plain exhausting</title><content type='html'>Ahoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a pretty good time for the past 2 days (Friday and Saturday). Which is why I am too darn tired to go out today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sait Yie came back from India last Wednesday so due to us both being quite free, we went out the whole day on Friday spending our time in Pyramid. She be my date and I be hers. hehe. Lovely. Dad was nice enough to send us both there at 2pm. So we hung out first at Sushi King chatting away as we drank hot green tea and ate the sushi that passed us by on the conveyor belt. I'm so in love with that Edamame peas btw. Great snack. After that we went around looking for my sports shoes, her waist belt and of course, checking out most of the ladies footwear. We then had dinner at 7:30 in Kim Gary. We probably spent a good 8 hours there. Amazing, we couldn't stop talking. We just kept going on and on like a never ending chatterbox will my cheeks felt sore. Siree picked us both up from Pyramid at 10pm to yam cha at Station 1. By then I was starting to feel dizzy from the Ying Yong (coffee mixed with tea, my body reacts to coffee like that,sad) and Sait Yie's stomach felt a little uneasy due to her gastritis. Moreover, that night at Station 1 I felt too upset to stay out for long due to a certain situation. In the end, we left at 10 mins past midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A super tiring day and I was having trouble sleeping. Weird. Slept at 4:30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Saturday was an exciting day at first, then it just got draggy. Harumph. Lee's brother had tickets to Summer Splash so Lee and I both decided to go and spend out afternoon there. Lee came at close to 2pm. After the horrendous traffic jam and parking woes, we found out that we had to go through another entrance into Sunway Lagoon and not the usual main entrance. Oh bugger. When we went down the escalator beside the main entrance and walked for what felt like eternity, we finally met a HUGE ASS CROWD! It stretched all the way to the MINI entrance into Lagoon. ****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in the slow moving butt-to-butt crowd. What a never ending nightmare. My toes stepped multiple times, I was being pushed so hard till I felt I could fall and die from being stampeded over (if you could see the trees there, you'd know what I mean, the crowd was insane that the trees in the way were pushed to the ground and stomped all over. Kesian) and hearing the angry united chants of "Fuck you". What a way to show your Malaysian spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I HATED SUMMER SPLASH &lt;/span&gt;for being such a loser in terms of its organization. Who the fuck organized this?!?! Summer splash to me was a big summer FLOP. We waited in the crowd for a more than 2 hours NOT to get in. Go and die please. What the hell, you printed so many tickets but you can't even let us in?!!? Please control the amount of tickets you print you suckass. We've wasted our time sweating our asses off, ciggie smoke being blown to our faces, and lame joke remarks of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;"Potong kotek dia!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;"Cabut bulu kotek dia!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;"Oi, Mawi nak lalu!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;"Cepatlah, saya nak berak!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;"Bunuh buring biru tu!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;"Saya anak Badawi!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;"Gigit telinga dia!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;"Gigit hidung dia!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;"Siapa kentut ni?!?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...and so many more)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...to the officers there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly the crowd chanted "Fuck you" a couple of times. Which Lee and I found quite irritating. Please people, don't waste your breath. They wanted to destroy the flat screen TV which was just above the mini entrance of Lagoon. Too bad they didn't. But they did manage to just pull down one bunting. LOL. Big achievement there I suppose. Screw you organizers for over printing your tickets and leaving ALOT and I mean ALOT of people out! We suffered for nothing. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never so to this event ever again because this is what you get for going to a free event. Havoc and disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we then had to rush to go to Sait Yie place as it's the meeting point for our next agenda. We're going to the Regency hotel that night to celebrate Samyutha's Birthday! So rushed we did, I went home to grab my stuff, went over to Lee's place, then Siree picked us both up and we all reached Sy's place at 7pm. Samyutha wasn't even THERE yet! She and some of her mates were supposed to lead us the way to the hotel. Well, Sammy was getting her hair done and stuff. Hence the long delay. They came at 8:15 instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hotel suite was nice. I felt relieved that I could finally take my bath after that horrid scene in the afternoon. I was sticky and icky the whole time.&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/_CkacW5WJR4M/SEvN5-nIOMI/AAAAAAAABUw/ix62zgxDpME/s1600-h/100_9028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SEvN5-nIOMI/AAAAAAAABUw/ix62zgxDpME/s400/100_9028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209483789927463106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Sait Yie and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People started coming in bla bla bla, met some of my old school mates. We were all starving and the food finally arrived at 10 something. Haha, yeah, talk about dinner. KFC and Pizza Hut. Most of them only had 1 piece of chicken and a slice of pizza. That's dinner *ahem* i mean supper for you folks! Then not enough water, and i felt dehydrated from the Coke mixed with dunno what alcohol. Anyways, to be honest, it wasn't the best party i've been to. It was just plain O...K...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There should've been games to get the crowd together or something. Half of the guys were watching the Euro football game there and that got dear Sammy pissed. Don't feel like elaborating much coz i didn't really enjoyed myself. But it was great seeing the mates that i haven't seen in ages. Least there's a plus side. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siree, Sait yie, Lee and I left at 2 something in the morning from KL. We were all exhausted  especially Lee and I from that you-know-what-bullshit-thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope next week will be a week to look forward to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KUNG FU PANDA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe. Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177543453946183005-6631090979716765449?l=sweei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/feeds/6631090979716765449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177543453946183005&amp;postID=6631090979716765449&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/6631090979716765449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/6631090979716765449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/2008/06/just-plain-exhausting.html' title='Just plain exhausting'/><author><name>Swee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04768253712855924803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLQXAuJJOCI/AAAAAAAABe4/y0Zurovze_4/S220/n563865522_3296444_7585-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SEvN5-nIOMI/AAAAAAAABUw/ix62zgxDpME/s72-c/100_9028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177543453946183005.post-6794876020670257108</id><published>2008-06-03T16:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T00:35:27.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tattoo</title><content type='html'>Hey God... wassup?&lt;br /&gt;Last night was one depressing night. I cried over dad's sudden decision. First of all he allowed me to go for a Degree (wanted to surprise the gang by showing myself up in college on the 1st day of Uni, so I didn't tell most of yall, only Audrey), but then, now he's thought twice and said that best I start working...blah blah blah (well, back to square one). I don't feel like filling in with little details and stuff. Just informing you guys on the conclusion is enough. So ... whatever ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whilst bawling my eyes out, I was msging Lee, guessed that helped abit. Then I started to think positive that you know working shouldn't be SO bad (not the end of the world basically). I feel like venturing into other things than Public Relations as I didn't really enjoy the workscope (having the experience in Essence Communications). Stupid media calls &amp;amp; media shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyways, when I was comforting myself being all positive and looking on the bright side of things, I suddenly got struck with an idea for my tattoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;SUN&lt;/span&gt;. Something that represents cheerfulness, optimism and to help remind me that whichever road that is set for me to take, there is always some good in it, the light in every darkness. I may  be seen as someone who's so carefree and happy-go-lucky. Yes, can be considered true, but obviously one can't stay that way forever right? There are also some hard sad truths about me that I don't normally share. Just stored away deep inside, still upholding that cheerfulness when in front of the publics eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, I'm excited about my sudden burst of inspiration for this tattoo. Now I'm searching for a good design. My sis is also helping me out if I need any alterations, something to make it that much special. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;I've found this nice article (click on the title) : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;" href="http://www.tattoojohnny.com/first-tattoo.asp"&gt;7 steps to a perfect tattoo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;It has got cute pictures alongside it. hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since this tattoo is going to be a forever sort of thing, my plan is to search for a design this year. Once a design is confirmed, I shall place the picture in my room for about 6 months or so to see if I get bored of it.  You know sometimes when you feel that a design is absolutely fantastic at that point of time, but then the next your perception might just change in a few months or so. For all i know now, i might think that having a Sun tattoo might be dumb. So basically, I'm on a verge of finding a design which has endless beauty for me. Something that I will definitely adore for life. I'm not going to rush myself into this of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm just going to take my time as this will last for a lifetime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;On another note, there will be an event called the "Malaysia Dog Olympic Day 2008" on 29th June, Central Park. For more info you can click on this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;" href="http://www.puppy.com.my/events/news/index108dod.html"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I may or may not go, it depends. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! On another separate note, I so so so don't like that new song by Sayla, Dina, and DJ Division entitled "Whoopsie". Too bad I can't seem to find the lyrics to that song, as I would love to highlight the *ewwwwness* and the sheer dumbness of it.... The hard breathing in the background (doesn't sound sexylarh woman, don't even try) and the ending to that song which goes a little something like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;girl part: We can do the whoopsie...like accidentally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;guy part: Yeah, do the whoopsie all night longgg...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not exactly in the right order, but somewhere there...&lt;br /&gt;*ahem* Time for criticisms. Do the whoopsie accidentally and all night long??!?! Whoopsie is supposed to be like a short time thing isn't it? Like "Whoops!" when you accidentally slipped on a banana peel or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I guess you can do the whoopie all night long if you want to. Gosh, it soo means like sex lahhh...&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;"Whoops! I'm sorry!! It just slipped into your vajaijai, so can we do it all night long since I whoopsed already?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Haha, then all night long you'll be hearing "whoops...whoops...whoops...whoops". Bit annoying eh? I'm sorry, my minds abit corrupt.&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Let it beee, let it beeEE, let it beeeee...oh...let it beeee. Whisper words of "whooopsieee", let it beeeeeEEEEEEEE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177543453946183005-6794876020670257108?l=sweei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/feeds/6794876020670257108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177543453946183005&amp;postID=6794876020670257108&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/6794876020670257108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/6794876020670257108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/2008/06/tattoo.html' title='Tattoo'/><author><name>Swee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04768253712855924803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLQXAuJJOCI/AAAAAAAABe4/y0Zurovze_4/S220/n563865522_3296444_7585-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177543453946183005.post-3596572923503601770</id><published>2008-06-01T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T19:03:59.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flo Rida and T-Pain in Malaysia?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Flo Rida and T-Pain coming down to Malaysia????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OMGWTFBBQ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;wait a minute... Or is it just Flo Rida only?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh heck! I don't care.... I want to goooooooooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, I heard about it yesterday on hitz.fm. They're coming down to perform at Mont Kiara alongside with Pop Shuvit and god knows who else &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(another local band I can't remember)&lt;/span&gt;. I'm so darn excited!!! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*wished it was free*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It'll be on the 19th of July. Kind of feels like a long wait for me. Was hoping it'll be on the 19th of June instead. Ish, wished they would tell this information in the month of July instead of now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"Please make the tickets dirt cheap...pls pls pls"&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;=P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, hope it'll be sponsored by Maxis at least. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*bighugeassgrin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; OR I'll enter in some contest and win tickets then I can bring some peeps along  so we can ALL SING &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(or i'll make them sing) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"Apple bottom jeans...boots with the furrrr...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;(with the furrrr)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;...the whole club was lookin at herrrr....she hit the flo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;(she hit the flo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; ! Next thing you know, shawty got low low low low low low low low..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine making Lee sing it... LOL! I seriously can't imagine it at all. Zip. Not. Nada. Nope. No way. Never in a million years. Even in my dreams it'll never happen. But it would be fun though! But then again I can picture him looking elsewhere and stoning, and probably looking all pissed at me making him sing...darn...mission failed. Oh well. I tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for more info next time around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177543453946183005-3596572923503601770?l=sweei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/feeds/3596572923503601770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177543453946183005&amp;postID=3596572923503601770&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/3596572923503601770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/3596572923503601770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/2008/06/flo-rida-in-malaysia.html' title='Flo Rida and T-Pain in Malaysia?'/><author><name>Swee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04768253712855924803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLQXAuJJOCI/AAAAAAAABe4/y0Zurovze_4/S220/n563865522_3296444_7585-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177543453946183005.post-2435104608002646317</id><published>2008-05-28T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T17:28:37.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shisha</title><content type='html'>I've decided to blog about this thing/trend in our society that is slowly becoming quite popular and all the rage (if it already isn't). Some say it is harmful and others say it is not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth be told, experts before say that it isn't as harmful as smoking ciggies, BUT, experts NOW say that it is. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Confused?&lt;/span&gt; Well, that's how I felt when all this while we were to believe that hot water actually opens up the pores, but to be contradicted heavily when I recently read in The Start newspaper months ago that in fact, new studies show that it closes the pores instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;What the bullcock!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I disregarded the new findings, couldn't care less. After all these years of my trust in hot water?!?! No way mannn, I still believe that it opens up the pores. Heh. I'm so pissed with scientists nowadays, their studies are somehow so so...aih, contradicting one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that basically explains the confusion within youths as some stick to the previous study and are oblivious to the current study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing my Shisha topic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SD0OGWQpt-I/AAAAAAAABUg/2upvPmoLvNQ/s1600-h/1037136-medium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SD0OGWQpt-I/AAAAAAAABUg/2upvPmoLvNQ/s400/1037136-medium.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205332246527588322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shisha is tobacco mixed with molasses and fruit flavours and tobacco product in any form contained &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;nicotine&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; All tobacco products were equally dangerous as it contained more than 3,500 chemicals of which 200 were toxic and 43 were carcinogenic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways, to keep things fair and non biased.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"It is difficult to compare which is more harmful than the other as it depends on several factors&lt;br /&gt;such as the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;frequency of use&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;how deep the inhalation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;or if &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;other ingredients are added besides tobacco itself&lt;/span&gt;," said the Deputy Head of Kuala Lumpur Health Department.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; “The water filter is a &lt;span&gt;gimmick&lt;/span&gt;. Most of the toxic chemicals and nicotine are &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;not water-soluble&lt;/span&gt;. Hence, they pass through the filter and is inhaled by a smoker, although other irritant substances, which are water-soluble, will get filtered.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Meanwhile Reuters reported last week that the World Health Organisation (WHO) had announced that a single session of smoking Shisha yields a nicotine intake equivalent to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;more than one pack of cigarettes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is also reported that Shisha smoke retained all the carcinogens of cigarette smoke while adding more carbon monoxide and a separate set of carcinogens from the use of burning coals to keep the nicotine flowing, coupled with the risk of infection with tuberculosis or hepatitis from shared mouthpieces.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Note: These information were taken from The Star Online.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Reason why I'm posting this up is because I'm concerned with someone important in my life who feels that shisha has become an addiction or is on the verge of addiction at least. I'm not trying to say that shisha is like the ultimate evil thing to pick up &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Don't terasa Ben, hehe)&lt;/span&gt;. Just that, the word &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;addiction&lt;/span&gt; got me worried sick. I don't mind it being just a social thing to do when you're out with friends. But when it comes to a point where it is integrated into the back of your mind and ultimately always makes you feel the urge to want to smoke. It becomes worrying. Right after smoking, when the session is done, and off to another place, that feeling of wanting to smoke again comes haunting you. Hate it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The thing is, it may seem as a just a fun thing to do...may make you feel cool and all that, but i hope you have the ability to control it, or at least try to. I'll be there for you. This is just the starting point and it may not seem like a big deal, but in the long run, it will be. Not only does it cost you your lungs, but money wise too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I just hope that others out there won't take shisha lightly as something less hazardous than ciggies. It could be more dangerous than you know it, depending on how you take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;So smoke intelligently I suppose. 0_o?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177543453946183005-2435104608002646317?l=sweei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/feeds/2435104608002646317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177543453946183005&amp;postID=2435104608002646317&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/2435104608002646317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/2435104608002646317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/2008/05/shisha.html' title='Shisha'/><author><name>Swee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04768253712855924803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLQXAuJJOCI/AAAAAAAABe4/y0Zurovze_4/S220/n563865522_3296444_7585-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SD0OGWQpt-I/AAAAAAAABUg/2upvPmoLvNQ/s72-c/1037136-medium.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177543453946183005.post-5514700430507789366</id><published>2008-05-26T17:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T18:47:03.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, I'm Stuck... not pleased to meet you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Hello folks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;As you can see, I've decided to change my layout to a more simple and clean look, which i very much adore... I'm so so so lazy to blog about the Sabah trip. Sorry sorry, I said I would but I just couldn't bring myself to deliver my promise due to the lack of inspiration and also the fact of having to summarize a week full of activities into a blog post is pretty time consuming if you know what I mean, with pictures and all. But then again, I have taken the liberty to upload almost all of the Sabah Trip pictures from my camera into FaceBook &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;(time consuming as well, but worth it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Note: "almost all", some are just not pretty enough to be uploaded...lol...angle problems i &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;suppose, i'm a sucky photographer if you haven't noticed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I am now at home, wasting my life away... Dad wants me to start working without a degree, I want to continue studying in Taylors with mates for my degree but friggin $, don't want to go to other college coz kinda malas to make new friends all over again, wanted to apply for a scholarship, but dad said no need since his pay is higher than average, rather give it to others who needs it more than me... dammit lah, talk so much about giving it to others, what about me? Was so confident that he'll pay for me, now he's talking about scholarships...i'm so pissed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;*sigh* I'm stuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I don't want to work... not now, not yet. working life is tough, can't stop, you're always on the run, not enough time to sleep, always on overtime, and when the weekend comes, you feel like you want to go out and catch up with mates, but still you're tired from the excessive work time spent that you'd rather stay at home and SLEEP. That was how things were during my 2 month internship. Imagine facing that till you retire. That is like eons!!!  I've got a lifetime to start working...why now? I want to hide under a rock in Uni learning subjects which most are practically useless when you're out in the real workforce, but then again it's always good to have at least a Degree in anything. I strive to get a piece of paper..hehe, doesn't everyone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;But then, when I look at it, you don't really need to have a degree in the communication line. I usually see a minimum requirement of a Diploma for a position. Basically, it's not very technical as compared to engineers, accountants and so on. It's more towards the individual's capability to communicate persuasively and fluently. Oh yeah, if you can speak and read Mandarin, you're considered God. lol. Definitely a plus point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Well, we'll see just how fate takes hold of my life... wish me luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Oh, and at least there's one more promise that i can fulfill of my last post...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm going to Gold Coast Australia next year in March with my sister for 10 days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;*yeay*&lt;/span&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/7177543453946183005-5514700430507789366?l=sweei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/feeds/5514700430507789366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177543453946183005&amp;postID=5514700430507789366&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/5514700430507789366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/5514700430507789366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/2008/05/hello-folks.html' title='Hello, I&apos;m Stuck... not pleased to meet you'/><author><name>Swee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04768253712855924803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLQXAuJJOCI/AAAAAAAABe4/y0Zurovze_4/S220/n563865522_3296444_7585-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177543453946183005.post-5938684374977606624</id><published>2008-05-21T16:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T15:36:40.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from Sabah</title><content type='html'>YEAY! Home Sweet Home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back from my 1 full week trip in Kota Kinabalu, Sabah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duration: May 13th - 20th&lt;br /&gt;People: Kerry, Audrey, Chia Wern, Caroline, Behonce, Jacqkie, Daren, and ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Carol and Jacqkie stays in Sabah. We freeloaders *ahem* stayed in Jacqkie's  house. It was great fun! Having talks a night and even the occasional snores of some people. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post up pictures of our trip very soon.. I hope to get pics from Calyn and Carol who also took pics with their cameras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time going to the beach, chilling out with each other, shopping, and of course eating alot of food, seafood that is. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and i've got MORE great news that I've found out during my trip in Sabah. Will post it in my next post. Can't wait to share it with yall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177543453946183005-5938684374977606624?l=sweei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/feeds/5938684374977606624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177543453946183005&amp;postID=5938684374977606624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/5938684374977606624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/5938684374977606624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/2008/05/back-from-sabah.html' title='Back from Sabah'/><author><name>Swee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04768253712855924803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLQXAuJJOCI/AAAAAAAABe4/y0Zurovze_4/S220/n563865522_3296444_7585-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177543453946183005.post-7912220097339062594</id><published>2008-05-09T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T20:40:37.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A trip to remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;*mimicks British accent*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I had a splashin' gud time yesterday ol' chap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;*grins*&lt;/span&gt; it was awesome! We got got lost, ate dinner, then went to Genting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't ask for a more chunted day..hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee came over to my place at 7:30pm with this huge big ass car. Those big 6-7 seater van or something. I was quite shocked to see him in it. hahaha, my lil boy in a big ass car. So not used to. Anyways, he was going to exchange cars with his uncle, that's why he drove it. But anyways, we went over to Joyce's and Sireesak's place to pick em both up for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to some mamak in SS15 to change cars with his Uncle. So we moved into a Waja. Kinda fun really changing cars. We should make it a habit everytime we go out. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They decided to go to SS2 to eat. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;We got lost&lt;/span&gt;. hahaha. Spent quite alot of time getting lost lah. But it's so so so so so fun getting lost while being the passenger! Kesian baby =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, when we finally reached out destination...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked about, quite warm lah the area. It's this hawker stall place lah. Never been there before, not too appealing anyways. So in the end, we decided to go to &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taman Megah's Ming Tien&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love that place. The atmosphere is just awesomelah. Open space and not too crowded and stuffy. By the time we reached Taman Megah it was 9:40 something like that. Quite latelah to be having dinner at around this time. What to do??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then we ate, hung around abit, laughed at nonsensical stuff then left at 11 something. After sending them back it was already 11:30pm, so that's when we left for &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Genting Highlands!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty excited as it had been many years since i've been there and I really miss the cold weather. The mates we invited apparently had curfews or had other things to do that's when we decided to just go outselveslah instead. At first I was abit worried with Lee driving up there and all. I guess it's the lack of trust I bestow upon young drivers. HAHAHAHAA. Also because he didn't wear his spectacles, so I had to lookout for the signs on his behalf. Lagi I got worried, when i thought about how foggy it might be driving up/down. But then he's driven up to Genting 3 times and yesterday was his 4th. So shouldn't be that badlah. Comfortingly, he drives REALLY WELL. Taking those turns like a pro. hehe &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;*applause*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and also it wasn't foggy at all during the journey up there and back down. THANK GOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was so happy when we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; finally reached the top!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, it was so bloody freaking cold to the maximum. Moreover, I was wearing a long sleeved shirt with a jacket. Still cold as hell. Lee just wore a short sleeved shirt...fullstop. Well of courselah, jeans and underwear too. HAHAHA, not just a plain shirt only...puh-leezeee. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept asking him all the time, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"Aren't you cold????"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then sarcastically replying while folding his arms together to keep warm, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"yeah, owh, i'm sooo cold, i'm sooo cold"&lt;/span&gt;. Cih. Could whack him over and over everytime he says that. Apparently, to him it wasn't cold at all. Said last time was colder. Seriously, I was freezing my ass off sitting outside of Coffee Bean overlooking KL, while he sits and looks like he's at the beach or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Oh Lord, why do I get cold easily?!?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My blood circulation sucks just so you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Coffee Bean, we walked around Genting basically. In and out. It was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;I enjoyed every shiver that I experienced as the wind blew harder.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;I enjoyed every bit of gripping Lee's hand hard and didn't want to let go when we walked outside of the building.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;I enjoyed when the tip of my nose when so cold till it was numb.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;I enjoyed breathing in the cool air deep into my lungs.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;I just enjoyed spending time with him eventhough I didn't talk that much, but just his presence besides me is enough to make me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ile.&lt;/span&gt;&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SCRFl38D7eI/AAAAAAAABUA/J2ZHtzN3i4g/s1600-h/100_8688.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SCRFl38D7eI/AAAAAAAABUA/J2ZHtzN3i4g/s400/100_8688.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198356386865737186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;a model of Genting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SCRFQX8D7dI/AAAAAAAABT4/d6fmY9rrKQ0/s1600-h/100_8690.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SCRFQX8D7dI/AAAAAAAABT4/d6fmY9rrKQ0/s400/100_8690.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198356017498549714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Not many people walking about...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After walking here and there and standing looking at the KL view. We decided to head back down. It was about 4:30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaking hell, while we were in the car waiting abit for the engine to heat up. Suddenly he said, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"Eh look, the cat's staring here"&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;I gave a little squeak of fear and turned... Seriously, there was this pretty orange cat with big eyes laying on the car hood beside us, staring at our direction. Without blinking, it just kept staring and staring as if we were that interesting to look at. Damn freaky lah, so we just left the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home almost 6am. It was great being there. Miss it already...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177543453946183005-7912220097339062594?l=sweei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/feeds/7912220097339062594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177543453946183005&amp;postID=7912220097339062594&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/7912220097339062594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/7912220097339062594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/2008/05/trip-to-remember.html' title='A trip to remember'/><author><name>Swee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04768253712855924803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLQXAuJJOCI/AAAAAAAABe4/y0Zurovze_4/S220/n563865522_3296444_7585-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SCRFl38D7eI/AAAAAAAABUA/J2ZHtzN3i4g/s72-c/100_8688.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177543453946183005.post-2384095745204441404</id><published>2008-05-06T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T17:49:23.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daren's Day</title><content type='html'>My Finals are OVERRRRRR!!! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;*roarrrrr*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was so many things that happened throughout the week that I havent been blogging about...but anyways, disregard it. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last day of my Diploma &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Social Psychology Exam, which was yesterday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...was one of the most memorable days of my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dear friend of mine, Daren...made my last day of Diploma worth relieving again. I'm so going to miss his goofy moments in college and of course ALL of my classmates in college man. It's such a pity that those who were done with their exam all left quite early... I wanted to hug all of them... Gonna miss seeing their faces.. Least i can see them and their updates in Facebooklah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Keep it together folks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let me elaborate on what Daren did that made my day THAT much more special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started off as any other exam day... well, not really, surprisingly, I wasn't as kan-chiong as any other exams... Exam started at 2pm and before that I was practically slacking off at home. For real. Oh well, guess it's because i can understand Psychology better than the other subjects. Atfer the exam, my mates and I hung out at the mamak. Nothing special, just chilling, Kerry telling us her absolutely grandmotherly long story about her unforgettable night at Klang's supposedly haunted cinema 9.But it wasn't a haunted storylah she was telling, instead it was about how long the movie Ironman got delayed in that cinema. Kesian, anyways, I don't want to talk about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly Daren started telling me about his awesome skill...which was his ability to turn his face &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;. I was pretty restless and bored anyways, so I layaned him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suggested that we walk outside a few steps away opposite from where we sat, under the sunshine since the huge orange umbrellas in which we were under made everyones faces look orange. So both of us went there. Mind you, the place where we stood, there was a pond right beside. If those of you who know Leisure Commerce Square,it's the pond beside the mamak where there are &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;5 sunflower poles&lt;/span&gt; in the pond at the side spewing out water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he started working his magic and yes, he magically got his face red... He did a very constipated look really. Looked like he was about to shit in his pants and all. Oklaa, it took him a couple of seconds till his face got red till I noticed his vein getting bigger on his forehead, so I told him &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"Hey you're right, your face is red....Ok ok, you can stop now, I can see your vein popping out already"&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, he looked like he was continuing, then he looked alright, then he wobbled to the left towards the POND~!!!!! OH MY GAWD, I thought he was crazy and wanted to fall back into the water!!! I was like &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"OMG!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he fell back and THANK GOD for one of those 5 Sunflower poles that i mentioned earlier. IF it wasn't there, I swear he'd fall into the water and drown. He was shaking and his eyes was half open, I grabbed a hold onto his legs struggling to pull him away from the water but of course it made no difference, coz he's really BIG!&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/_CkacW5WJR4M/SCALMctuc7I/AAAAAAAABTs/bOSAI8dK0fw/s1600-h/Daren.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SCALMctuc7I/AAAAAAAABTs/bOSAI8dK0fw/s400/Daren.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197166278479868850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Giant Daren &amp;amp; Midget Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That situation felt like ages!! seriously, i was almost dying there trying to pull daren from the pond, in my mind I was thinking&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; "why isn't anyone helping?!?!"&lt;/span&gt;...I was so focused on Daren that it didn't register in my mind to say the word &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;"HELP!"&lt;/span&gt;... I was so scared for him as he was still shaking. I was like some midget there trying to pulling a giant. What a sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took about like 7 seconds or something of what felt like ages before he regained himself and held onto me to get himself up. By then, some started coming to help. All I remembered clearly was a Singh/Indian guy in  a blue collared shirt who came first then Jacqkie. Moreover, Kerry told me he had an injured arm or something. But that I don't rememberlah. Gosh. Nice dude. Didn't even get the chance to say thank you for the effort of actually coming over to help. Still in my mind, I was wondering why none of my mates came to help even when they're the nearest ones there. Seems that they said it looked like Daren was playing around coz his eyes was still open. But then it took while for them to register that it was actually a real serious moment and not some joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daren was dazed and lightheaded. Poor dude. We quickly sat him down. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really glad he was alright in the end and that pole i just mentioned that actually supported him from going &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;*SPLASH*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; into the pond...well, lets just say that it stopped spewing out water together with the other poles. Kesiannya. Moreover, it was bent forward. The force of giant Daren I tell you. Not bad huh. Guess it'll be the famous landmark, the day the giant fell. Gosh, i should take a picture of it. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;*smacks head*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this was truly an unforgettable last day of Diploma that I will remember for the rest of my life. Daren was like sporting about it. Hehe, when I told him &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;"Daren, you just made my last day here damn chunlah"&lt;/span&gt;. Then he whispered to me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;(so that Jacqkie wouldn't hear) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;"You have to admit, that was pretty awesome, hehehe"&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't deny it man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF DAREN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up... 2 short movie reviews!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;IRONMAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that very day itself, night time actually. I went out with Lee, Benita, Joyce and David! We all went to Pyramid and watched Ironman. Let me tell you, Ironman was just OK. Wasn't the BOMB or super kao chun. It was just mediocre. But I do love the Ironman suit tho. Very smokin' hawt. Hehe. I don't want to say much about the movielah, besides that it's worth watching just once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE FORBIDDEN KINGDOM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, last last week after Orientation Night in campus, my mates and i went to catch The Forbidden Kingdom in Pyramid. I tell you, hahaha, it was funny ass shyt man. The storyline abit lame and that goes for the script as well. Tell me, how would you react to this quote...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"You have come far through the gate of no gate"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya darn right you've come through the gate of NO GATE... what did you do? drill a hole through the gate which doens't in fact have a gate? &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;*swt*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...hahaha, SS-ing here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's definitely an entertaining movie to watch. I've got no regrets watching it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's best to read this review, it's way funnier....taken from &lt;a href="http://www.hollywoodreporter.com/hr/film/reviews/article_display.jsp?&amp;amp;rid=10953"&gt;The Hollywood Reporter.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;What do you get when you mix "The Wizard of Oz," "The Karate Kid," "Rush Hour" and "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon"? You get a hodgepodge titled "The Forbidden Kingdom," which will please its core audience but won't enthrall anyone over the age of 16. (Even that might be stretching the point.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young males adore martial arts movies with plenty of well-choreographed mayhem. To ensure the involvement of that key demographic, the film provides a teenage American hero, Jason Tripitikas (Michael Angarano), magically transported from his south Boston neighborhood to ancient China, where he gets to study kung fu under the guidance of two masters of Asian cinema, Jackie Chan and Jet Li. The first-ever teaming of Chan and Li is a shrewd commercial ploy, and the movie looks poised for strong opening-weekend business. But the weak script will keep it from enduring for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the opening scene, after visiting an elderly Chinese pawnbroker (Chan), Jason is pummeled by a neighborhood bully and wakes up in China, where he is thrust into the middle of a battle to rescue an old wizard, the Monkey King (Li). He finds himself in the possession of a magical staff (much like Dorothy's ruby slippers) sought by heroes and villains alike. Friends (including younger incarnations of Chan and Li) materialize to aid him in his journey, but he also is pursued by a wicked white-haired witch (Li Bing Bing) on his way to the Emerald City -- er, the golden fortress, where an evil warlord keeps the Monkey King imprisoned in stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Fusco's dialogue is often laughable, encumbered by spiritual mumbo jumbo ("You have come far through the gate of no gate") or incongruous contemporary slang of the "Dude, what's happening?" variety. But few people go to martial arts movies to savor the elegant language, and as an action extravaganza, the film delivers. Cinematographer Peter Pau and choreographer Woo-Ping Yuen honed their skills on "Crouching Tiger" and many other Asian and American movies. "Kingdom" was filmed in China and benefits from lush costume and set design.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Li as the Zen master and Chan as his more comical sidekick build on their familiar personas and demonstrate the chops that their fans appreciate. Angarano, who recently appeared in the very different "Snow Angels," is rapidly establishing himself as one of the most promising young American actors. The rest of the performers meet the demands of their roles, which are not exactly arduous. Under Rob Minkoff's direction, everything unfolds predictably, which is why the film ultimately becomes tedious. The fight scenes (including Jason's climactic battle with the bullies back in south Boston) are fun, but the filler in between is deadlier than one of Li's lethal kicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;H&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;EE&lt;/span&gt;RS&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Call me OUT people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/7177543453946183005-2384095745204441404?l=sweei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/feeds/2384095745204441404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177543453946183005&amp;postID=2384095745204441404&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/2384095745204441404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/2384095745204441404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/2008/05/darens-day.html' title='Daren&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Swee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04768253712855924803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLQXAuJJOCI/AAAAAAAABe4/y0Zurovze_4/S220/n563865522_3296444_7585-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SCALMctuc7I/AAAAAAAABTs/bOSAI8dK0fw/s72-c/Daren.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177543453946183005.post-2978903181848979945</id><published>2008-04-27T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T14:41:10.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Grace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Real Name: Lai Swee Wei (wow, that's something new...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nickname: Sweei, Sway, Sawi-wei, sweeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Married: Nope, and not looking forward to it either =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Male/Female: Female&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;High school: SMK SS17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;College: Taylor's College PJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Are You A Healthy Freak?: Sort of...YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do You Have A Crush On Someone?: i do i do i do i do ooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do You Like Yourself: *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;First..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Surgery: Never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Person You See In The Morning: Mummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Award: Won 2nd place in the tallest buidling built with straws in Standard 3 (team effort)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sport You Join: Badminton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vacation: I don't know!!! It all happened when I was a baby...*dammit* can't remember shyt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Concert: The Corrs...AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Drink: IF you mean by alcoholic ones, then I guess it's some funky beer, Carlsberg? If non-alcoholic, then it should be mum's susulah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Your future..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Want Kids: Yeap, if only guys give birth *dammit*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Want To Get Married: Like I said before, not looking forward to it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Careers In Mind: Advertising&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Which is better?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lips Or Eyes?: Eyes because I want to see the things around me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hugs Or Kisses?: Hugs! Keeps me warm, lovely feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shorter Or Taller?: Taller! no kidding..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Romantic Or Spontaneous?: Spontaneous (more fun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sensitive Or Loud?: Sensitive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Troublemaker Or Hesitant?: heh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kissed A Stranger?: No, but it would be interesting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Drank Bubbles: 0_o, why of all things you want to ask whether I've drank bubbles?!?! hahaha, should try asking if i've tried laughing gas or sth, I'd try it if it weren't so bloody expensive for a can... what a rip off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lost Glasses / Contacts: Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ran Away From Home: Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Liked Someone Younger: Yeup, no doubt about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Broke someone's heart: Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Been arrested: Good question....NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cried when someone died: OMG, definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you believe in..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yourself: Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Miracles: Very little&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Magic: Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Angels: Yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Answer truthfully..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is There Someone You Want To Be With Right Now?: Honestly, right now I feel like spending time with myself =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tag 5 ppl:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't like tagging, so if you're reading this right now, feel free to tag yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Wait wait, i've got an idea!&lt;br /&gt;I tag &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7177543453946183005-2978903181848979945?l=sweei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/feeds/2978903181848979945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177543453946183005&amp;postID=2978903181848979945&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/2978903181848979945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/2978903181848979945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/2008/04/tagged-by-grace.html' title='Tagged by Grace'/><author><name>Swee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04768253712855924803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLQXAuJJOCI/AAAAAAAABe4/y0Zurovze_4/S220/n563865522_3296444_7585-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177543453946183005.post-947506362798984917</id><published>2008-04-22T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T23:51:58.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cock &amp; Bull</title><content type='html'>Dinner out at King Crab...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad trying to be funny again this time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Dad:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt; *looks at the guy with the long pony tail and short beard coming through the door*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Look at that his long hair with his beard, later when I retire I also go and do like that. I cannot now because i'm still meeting clients. Don't want to scare them away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;*stoned* *imagines dad with long hair in a pony tail, beard, and a freakishly gay earring*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mum: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*keeps quiet*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sis: &lt;/span&gt;Serious arh? &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; But only artists can pull it off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah blah blah, can't remember the cock and bull after that. Why would i need to remember it anyways. No point...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Next topic of conversation: Sis wants to go travelling to Europe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sis:&lt;/span&gt; Wei, I teman you go to Japan, and you teman me go to Europe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;Keep on dreaminglaaa you. How long you've been talking about this already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dad:&lt;/span&gt; It's good to have dreams ... because dreams can't come true. At least you can fantasize about it, that's good, that's good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=_= The valuable words of encouragement I tell you. Enough to kill bigfoot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177543453946183005-947506362798984917?l=sweei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/feeds/947506362798984917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177543453946183005&amp;postID=947506362798984917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/947506362798984917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/947506362798984917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/2008/04/cock-bull.html' title='Cock &amp; Bull'/><author><name>Swee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04768253712855924803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLQXAuJJOCI/AAAAAAAABe4/y0Zurovze_4/S220/n563865522_3296444_7585-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177543453946183005.post-9215009586625466720</id><published>2008-04-22T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T16:23:16.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Series of Fortunate Events</title><content type='html'>Ok, see here's the thing... We have to take our clothes offf! (so sexy) We have to party all night...We have to take our clothes offfff, to have a good time...OHYEAAAAAAA....hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just pure randomness that conjured up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, last Thursday we had our company's official launch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way to go &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;proPassion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Whoohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Vip guests were &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Joel Neoh&lt;/span&gt; (Winner of Malaysian reality TV series, The Firm and founder of Youth Malaysia) and &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Ng Khai Lee &lt;/span&gt;(HSBC Young Entrepreneurs Award "Best of the Best" 2006). Interesting fact, these 2 were both ex-taylorian students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually our event got delayed for about 30 mins or more due to Khai Lee who got lost trying to find where's Bali building. hehe. Anyways, when he arrived, I got so excited when I first set my eyes on him, mainly because he's so bloody good looking with his specks and big bushy hair. Hahah, lovely charisma to match as well. Suddenly in his speech Spiderman came about. Lol. Kerry and I were like, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;"wtf, why is he talking about Spiderman?!?!"&lt;/span&gt;. Until he said....&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;"With great powers, comes great respo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;nsibility"&lt;/span&gt;....Ohhh, baru kita faham. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, our officiation was the BOMB! Almost literally. More like 4 bangs. We used 4 confetti canons. AWESOME can or not??!?! People even yelped due to the sudden bang at the sides. Lol. Wished somone had recorded it. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Least I have a picture with Khai Lee =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SA2rpctucwI/AAAAAAAABSU/IFlMshhuA1s/s1600-h/Ng+Khai+Lee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SA2rpctucwI/AAAAAAAABSU/IFlMshhuA1s/s400/Ng+Khai+Lee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191994673999016706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Khai Lee, and Amir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pictures and videos were taken from Grace Onn's facebook album! So credit goes to her coz it's from her camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SBA9Y8tuc3I/AAAAAAAABTM/MaxiNDfL_wA/s1600-h/n733405123_815268_7193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SBA9Y8tuc3I/AAAAAAAABTM/MaxiNDfL_wA/s400/n733405123_815268_7193.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192717869182251890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bookmarks that I made, hehe, proud of it too =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SBA9ZMtuc4I/AAAAAAAABTU/RqRhAYQdXrI/s1600-h/n733405123_815267_6942.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SBA9ZMtuc4I/AAAAAAAABTU/RqRhAYQdXrI/s400/n733405123_815267_6942.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192717873477219202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lil something we presented to Miss Adeline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SBA9ZMtuc5I/AAAAAAAABTc/L7aEWR-24CM/s1600-h/n733405123_815277_9157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SBA9ZMtuc5I/AAAAAAAABTc/L7aEWR-24CM/s400/n733405123_815277_9157.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192717873477219218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace and Miss Adeline (teacher advisor, she's the BEST!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SBBBPstuc6I/AAAAAAAABTk/dcdCsnqL91c/s1600-h/P4170136a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SBBBPstuc6I/AAAAAAAABTk/dcdCsnqL91c/s400/P4170136a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192722108314973090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Grace, and Audrey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SBA9B8tuc1I/AAAAAAAABS8/MCKWB5YsRwI/s1600-h/n733405123_815305_5420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SBA9B8tuc1I/AAAAAAAABS8/MCKWB5YsRwI/s400/n733405123_815305_5420.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192717474045260626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My homies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Khai Lee's Speech&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PSMPNY6RA5o&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PSMPNY6RA5o&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Joel Neoh's Speech&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SjBs927ANWo&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SjBs927ANWo&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SBA9Cctuc2I/AAAAAAAABTE/qtX2JR4oAFM/s1600-h/n733405123_815296_3395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SBA9Cctuc2I/AAAAAAAABTE/qtX2JR4oAFM/s400/n733405123_815296_3395.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192717482635195234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ng Khai Lee, Joanne, and Joel Neoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SBA6M8tuc0I/AAAAAAAABS0/E8Q5PTzz7g8/s1600-h/n733405123_815291_2322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SBA6M8tuc0I/AAAAAAAABS0/E8Q5PTzz7g8/s400/n733405123_815291_2322.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192714364488938306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officiation time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these 2 pictures were taken from Alvin's blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SBA6M8tuczI/AAAAAAAABSs/Jh3bfMS2i0k/s1600-h/o141766431.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SBA6M8tuczI/AAAAAAAABSs/Jh3bfMS2i0k/s400/o141766431.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192714364488938290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Formal group picture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SBA6MctucyI/AAAAAAAABSk/uO9wnWZz6JI/s1600-h/o141766447.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SBA6MctucyI/AAAAAAAABSk/uO9wnWZz6JI/s400/o141766447.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192714355899003682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;proPassion in its &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;e &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK! Moving on to what I did last Saturday! I suggested that Lee and I head on down to KL because I really wanted to checkout Pavilion. Most of my mates have been there already, and I feel quite a sad person not setting my foot and arse there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some funky reason from farlaa, when I saw the buidling I didn't know for sure it was Pavilion. I know, slap me please... the sign was HUGE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;"&gt;PAVILION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... you blind dingdong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it wasn't the first thing I saw. I had to scan the building to see whether it was Pavilion or not. Sheesh, when i saw the label advertisement on the window on the left side of the building then only i was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hey it isssssss Pavilion!"&lt;/span&gt;.... Aiyamaaa, then when I looked in front approaching the entrance, the huge ass sign "PAVILION" in silvery gray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I blame the colour and thin font. =_=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SA2rVctuctI/AAAAAAAABR8/hj0g7Gpkbvk/s1600-h/100_8547.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SA2rVctuctI/AAAAAAAABR8/hj0g7Gpkbvk/s400/100_8547.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191994330401632978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I stepped in it was like breathing fresh air man! Felt like there was so much air that I could breathe in deep till I die. Hhahaahah, nice feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SA2rV8tucuI/AAAAAAAABSE/9-RybtP4QkU/s1600-h/100_8551.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SA2rV8tucuI/AAAAAAAABSE/9-RybtP4QkU/s400/100_8551.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191994338991567586" 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/_CkacW5WJR4M/SA2rWMtucvI/AAAAAAAABSM/TgH1ignGwfg/s1600-h/100_8549.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SA2rWMtucvI/AAAAAAAABSM/TgH1ignGwfg/s400/100_8549.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191994343286534898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally enjoyed my day out with him, we walked around everywherelah, Bukit Bintang, Sungai Wang, Pavilion and Berjaya Times Square. My ideal day out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving swiftly along, on Sunday we had a surprise BBQ Birthday party for Shaneil. We told him we we're celebrating Ron's Birthday&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; (Audrey's neighbour, close friend of her bro Eric)&lt;/span&gt; when in fact, we're throwing it for HIM! This took place at Audrey's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SA2prstucqI/AAAAAAAABRk/-_rSk6dCPMc/s1600-h/100_8560.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SA2prstucqI/AAAAAAAABRk/-_rSk6dCPMc/s400/100_8560.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191992513630466722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The surprised boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SA2psMtucrI/AAAAAAAABRs/zrSQ5Y0rBz4/s1600-h/100_8562.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SA2psMtucrI/AAAAAAAABRs/zrSQ5Y0rBz4/s400/100_8562.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191992522220401330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SA2psctucsI/AAAAAAAABR0/pchqkW_h3uY/s1600-h/100_8563.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SA2psctucsI/AAAAAAAABR0/pchqkW_h3uY/s400/100_8563.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191992526515368642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SA2oq8tucoI/AAAAAAAABRU/qs7OvSug8Sc/s1600-h/100_8569.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SA2oq8tucoI/AAAAAAAABRU/qs7OvSug8Sc/s400/100_8569.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191991401233937026" 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/_CkacW5WJR4M/SA2orMtucpI/AAAAAAAABRc/q1Y4vENlmsI/s1600-h/100_8570.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SA2orMtucpI/AAAAAAAABRc/q1Y4vENlmsI/s400/100_8570.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191991405528904338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBQ section. I love mine with extra honey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SA2mtctucmI/AAAAAAAABRE/Ih5TOgtKrzs/s1600-h/100_8573.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SA2mtctucmI/AAAAAAAABRE/Ih5TOgtKrzs/s400/100_8573.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191989245160354402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SA2mt8tucnI/AAAAAAAABRM/diJqFLIUBB4/s1600-h/100_8581.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SA2mt8tucnI/AAAAAAAABRM/diJqFLIUBB4/s400/100_8581.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191989253750289010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SA2lAstucjI/AAAAAAAABQs/R64eBCTnxh0/s1600-h/100_8582.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SA2lAstucjI/AAAAAAAABQs/R64eBCTnxh0/s400/100_8582.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191987376849580594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron (birthday bate) and Shafiq&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SA2lBctuckI/AAAAAAAABQ0/qV3-GXOaGfA/s1600-h/100_8584.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SA2lBctuckI/AAAAAAAABQ0/qV3-GXOaGfA/s400/100_8584.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191987389734482498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaneil and Kerry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SA2lBstuclI/AAAAAAAABQ8/vn0kLs2LYCI/s1600-h/100_8585.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SA2lBstuclI/AAAAAAAABQ8/vn0kLs2LYCI/s400/100_8585.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191987394029449810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denise and Shaneil. This party was Denise's idea. =) so sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SA2jGctucgI/AAAAAAAABQU/A3uoPUHIK-I/s1600-h/100_8587.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SA2jGctucgI/AAAAAAAABQU/A3uoPUHIK-I/s400/100_8587.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191985276610572802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SA2jG8tuchI/AAAAAAAABQc/JMCNchC8B44/s1600-h/100_8588.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SA2jG8tuchI/AAAAAAAABQc/JMCNchC8B44/s400/100_8588.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191985285200507410" 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/_CkacW5WJR4M/SA2jHMtuciI/AAAAAAAABQk/C9UWP-7MycY/s1600-h/100_8591.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SA2jHMtuciI/AAAAAAAABQk/C9UWP-7MycY/s400/100_8591.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191985289495474722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audrey, Behonce and Caroline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SA2iRctuceI/AAAAAAAABQE/x5rj8HMdKgE/s1600-h/100_8593.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SA2iRctuceI/AAAAAAAABQE/x5rj8HMdKgE/s400/100_8593.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191984366077506018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SA2iR8tucfI/AAAAAAAABQM/TlO9-kKhpzE/s1600-h/100_8598.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SA2iR8tucfI/AAAAAAAABQM/TlO9-kKhpzE/s400/100_8598.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191984374667440626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thiam Sin (neighbour), Eric (Audrey's lil bro) and Ron (neighbour)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SA2hr8tuccI/AAAAAAAABP0/3fUBGV0NmHo/s1600-h/100_8601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SA2hr8tuccI/AAAAAAAABP0/3fUBGV0NmHo/s400/100_8601.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191983721832411586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SA2hsstucdI/AAAAAAAABP8/n-tZvxuaQHU/s1600-h/100_8600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SA2hsstucdI/AAAAAAAABP8/n-tZvxuaQHU/s400/100_8600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191983734717313490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;That's ALL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177543453946183005-9215009586625466720?l=sweei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/feeds/9215009586625466720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177543453946183005&amp;postID=9215009586625466720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/9215009586625466720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/9215009586625466720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/2008/04/series-of-fortunate-events.html' title='A Series of Fortunate Events'/><author><name>Swee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04768253712855924803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLQXAuJJOCI/AAAAAAAABe4/y0Zurovze_4/S220/n563865522_3296444_7585-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SA2rpctucwI/AAAAAAAABSU/IFlMshhuA1s/s72-c/Ng+Khai+Lee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177543453946183005.post-446678927293849796</id><published>2008-04-16T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T00:53:25.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Online Dance Challenge</title><content type='html'>My sis showed me something very interesting on Youtube just now, so i thought of just posting it up for entertainment purposes. This is for all hip hop dance lovers out there. I know i love it =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adam Sevani and Jon M.Chu Challenge Miley and Mandy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8a-FBSEFqcM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8a-FBSEFqcM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;M&amp;amp;M Cru with a U BATTLES Step Up 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ngBLWZFTJ7E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ngBLWZFTJ7E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177543453946183005-446678927293849796?l=sweei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/feeds/446678927293849796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177543453946183005&amp;postID=446678927293849796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/446678927293849796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/446678927293849796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/2008/04/online-dance-challenge.html' title='Online Dance Challenge'/><author><name>Swee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04768253712855924803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLQXAuJJOCI/AAAAAAAABe4/y0Zurovze_4/S220/n563865522_3296444_7585-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177543453946183005.post-7135982692829272149</id><published>2008-04-14T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T21:40:14.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa's Baby</title><content type='html'>Here's a lil video I found on Will Quah's website to entertain you guys who are bored and just plain bored. Hehe, it's funny for the first 2 minutes, but then it got slightly draggy. Owh well, but it's funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Santa's Baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZThrYCy9Zzo"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZThrYCy9Zzo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177543453946183005-7135982692829272149?l=sweei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/feeds/7135982692829272149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177543453946183005&amp;postID=7135982692829272149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/7135982692829272149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/7135982692829272149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/2008/04/santas-baby.html' title='Santa&apos;s Baby'/><author><name>Swee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04768253712855924803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLQXAuJJOCI/AAAAAAAABe4/y0Zurovze_4/S220/n563865522_3296444_7585-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177543453946183005.post-8169507624565759475</id><published>2008-04-08T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T00:13:39.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Attended our junior's Dance Quake event on the 5th of April. It was fun! I enjoyed the performances, out of all 13 teams, Mustang Crew ruled all. They won both Audience Favourite and 1st prize overall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really glad Lee could make it for the event &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;*grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, didn't want to him to oblige to it but then he said he really wanted to go... Hope he's not saying that to make me feel better =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here's the video of my mates performing, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Harlems&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry that it's all shaky and suddenly dropping low. Hehe, it was really tiring holding up the camera way above my head coz there's this guy's head blocking my view. Anyways, my eyes we're kept on the stage than the camera. Hence the camera's position dropping slowly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Dance Quake competition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LOIbu2vr9AY&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LOIbu2vr9AY&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerry was so funny releasing frust over Mustang Crew's domination during the competition. Hahaha, it was hillarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;-end-&lt;/span&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/7177543453946183005-8169507624565759475?l=sweei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/feeds/8169507624565759475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177543453946183005&amp;postID=8169507624565759475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/8169507624565759475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/8169507624565759475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/2008/04/attended-our-juniors-dance-quake-event.html' title=''/><author><name>Swee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04768253712855924803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLQXAuJJOCI/AAAAAAAABe4/y0Zurovze_4/S220/n563865522_3296444_7585-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177543453946183005.post-6973234506021017601</id><published>2008-04-08T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T23:01:34.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain - Any Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rain (Bi)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; has a brand new Samsung Anycall music video, which is about working hard to achieve one's dream -- Any Dream. The MV will be edited into a 15-second commercial clip to be aired in conjunction with the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;2008 Beijing Olympics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song has 2 versions to it, one in Mandarin and the other in Korean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally like the Korean version better. It just sounds much nicer as compared to Mandarin, though in both language also I can't understand a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R_sbq0ZwWsI/AAAAAAAABPs/kEqlYW8oLKo/s1600-h/Rain%252Bsamsung%252Banycall%252Bphone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186769818282384066" style="" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R_sbq0ZwWsI/AAAAAAAABPs/kEqlYW8oLKo/s400/Rain%252Bsamsung%252Banycall%252Bphone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R_sbe0ZwWqI/AAAAAAAABPc/YRWJJBp8NY0/s1600-h/rain%252Banydream2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186769612123953826" style="" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R_sbe0ZwWqI/AAAAAAAABPc/YRWJJBp8NY0/s400/rain%252Banydream2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smokin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R_sbfEZwWrI/AAAAAAAABPk/Ulq6JmmWXWU/s1600-h/rain%252Banydream1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186769616418921138" style="" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R_sbfEZwWrI/AAAAAAAABPk/Ulq6JmmWXWU/s400/rain%252Banydream1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R_saGEZwWpI/AAAAAAAABPU/5-iFwjPtVyM/s1600-h/1206201301jyd371uk76ew0gng.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186768087410563730" style="" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R_saGEZwWpI/AAAAAAAABPU/5-iFwjPtVyM/s400/1206201301jyd371uk76ew0gng.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can listen to the song here... (Mandarin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/wjIps4aLbi/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/wjIps4aLbi/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, there are two versions of the MV at YouTube - the full version (8:26) and short version (4:24). Personally, when I first watched the video, it was definitely cliche for one thing and it was abit similar to the Pantech video. I found the full version too long and so-solah, the song is alright... but somehow it wasn't up to my expectations. Moreover, I couldn't even see the dance moves properly... cam keeps going in all different positions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;Rain - Any Dream (Full version)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fgU0FzrLjps&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fgU0FzrLjps&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, we have random pictures taken during our 3 hour break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're just chilling out in the Auditorium...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R_sZnUZwWnI/AAAAAAAABPE/LRe8UZq96-g/s1600-h/100_8519.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186767559129586290" style="" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R_sZnUZwWnI/AAAAAAAABPE/LRe8UZq96-g/s400/100_8519.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot of activity going on behind me, but i was too tired to join in... Wasn't sleeping btw, just coicidently turned to the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R_sZSEZwWmI/AAAAAAAABO8/ucEcCb7i_o0/s1600-h/100_8525.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186767194057366114" style="" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R_sZSEZwWmI/AAAAAAAABO8/ucEcCb7i_o0/s400/100_8525.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, Daren made me take this shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R_sY8EZwWlI/AAAAAAAABO0/QKukHvbQZ2o/s1600-h/100_8524.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186766816100244050" style="" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R_sY8EZwWlI/AAAAAAAABO0/QKukHvbQZ2o/s400/100_8524.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close-up of sleepy Jacqkie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R_sYcUZwWkI/AAAAAAAABOs/XFdERCoXRRY/s1600-h/100_8526.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186766270639397442" style="" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R_sYcUZwWkI/AAAAAAAABOs/XFdERCoXRRY/s400/100_8526.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R_sX1EZwWjI/AAAAAAAABOk/4lAPqSP4xXQ/s1600-h/100_8528.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186765596329531954" style="" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R_sX1EZwWjI/AAAAAAAABOk/4lAPqSP4xXQ/s400/100_8528.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*grins*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; A happy boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;H&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;EE&lt;/em&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;S!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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Dream'/><author><name>Swee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04768253712855924803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLQXAuJJOCI/AAAAAAAABe4/y0Zurovze_4/S220/n563865522_3296444_7585-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R_sbq0ZwWsI/AAAAAAAABPs/kEqlYW8oLKo/s72-c/Rain%252Bsamsung%252Banycall%252Bphone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177543453946183005.post-9112586681513219901</id><published>2008-04-03T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T00:20:37.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a really lame random convo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="chat_msginfo"&gt;&lt;span class="chat_msginfo_speaker"&gt;I'm just posting this up because i'm bored... don't kill me. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;whats that place you study?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="display: block;" id="chat_2_msg_295"&gt;&lt;span class="chat_msginfo"&gt;&lt;span class="chat_msginfo_speaker"&gt;&lt;span class="chat_msginfo_time"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;=RenEgaDE roNin= says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;utm kl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="display: block;" id="chat_2_msg_296"&gt;&lt;span class="chat_msginfo"&gt;&lt;span class="chat_msginfo_speaker"&gt;&lt;span class="chat_msginfo_time"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;=RenEgaDE roNin= says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="display: block;" id="chat_2_msg_297"&gt;&lt;span class="chat_msginfo"&gt;&lt;span class="chat_msginfo_speaker"&gt;&lt;span class="chat_msginfo_time"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;university tanah melayu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="display: block;" id="chat_2_msg_301"&gt;&lt;span class="chat_msginfo"&gt;&lt;span class="chat_msginfo_speaker"&gt;&lt;span class="chat_msginfo_time"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="chat_msginfo"&gt;&lt;span class="chat_msginfo_speaker"&gt;&lt;span class="chat_msginfo_time"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;=RenEgaDE roNin= says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;universiti teknologi malaysia la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="display: block;" id="chat_2_msg_302"&gt;&lt;span class="chat_msginfo"&gt;&lt;span class="chat_msginfo_speaker"&gt;&lt;span class="chat_msginfo_time"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;=RenEgaDE roNin= says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyoh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="display: block;" id="chat_2_msg_303"&gt;&lt;span class="chat_msginfo"&gt;&lt;span class="chat_msginfo_speaker"&gt;&lt;span class="chat_msginfo_time"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;hehe, dun terasa k...coz i was thinking of ktm...and tm stand for tanah melayu...*giggles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="chat_msginfo"&gt;&lt;span class="chat_msginfo_speaker"&gt;=RenEgaDE roNin= says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheeesh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Lame rate: 99.9% lameness, 0.1% is excluded because I got the "University" right,lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177543453946183005-9112586681513219901?l=sweei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/feeds/9112586681513219901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177543453946183005&amp;postID=9112586681513219901&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/9112586681513219901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/9112586681513219901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-really-lame-random-convo.html' title='Just a really lame random convo...'/><author><name>Swee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04768253712855924803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLQXAuJJOCI/AAAAAAAABe4/y0Zurovze_4/S220/n563865522_3296444_7585-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177543453946183005.post-8424973447938210088</id><published>2008-04-01T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T21:19:29.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alvin's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;We celebrated Alvin's Birthday early last Saturday. It was FUN! Had a fantastic time with of course fantastic food. Hhehehe. I'll let the pic do the talking...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R_IDD0ZwWcI/AAAAAAAABNs/S9SrkZpFnQk/s1600-h/n547447620_760090_8993.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R_IDD0ZwWcI/AAAAAAAABNs/S9SrkZpFnQk/s400/n547447620_760090_8993.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184209485198023106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;My favourite place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;*grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R_IDEEZwWdI/AAAAAAAABN0/46JI5XfOjcI/s1600-h/n547447620_760091_9522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R_IDEEZwWdI/AAAAAAAABN0/46JI5XfOjcI/s400/n547447620_760091_9522.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184209489492990418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Beh's attempt to break out....there was a cctv cam on his right...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;*yikes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R_IDXUZwWgI/AAAAAAAABOM/2zQ4dmQeiiw/s1600-h/IMG_7038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R_IDXUZwWgI/AAAAAAAABOM/2zQ4dmQeiiw/s400/IMG_7038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184209820205472258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R_IDEEZwWeI/AAAAAAAABN8/-CKhK5e6R8g/s1600-h/n547447620_760092_37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R_IDEEZwWeI/AAAAAAAABN8/-CKhK5e6R8g/s400/n547447620_760092_37.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184209489492990434" 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/_CkacW5WJR4M/R_IDEUZwWfI/AAAAAAAABOE/pEbCIJ8bDRw/s1600-h/n547447620_760093_534.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R_IDEUZwWfI/AAAAAAAABOE/pEbCIJ8bDRw/s400/n547447620_760093_534.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184209493787957746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R_ICz0ZwWYI/AAAAAAAABNM/CebcLvF9QYA/s1600-h/n547447620_760094_1020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R_ICz0ZwWYI/AAAAAAAABNM/CebcLvF9QYA/s400/n547447620_760094_1020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184209210320116098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R_IC0EZwWZI/AAAAAAAABNU/75RbIr94JHk/s1600-h/n547447620_760095_2123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R_IC0EZwWZI/AAAAAAAABNU/75RbIr94JHk/s400/n547447620_760095_2123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184209214615083410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Carmen, me and Kerry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R_IC0UZwWaI/AAAAAAAABNc/VyZYeAbtOTg/s1600-h/n547447620_760096_2654.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R_IC0UZwWaI/AAAAAAAABNc/VyZYeAbtOTg/s400/n547447620_760096_2654.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184209218910050722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Mean me trying to block their faces... ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R_IC0UZwWbI/AAAAAAAABNk/JyvRRq18CGk/s1600-h/n547447620_760097_3144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R_IC0UZwWbI/AAAAAAAABNk/JyvRRq18CGk/s400/n547447620_760097_3144.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184209218910050738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R_ICVkZwWUI/AAAAAAAABMs/auEW362B-b8/s1600-h/n547447620_760098_3658.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R_ICVkZwWUI/AAAAAAAABMs/auEW362B-b8/s400/n547447620_760098_3658.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184208690629073218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;The new Charlie's Angels pose... There's no need for guns in this one, just gas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R_ICV0ZwWVI/AAAAAAAABM0/z5zQSgf0RC4/s1600-h/n547447620_760099_4161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R_ICV0ZwWVI/AAAAAAAABM0/z5zQSgf0RC4/s400/n547447620_760099_4161.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184208694924040530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(l-r)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Beh, Mei Yan, Yinly, and Jia Yih&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R_ICWUZwWWI/AAAAAAAABM8/KcFN2U5U6Qs/s1600-h/n547447620_760102_1458.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R_ICWUZwWWI/AAAAAAAABM8/KcFN2U5U6Qs/s400/n547447620_760102_1458.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184208703513975138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Birthday boy in the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"I swear it's this big"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; t-shirt. hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R_ICWUZwWXI/AAAAAAAABNE/yM34y7ZHU0g/s1600-h/n547447620_760103_2004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R_ICWUZwWXI/AAAAAAAABNE/yM34y7ZHU0g/s400/n547447620_760103_2004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184208703513975154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R_H_l0ZwWNI/AAAAAAAABL0/qy_vRDUOUJk/s1600-h/n547447620_760197_7642.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R_H_l0ZwWNI/AAAAAAAABL0/qy_vRDUOUJk/s400/n547447620_760197_7642.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184205671267064018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R_IBR0ZwWTI/AAAAAAAABMk/t0kdQ62AUtc/s1600-h/IMG_7063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R_IBR0ZwWTI/AAAAAAAABMk/t0kdQ62AUtc/s400/IMG_7063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184207526692935986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Jacqkie stoning... either that of she's upset she still didn't get her beer from Prom last last year...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Let's reflect back on that picture shall we?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R_IG1UZwWhI/AAAAAAAABOU/IDU5Hq3K0h8/s1600-h/38421388046822l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R_IG1UZwWhI/AAAAAAAABOU/IDU5Hq3K0h8/s400/38421388046822l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184213634136431122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;There we see Jacqkie on the right looking pretty pissed...hehe, the beer addict. lol, JUST KIDDING!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;APRIL FOOLS!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Muahahahaha, lame I know... =_="&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Anyways, moving on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R_H_mEZwWOI/AAAAAAAABL8/yLYWipj5Szc/s1600-h/n547447620_760196_7030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R_H_mEZwWOI/AAAAAAAABL8/yLYWipj5Szc/s400/n547447620_760196_7030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184205675562031330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Chee Hang ruining the pic again with his Tandoori Chicken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R_H_mUZwWPI/AAAAAAAABME/lj6-BxinFdo/s1600-h/n547447620_760105_3135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R_H_mUZwWPI/AAAAAAAABME/lj6-BxinFdo/s400/n547447620_760105_3135.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184205679856998642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Sweet sweet Jay addict, Vivien and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R_H_mUZwWQI/AAAAAAAABMM/Kr9comUQ7gI/s1600-h/n547447620_760104_2564.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R_H_mUZwWQI/AAAAAAAABMM/Kr9comUQ7gI/s400/n547447620_760104_2564.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184205679856998658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R_H9ZUZwWHI/AAAAAAAABLE/DQvSagir4Q4/s1600-h/n547447620_760198_8225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R_H9ZUZwWHI/AAAAAAAABLE/DQvSagir4Q4/s400/n547447620_760198_8225.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184203257495443570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Tandoori Chicken again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R_H_QUZwWMI/AAAAAAAABLs/1sMxuRmslkE/s1600-h/n547447620_760199_8838.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R_H_QUZwWMI/AAAAAAAABLs/1sMxuRmslkE/s400/n547447620_760199_8838.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184205301899876546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;and again... This time, Jacqkie seems pretty happy with the chicken as the substitute for beer.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;*grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R_H9ZkZwWJI/AAAAAAAABLU/2ZGJVyruWbo/s1600-h/n547447620_760200_9444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R_H9ZkZwWJI/AAAAAAAABLU/2ZGJVyruWbo/s400/n547447620_760200_9444.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184203261790410898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I never meant for my facial expression to be like that... It just happened when Jacqkie and Audrey both squished their faces against mine...hehe, turns out interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R_IAK0ZwWRI/AAAAAAAABMU/essW1qAziRM/s1600-h/IMG_7072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R_IAK0ZwWRI/AAAAAAAABMU/essW1qAziRM/s400/IMG_7072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184206306922223890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Vivien and Carmen. Two chun people to hangout with!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R_H82UZwWGI/AAAAAAAABK8/PLBzdhH46Gs/s1600-h/n547447620_760204_6238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R_H82UZwWGI/AAAAAAAABK8/PLBzdhH46Gs/s400/n547447620_760204_6238.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184202656200022114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R_H8eUZwWEI/AAAAAAAABKs/MmR2ye-UIWc/s1600-h/n711627272_708256_2519.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R_H8eUZwWEI/AAAAAAAABKs/MmR2ye-UIWc/s400/n711627272_708256_2519.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184202243883161666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R_H82EZwWFI/AAAAAAAABK0/ceJMVcvDVgc/s1600-h/n547447620_760206_7254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R_H82EZwWFI/AAAAAAAABK0/ceJMVcvDVgc/s400/n547447620_760206_7254.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184202651905054802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R_H8eUZwWDI/AAAAAAAABKk/T_5CPKpdFsA/s1600-h/n547447620_760207_7803.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R_H8eUZwWDI/AAAAAAAABKk/T_5CPKpdFsA/s400/n547447620_760207_7803.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184202243883161650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R_IAo0ZwWSI/AAAAAAAABMc/1B0_0ufxMjM/s1600-h/IMG_7077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R_IAo0ZwWSI/AAAAAAAABMc/1B0_0ufxMjM/s400/IMG_7077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184206822318299426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R_H8HUZwWCI/AAAAAAAABKc/Vueiet7uDc8/s1600-h/n547447620_760209_3843.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R_H8HUZwWCI/AAAAAAAABKc/Vueiet7uDc8/s400/n547447620_760209_3843.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184201848746170402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R_H8HEZwWBI/AAAAAAAABKU/onjiw09aTCM/s1600-h/n711627272_708260_5230-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R_H8HEZwWBI/AAAAAAAABKU/onjiw09aTCM/s400/n711627272_708260_5230-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184201844451203090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;AP&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;PY B&lt;/span&gt;IRT&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;H&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;AY A&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;N!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7177543453946183005-8424973447938210088?l=sweei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/feeds/8424973447938210088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177543453946183005&amp;postID=8424973447938210088&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/8424973447938210088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/8424973447938210088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/2008/04/alvins-birthday.html' title='Alvin&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Swee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04768253712855924803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLQXAuJJOCI/AAAAAAAABe4/y0Zurovze_4/S220/n563865522_3296444_7585-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R_IDD0ZwWcI/AAAAAAAABNs/S9SrkZpFnQk/s72-c/n547447620_760090_8993.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177543453946183005.post-6137876504907664713</id><published>2008-03-27T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T21:25:47.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boy oh boy</title><content type='html'>Haha, I had a very interesting day today. Basically what made my day was an adorable performance by a very energetic small boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today they the &lt;a href="http://www.asap4children.blogspot.com/"&gt;A:S.A.P 4 Children&lt;/a&gt; had their official launch of their project at 3pm. So they had a performance at the end where a small boy with sunglasses danced energetically to... wait wait...here it comes........ RAIN's "I'm Coming"!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody cute weih!! Imitating his moves and all. Omg, I couldn't stop grinning watching him shake this thang. Friggin entertaining. Audrey recorded it all on her phone. Looking forward to watching it again tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoohooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shucks, even small kids are dancing to Rain now. I feel so proud that even the younger generation is embracing his dancing skills. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177543453946183005-6137876504907664713?l=sweei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/feeds/6137876504907664713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177543453946183005&amp;postID=6137876504907664713&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/6137876504907664713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/6137876504907664713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/2008/03/boy-oh-boy.html' title='Boy oh boy'/><author><name>Swee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04768253712855924803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLQXAuJJOCI/AAAAAAAABe4/y0Zurovze_4/S220/n563865522_3296444_7585-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177543453946183005.post-4531095433737324880</id><published>2008-03-26T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T23:00:02.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make it work</title><content type='html'>HEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got nothing much to write, so i'll gladly paste a really nice song lyric by Ne-yo entitled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Make it Work"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love this song, especially&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;verse 2&lt;/span&gt;. So meaningful and so true, so true.&lt;br /&gt;If you want, you can take a listen to it on the left side of my blog while reading the lyrics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;    [Verse 1]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Ooh uh ooh, ooh uh ooh, yeaah yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;You understand me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;At least you say you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Lately thats enough for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Looking for perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Surrounded by artifical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;You're the cloest thing to real I've seen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Sure everyone has their problems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Thats a given&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Yours are the easiest to tolerate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;This wasn't what we was wanting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;How we're living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Well lets take this good enough and turn it to great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Baby understand...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;This can only be as good as we both make it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Guess sometimes its gonna hurt(yes sometimes its gonna hurt)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;We can be as happy as we want to be girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;But we gotta make it work &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;We gotta make it work...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Aye oh aye oh oh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;We gotta make it work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Aye oh aye oh oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;We gotta make it work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Aye oh aye oh oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;We gotta make it work &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Aye oh aye oh oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;[Verse 2]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Sometimes I love you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;More than you'll ever know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Other times you get on my nerves (hey)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Thats just reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;No it can't always be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Kisses, hugs, and beautiful words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;You was looking for you prince&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;What you found (what you found)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;[Make It Work lyrics on http://www.metrolyrics.com]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Was a pauper with potential&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;And no, I'm no where near perfect &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;But I'm around (but I'm around)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Girl time and patience is essential&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Baby realize...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;This can only be as good as we both make it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Guess sometimes its gonna hurt(yes sometimes its gonna hurt)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;We can be as happy as we want to be girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;But we gotta make it work &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;We gotta make it work...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Aye oh aye oh oh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;We gotta make it work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Aye oh aye oh oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;We gotta make it work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Aye oh aye oh oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;We gotta make it work &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Aye oh aye oh oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;[Bridge]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Thick and thin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;The bad outweighs the good sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;That doesn't mean we're suppose to give it up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;My problems are yours, and yours are mine oh yeaahh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;[Choorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;This can only be as good as we both make it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Guess sometimes its gonna hurt(yes sometimes its gonna hurt)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;We can be as happy as we want to be girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;But we gotta make it work &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;We gotta make it work...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Aye oh aye oh oh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;We gotta make it work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Aye oh aye oh oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;We gotta make it work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Aye oh aye oh oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;We gotta make it work &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Aye oh aye oh oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a depressing note, the left side of my nose hurts for some funky reason .... ouch, sore as hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Am I sweei or am I sweei?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177543453946183005-4531095433737324880?l=sweei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/feeds/4531095433737324880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177543453946183005&amp;postID=4531095433737324880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/4531095433737324880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/4531095433737324880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/2008/03/make-it-work.html' title='Make it work'/><author><name>Swee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04768253712855924803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLQXAuJJOCI/AAAAAAAABe4/y0Zurovze_4/S220/n563865522_3296444_7585-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177543453946183005.post-2006996876616680508</id><published>2008-03-19T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T23:47:20.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Urgh.</title><content type='html'>Arghhh....last 2 weeks and this week is considered to be &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Piss Me Off"&lt;/span&gt; week..... Know why? Well all you happy people out there with perfect little lives and reading this blog entry to laugh, criticize, or even bitch about this...wtf am i getting to here? i'm so confused...anyways, scratch that last sentence ya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's because I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;PISSED&lt;/span&gt; as &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;PISSED&lt;/span&gt; can be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fate somehow decided, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Let's piss Sweei off! Since we've nothing else better to do in the world"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, HA HA, kiss my ass .... suckers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such in a bad mood right now, but thankfully I have chocolates beside me, minty ones too. So it helps a little...Without it, i'd be fuming right now and I think the keyboard will melt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shitlah, i'm scarred for life... Let me tell you what happened, that fate so conveniently decided / desired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last last week, i got lots of scratches from Chloe &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;(refer to entry entitled "Ouch motherrrr...")&lt;/span&gt;. Out of what was like more than 10 scratch marks, only 2 are permanent scars. Urgh. Disfiguring my thighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, we had our proPassion Fund Raising Bazaar. And my arm terkena a blob of bloody hot oil. Damn sakit! and now there's a round mark that looks like a mole. A rather fugly looking mole. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I tripped over Kerry's shoes and the end of my right heel scratched my left leg. Talk about unlucky... Urgh.&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/_CkacW5WJR4M/R-E0C2AMhFI/AAAAAAAABKM/c6JYIjK-Qgg/s1600-h/Heel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R-E0C2AMhFI/AAAAAAAABKM/c6JYIjK-Qgg/s320/Heel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179478269913498706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Proof of my clumsiness...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, to start things off, my knee got scratched by the very sharp plastiky corner of Denise's big ass file... It hurt. Urgh.&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/_CkacW5WJR4M/R-EyPWAMhEI/AAAAAAAABKE/njsHzXzXk4w/s1600-h/100_8441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R-EyPWAMhEI/AAAAAAAABKE/njsHzXzXk4w/s320/100_8441.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179476285638607938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Files can hurt a person...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, when I went home, as usual my dogs greeted me. This time I had a close eye on Chloe, I was trying to teach her not to jump by praising her when she's on all fours. BUT DAMN!!!! I'm really pissed! When she jumped again, I stepped back but couldn't avoid in time, so she managed to leave a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;longgggggggggggggggggggggg&lt;/span&gt; mark on me all the way down. FUCK! Longest one ever!&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/_CkacW5WJR4M/R-ExfWAMhCI/AAAAAAAABJ0/UrSPppQLM4g/s1600-h/scars+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R-ExfWAMhCI/AAAAAAAABJ0/UrSPppQLM4g/s320/scars+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179475461004887074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;My "lovely" collection..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R-EyPGAMhDI/AAAAAAAABJ8/sAHWiBnpiWQ/s1600-h/100_8445.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R-EyPGAMhDI/AAAAAAAABJ8/sAHWiBnpiWQ/s320/100_8445.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179476281343640626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Close of up "Chloe 1". My scar for life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Note to everyone: When I curse with the "F" word, that means i'm really pissed. Sorry ya, if this totally contradicts my sweet and innocent lil girl image. I'm in the heat of the moment here. So leave me to syiok sendiri k. I know i might regret after this, but like i said, i'm in the heat of the moment. =S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no, the fun doesn't stop there... After dinner from a Seafood Restaurant that me and my family went to just now. On the way out, there were some people on the way towards the staircase, so I decided not to block their way &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;(being the polite girl that I am)&lt;/span&gt; and used the ramp instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY LORD! I slipped big time! Moreover, i said &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"....Fuckkkerrrr"&lt;/span&gt; and did some funky Kung Fu shyt pose just to balance myself out. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Apparently, being nice and polite still won't get you on fate's good side.&lt;/span&gt; Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn memalukan weih I swear... In front of an old uncle with a walking stick summore....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, when I went home, same thing happened, dogs got excited , but this time....it wasn't Chloe... It's was my own baby RUSSELL! He left 2 scratch marks on me! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;*wtf* &lt;/span&gt;I'm so going to give all my meat to Dodger now since he's the only one that never hurt me in any physical way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HaH! In your face Russ and Chloe! In your face! Who's the owner now huh&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt; *pffftttt*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haih...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each week, I'm scarred... with a hint of embarrassment. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177543453946183005-2006996876616680508?l=sweei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/feeds/2006996876616680508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177543453946183005&amp;postID=2006996876616680508&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/2006996876616680508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/2006996876616680508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/2008/03/urgh.html' title='Urgh.'/><author><name>Swee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04768253712855924803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLQXAuJJOCI/AAAAAAAABe4/y0Zurovze_4/S220/n563865522_3296444_7585-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R-E0C2AMhFI/AAAAAAAABKM/c6JYIjK-Qgg/s72-c/Heel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177543453946183005.post-6147718737791234379</id><published>2008-03-15T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T13:23:39.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...the continuation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...the continuation of how Minotaur sucked balls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Warning: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This blog contains stoopid and idiotic spoilers that could leave you laughing or just make you go &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;"what the...?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to watch the movie with Lee, Siree, and Ju lyirn in Cineleisure at about 12:10 am. Mannn, no words can describe how idiotic that movie was. I mean, seriously... &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT THE HELL?!?!&lt;/span&gt; I really don't know what goes on in the director's head man. Whats his deal? He made the brother want to have his "seeds" in his sister or have his sister bear his seeds...what the motherrrrr....cmon, thats gross man, sicko. I knowlah, your sister damn hot to the bones, but don't go wanting to make love to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and btw, this is shockingly rated "U"...there was this part &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;(more like a couple) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;where &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;*tuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut*&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (seducing stuff)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;happened, and I went to ask Lee, "Are you sure this is rated U?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;wtf!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;*sighs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I found this part funny, when the group of them who was trapped down in the Minotaur's lair of figgin dumb doom found one of the girls unconscious, when they woke her up. She automatically told them her dream, which is ...erm....like....wtf.... When you wake up trapped somewhere where the stoopid Horny Minotaur could come anytime and kill ya, you tell them your "awesomeness" dream. Wooooooow, how fascinating... Wished the horny god would kill her first instead...damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honest to goodness, I don't know which was it that made me doze of to sleep countless times in the cinema. Either it was due to it being late at night or rather super early in the morning, or it was due to the lameness that the movie has to offer. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;*doink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be fair, it's bothlah...Hmm, but still i'd like to say that it's the movie's fault! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;*nenenebubu*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and what is it with that&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CUN GAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;they've been sniffing from an animal's skull? It's damn weird weih. It's like, gas that makes them go all horny or something. LOL. I'm serious, you should see the guy's face after breathing it deep, like having orgasm. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;*sigh sigh sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Then when the hot sister breathed it deep, she went to the 2 virgin girls &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;(who will be fed/sacrificed to the Minotaur)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,  she breathed out the gas from her mouth, and suddenly all 3 girls got horny. It was censored in the cinema tho, but they did show abit &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;(part where she licked one of the girl's nose, ewww, for Chirst sake man, kononnya to unpurify them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...pfftt, horny director who's obsessed with lesbianism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was occasional laughter from the audience, need i say more? Even the annoying part of the "imaginary" girl whom the lead actor Theo loved, kept calling out his name, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Theoooo....Theoooo...Theoooo......."&lt;/span&gt; Good lord, so many times!!!! Till some chinese dudes in the cinema mimicked out loud, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Thiiiieuuuuu....Thiiieeeuuuu.....Thiiiieeuuuu..."&lt;/span&gt; Funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least, the funny subtitles. But this is not the director's fault. Won't bang him this time. Hehe, it's the cun skills of the translator! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;*applause*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, I don't pay attention to subtitles until I need it lah. So at one point, it was towards the end of the show &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;(oh thank god)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and the hot sister told everyone else to take off their masks since the Minotaur is killed. She said&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;"Take off your masks!..... Take away your shame!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. They were looking at the people around them, hesitant at the command, looking pretty funny with their confused expressions. Anyways, the audience started laughing for some reason. I didn't understand, so I laughed anyways, since the people looked funny while taking off their masks. Then suddenly I realized that they weren't laughing at the people, but laughing at the subtitles! It was written,&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;"Tanggalkan topeng anda!.... Menanggalkan kemaluan anda!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;=_="&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure there were actually more funny subtitleslah &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;(never really paid attention)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, but that one probably takes the cakelah since thats when everyone started laughing alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I think i'm done with his movie. GOOD RIDDANCE.&lt;br /&gt;Please let the next movie be Horton Meets Hears a Who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, Dad told us few months ago that he wants to get his ear pierced...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;*ackward silence*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today I just randomly brought up the topic during dinner time when we were in a Chinese restaurant in PJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Di, are you seriously thinking of piercing your ear? Why not pierce your nose or something..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Daddy:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;*grins*&lt;/span&gt; huh, not nowlah...now cannot, still working, after when I retire. Now if i do, then people will be like "what the..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; hehe, where you want to pierce? Up or down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daddy:&lt;/span&gt; Down, on my left ear... &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;*places finger on left ear*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Eee, so gaylah. Want kind of earring you want anyways?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daddy: &lt;/span&gt;I want the long ones, not those big ones like diamonds, not nice. Not man enough. The longer ones more manly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;*widens eyes* *BURST OF LAUGHTER*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Are you sure? I thought it was opposite, I prefer the diamond ones. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;*imagines dad with a long dangling earring*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Daddy:&lt;/span&gt; Are you wearing earrings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; not at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daddy:&lt;/span&gt; You should wear if not the hole gets smaller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;yeah I know, I wore it yesterday anyways, I malas to wear today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Daddy: &lt;/span&gt;Those guys that wears those big ones that makes a hole in their ear not nice. Like those aborigines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;yeah, not nice &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;*thanks god at least he agrees with me that it's not nice, imagine him having a hole in his ear lobe, wtffff*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I guess he wants to get the whole jing bang to match his tattoo. Either that or he's having some sort of mid-life crisis going on. Hmm, I wonder what's next... nipple piercing???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I think i'm done, till next time kids... &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Sniff gas and get high!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Ch&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;eer&lt;/span&gt;s! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177543453946183005-6147718737791234379?l=sweei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/feeds/6147718737791234379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177543453946183005&amp;postID=6147718737791234379&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/6147718737791234379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/6147718737791234379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title='...the continuation'/><author><name>Swee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04768253712855924803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLQXAuJJOCI/AAAAAAAABe4/y0Zurovze_4/S220/n563865522_3296444_7585-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177543453946183005.post-7410407361985111977</id><published>2008-03-15T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T16:12:50.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Minotaur</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R9uEvGAMhBI/AAAAAAAABJs/n6nd9tmmQg0/s1600-h/b000f7cdy401sclzzzzzzzv5557118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R9uEvGAMhBI/AAAAAAAABJs/n6nd9tmmQg0/s400/b000f7cdy401sclzzzzzzzv5557118.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177878141192668178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Minotaur sucks balls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;to be continued...&lt;/span&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/7177543453946183005-7410407361985111977?l=sweei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/feeds/7410407361985111977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177543453946183005&amp;postID=7410407361985111977&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/7410407361985111977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/7410407361985111977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/2008/03/minotaur.html' title='Minotaur'/><author><name>Swee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04768253712855924803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLQXAuJJOCI/AAAAAAAABe4/y0Zurovze_4/S220/n563865522_3296444_7585-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R9uEvGAMhBI/AAAAAAAABJs/n6nd9tmmQg0/s72-c/b000f7cdy401sclzzzzzzzv5557118.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177543453946183005.post-3905496610082436533</id><published>2008-03-06T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T22:32:47.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Step Up 2 : The Streets</title><content type='html'>Today my mates and I went to catch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Step Up 2: The Streets&lt;/span&gt; movie at Summit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8_5FEpdgQI/AAAAAAAABJc/00zPwHCxUvk/s1600-h/Step_up_two.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8_5FEpdgQI/AAAAAAAABJc/00zPwHCxUvk/s400/Step_up_two.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174628362414293250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gosh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;... it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;... was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;...the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;...BOMB!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No words can explain the chuntedness of the choreography and dance moves that is in this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can honestly say that this is by far THE best dance movie i've ever watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was even one time I was thissssssssssss &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;*measures index finger and thumb to form a very very small opening of about 0.5cm*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; close to clapping when a dance performance ended. Fuuhhhh, so close to doing so, but thankfully, my senses came flooding to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's just a video clip to get you excited to watch it in the cinemas or wherever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S8P9leqyY20&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S8P9leqyY20&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main girl in this movie I feel did not fair herself as a great dancer with much energy as compared to the others. Sometimes feels like she's got not much skills than just shaking that booty of hers aggressively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I'm like, is that it???...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, she did this really awesome dance when she was with the guy at the ending, during the competition. Gotta give her props for that, that was dope man..! hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also noticed in this movie is that that they're trying to say that &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;you should not judge someone's dancing skills by just their outer appearances&lt;/span&gt;. DANG, so true so true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;DANCERS GET THE HOT CHICKS no matter what! &lt;/span&gt;Even if it means if they're a lil or quite geeky looking. WAHAHAHAHA, take note to all those dudes out there. IF you can dance, got the skills and energy to move, you can make it far man&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt; (with a girl that is)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, i don't want to talk so much about the movie and end up giving away spoilers and what not, so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Conclusion: &lt;/span&gt;I'm so going to get the OST of this! By hook or by crook I shall get it! Everyone should watch this movie. You won't regret it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, next up on my list of movies to watch is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;*drumrolls*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8_5OUpdgRI/AAAAAAAABJk/Aaa8618hhmc/s1600-h/Horton_a_who.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8_5OUpdgRI/AAAAAAAABJk/Aaa8618hhmc/s400/Horton_a_who.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174628521328083218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOOWHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should be nice...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177543453946183005-3905496610082436533?l=sweei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/feeds/3905496610082436533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177543453946183005&amp;postID=3905496610082436533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/3905496610082436533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/3905496610082436533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/2008/03/step-up-2-streets.html' title='Step Up 2 : The Streets'/><author><name>Swee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04768253712855924803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLQXAuJJOCI/AAAAAAAABe4/y0Zurovze_4/S220/n563865522_3296444_7585-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8_5FEpdgQI/AAAAAAAABJc/00zPwHCxUvk/s72-c/Step_up_two.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177543453946183005.post-8253980658141544959</id><published>2008-03-02T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T20:23:15.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OUCH! Motherrrrr...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;ARG&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Fuck fuckity fuck fuck fuck...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;arghhhhhhh!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so friggin pissed and in stinging pain right now. Ish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe scratched me &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SO HARD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on my thighs, I practically screamed in pain. Bloody hell. Sakit gila babi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why she did that was because the lightning was so bright, so quickly jumped on the chair where I was sitting on &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(eating dinner thank you very much)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DUG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;her nails &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;DEEP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; into my thighs for a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;good grip&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;(for my good suffering)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; so she could climb up the chair and lay on my lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;SHIT shitty shit shit shit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i've got so so so many scratch marks. More than 10 and they're not short ones I tell you, but rather longggggg and painful ones. Now it's all in a bump. Looks like a road bump. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;*speechless*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to be wearing short pants out anymore for now I think. I'm too discouraged to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope this won't lead to scarring. If not, then more to add to my collection of scars on me legs. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*whoppie...................*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;*sakit &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;sakit &lt;/span&gt;sakit*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;*sigh sigh sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No cheers from me this time...&lt;br /&gt;Go away...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177543453946183005-8253980658141544959?l=sweei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/feeds/8253980658141544959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177543453946183005&amp;postID=8253980658141544959&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/8253980658141544959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/8253980658141544959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/2008/03/ouch-motherrrrr.html' title='OUCH! Motherrrrr...'/><author><name>Swee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04768253712855924803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLQXAuJJOCI/AAAAAAAABe4/y0Zurovze_4/S220/n563865522_3296444_7585-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177543453946183005.post-2338727189801491250</id><published>2008-03-01T10:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T12:25:05.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock Climb, 2nd &amp; 3rd time</title><content type='html'>Rock climbing once again... AMAZING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the mark of our, or more specifically, MY 3rd time rock climbing at Summit USJ in exactly a week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the second and third time I didn't pay as I didn't really plan to rock climb at all, just wanted to tag along. But in the end, I rock climbed the one that didn't need the harnest. Hehe, so basically I climbed rocks for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;freeeeeeeeeeee&lt;/span&gt; together with some of the others who didn't pay as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the 2nd day of panjat batu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8jVjxx8eFI/AAAAAAAABJM/nQTpZK4C3Ek/s1600-h/100_8164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8jVjxx8eFI/AAAAAAAABJM/nQTpZK4C3Ek/s320/100_8164.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172618982669973586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8jVkhx8eGI/AAAAAAAABJU/8iIFokmYpHA/s1600-h/100_8165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8jVkhx8eGI/AAAAAAAABJU/8iIFokmYpHA/s320/100_8165.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172618995554875490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen, Daren, Jacqkie and I were watching Denise, Shaneil, Ryan and Audrey rock climb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8jVIRx8eDI/AAAAAAAABI8/hvCB-35X-u8/s1600-h/100_8166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8jVIRx8eDI/AAAAAAAABI8/hvCB-35X-u8/s320/100_8166.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172618510223570994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8jVIxx8eEI/AAAAAAAABJE/5isJFZ2ghrE/s1600-h/100_8167.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8jVIxx8eEI/AAAAAAAABJE/5isJFZ2ghrE/s1600-h/100_8167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8jVIxx8eEI/AAAAAAAABJE/5isJFZ2ghrE/s320/100_8167.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172618518813505602" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaneil and Denise gearing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8jUoBx8eBI/AAAAAAAABIs/65wZ5dliVNc/s1600-h/100_8169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8jUoBx8eBI/AAAAAAAABIs/65wZ5dliVNc/s320/100_8169.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172617956172789778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8jUohx8eCI/AAAAAAAABI0/L2waRdYVGEk/s1600-h/100_8171.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8jUohx8eCI/AAAAAAAABI0/L2waRdYVGEk/s1600-h/100_8171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8jUohx8eCI/AAAAAAAABI0/L2waRdYVGEk/s320/100_8171.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172617964762724386" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen and I got bored, so we decided to climb the one without the harnest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8jURxx8d_I/AAAAAAAABIc/H9e1hek_vF8/s1600-h/100_8174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8jURxx8d_I/AAAAAAAABIc/H9e1hek_vF8/s320/100_8174.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172617573920700402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8jUShx8eAI/AAAAAAAABIk/C1SbAaRhgcs/s1600-h/100_8175.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8jUShx8eAI/AAAAAAAABIk/C1SbAaRhgcs/s1600-h/100_8175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8jUShx8eAI/AAAAAAAABIk/C1SbAaRhgcs/s320/100_8175.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172617586805602306" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, damn cute weih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a video Audrey recorded &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;(didn't know)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...haha, damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/opk6z2KEQdY&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/opk6z2KEQdY&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on to our 3rd day of our rock climbing adventure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daren finally managed to climb all the way to the top! Big contrast from my last video of him in the previous rock climbing post where he got stuck halfway and gave up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8jThRx8d-I/AAAAAAAABIU/8HNz739D7r4/s1600-h/100_8182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8jThRx8d-I/AAAAAAAABIU/8HNz739D7r4/s320/100_8182.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172616740697044962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8jTghx8d9I/AAAAAAAABIM/yKSK7QPn4Jw/s1600-h/100_8185.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8jTghx8d9I/AAAAAAAABIM/yKSK7QPn4Jw/s1600-h/100_8185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8jTghx8d9I/AAAAAAAABIM/yKSK7QPn4Jw/s320/100_8185.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172616727812143058" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoohoooo, his victory pose with Jacqkie. So proud of him =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8jTGxx8d7I/AAAAAAAABH8/df7hUC__BGA/s1600-h/100_8189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8jTGxx8d7I/AAAAAAAABH8/df7hUC__BGA/s320/100_8189.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172616285430511538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a hilarious video of Daren's pain...omfg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xh5w0qNvvVA&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xh5w0qNvvVA&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys can suffer by rock climbing, be afraid, be very afraid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8jSPBx8d5I/AAAAAAAABHs/zEEol1-9dyU/s1600-h/100_8196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8jSPBx8d5I/AAAAAAAABHs/zEEol1-9dyU/s320/100_8196.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172615327652804498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8jR3xx8d4I/AAAAAAAABHk/9wzGQR_tDLc/s1600-h/100_8197.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8jR3xx8d4I/AAAAAAAABHk/9wzGQR_tDLc/s1600-h/100_8197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8jR3xx8d4I/AAAAAAAABHk/9wzGQR_tDLc/s320/100_8197.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172614928220845954" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaneil trying out the hard ones. Yikes, almost there... good effort though, damn hard!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8jR3hx8d3I/AAAAAAAABHc/6aawJYBs5Rs/s1600-h/100_8201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8jR3hx8d3I/AAAAAAAABHc/6aawJYBs5Rs/s320/100_8201.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172614923925878642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8jSPhx8d6I/AAAAAAAABH0/wC5FaGZzZu4/s1600-h/100_8193.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8jSPhx8d6I/AAAAAAAABH0/wC5FaGZzZu4/s1600-h/100_8193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8jSPhx8d6I/AAAAAAAABH0/wC5FaGZzZu4/s320/100_8193.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172615336242739106" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe, here's some pic I took with kerry with and without her acknowledgment. *cheeky grin*&lt;br /&gt;Apparently she was too distracted to Shaneil's skills that she didn't notice I was nicely snapping away like nobody's business. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8jRRBx8d1I/AAAAAAAABHM/RxueddTjbVY/s1600-h/100_8199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8jRRBx8d1I/AAAAAAAABHM/RxueddTjbVY/s320/100_8199.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172614262500915026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8jRRhx8d2I/AAAAAAAABHU/T2NH_Yz2q4A/s1600-h/100_8200.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8jRRhx8d2I/AAAAAAAABHU/T2NH_Yz2q4A/s1600-h/100_8200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8jRRhx8d2I/AAAAAAAABHU/T2NH_Yz2q4A/s320/100_8200.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172614271090849634" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8jQkBx8d0I/AAAAAAAABHE/XE6K8kDcdD8/s1600-h/100_8202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8jQkBx8d0I/AAAAAAAABHE/XE6K8kDcdD8/s320/100_8202.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172613489406801730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8jTHRx8d8I/AAAAAAAABIE/PxT3P8-3vBg/s1600-h/100_8188.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8jTHRx8d8I/AAAAAAAABIE/PxT3P8-3vBg/s1600-h/100_8188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8jTHRx8d8I/AAAAAAAABIE/PxT3P8-3vBg/s320/100_8188.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172616294020446146" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, she looks like she looked into the camera. BUT NO! She's still oblivious to it! Wahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Daren wanting me to record his ability to rock climb. Hahaha, showing off abitlaa after conquering it with ease as compared to it last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hike6zExl9M&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hike6zExl9M&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Climbs like a true Donkey Kong...&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;*grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177543453946183005-2338727189801491250?l=sweei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/feeds/2338727189801491250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177543453946183005&amp;postID=2338727189801491250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/2338727189801491250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/2338727189801491250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/2008/02/rock-climb-2nd-3rd-time.html' title='Rock Climb, 2nd &amp; 3rd time'/><author><name>Swee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04768253712855924803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLQXAuJJOCI/AAAAAAAABe4/y0Zurovze_4/S220/n563865522_3296444_7585-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8jVjxx8eFI/AAAAAAAABJM/nQTpZK4C3Ek/s72-c/100_8164.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177543453946183005.post-1055907312773552458</id><published>2008-02-27T21:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T21:39:39.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Backstreet Boys</title><content type='html'>Today, at 5 something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;...it was raining cats &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;friggin obese&lt;/span&gt; dogs!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh darn heavy rain I tell you...It's like the heavens above has a water pipe burst or something that even God couldn't fix it in time for me to catch my bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad picked me up at 6pm from college due to me missing my 5:15 bus &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;(class ended 15 mins late, supposed to end at 5pm, *dammit* or rather *no dammit*)&lt;/span&gt; and also since he was nearby stuck in a jam. So thought he'd pick me up instead of the usual me waiting for the 6:15 bus and waiting for him at either Subang Parade or Taylor's main campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still raining, but this time, not obese cats and dogs, but rather, the nice and normal pitter patter of God finally getting the hang of fixing burst pipes. Wonder if rain can be considered heavens piss if since alchohol is considered to be the devil's piss...&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Hmmm, ponder ponder....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, on the way back, the song "As long as you love me" by the Backstreet Boys back when they had better songs (=P) was being played on the radio. Then I was suddenly reminded...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Me: Eh, Di, of all the days, Backstreet Boys will be performing tonight...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Dad &amp;amp; Me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHA....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Dad: Is it? Oh yeah, today's the 27th, but then they'll be having it in Sunway Lagoon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Me: yea, rain won't die wanlah, it's all wet there anyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Dad: But then the rain will stop by then, they'll only start at 9pm around that time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Me: true true...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;~END~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177543453946183005-1055907312773552458?l=sweei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/feeds/1055907312773552458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177543453946183005&amp;postID=1055907312773552458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/1055907312773552458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/1055907312773552458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/2008/02/backstreet-boys.html' title='Backstreet Boys'/><author><name>Swee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04768253712855924803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLQXAuJJOCI/AAAAAAAABe4/y0Zurovze_4/S220/n563865522_3296444_7585-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177543453946183005.post-42341057537853087</id><published>2008-02-23T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T10:26:42.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock Climbing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;*currently loving Hi-Five - "She's Playing Hard to Get"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday I tried something new, FUN, tiring, FUN, and FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ROCK CLIMBING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's a great sport to tone up those relaxed muscles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed to Summit USJ at 1 something after our classes. Those who went was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Kerry, Audrey, Jacqkie, Daren, Denise, Shaneil, Amir, Ryan, Lee and ME&lt;/span&gt;! We wouldn't do this awesome activity if it hadn't been for Denise and Shaneil. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;*grins* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're now certified belayers! We had to take a course, so overall the cost was about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RM28.50&lt;/span&gt;. And that's for student price. Not badlah, cheaper than the one in 1 Utama that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8ALcslJc0I/AAAAAAAABGs/2pXHAC_zW0c/s1600-h/100_8082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8ALcslJc0I/AAAAAAAABGs/2pXHAC_zW0c/s400/100_8082.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170144959852540738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amir bumped into us, so we invited him to come along with us to Summit to rock climb &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(direct translation into BM, panjat batu, sounds sooo lame, ehehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8AK-clJcyI/AAAAAAAABGc/7QPG8Npg3JQ/s1600-h/100_8083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8AK-clJcyI/AAAAAAAABGc/7QPG8Npg3JQ/s400/100_8083.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170144440161497890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaneil &amp;amp; Denise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8ALNMlJczI/AAAAAAAABGk/anT2v7twt-U/s1600-h/100_8084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8ALNMlJczI/AAAAAAAABGk/anT2v7twt-U/s320/100_8084.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170144693564568370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaneil belaying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8AK-MlJcxI/AAAAAAAABGU/1XW7UojkrxY/s1600-h/100_8085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8AK-MlJcxI/AAAAAAAABGU/1XW7UojkrxY/s400/100_8085.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170144435866530578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructor in the striking green shirt, that's ME coming down from the wall! Jacqkie looks like she's having a hard time...=S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8AKn8lJcvI/AAAAAAAABGE/rqHnG5wdb9U/s1600-h/100_8087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8AKn8lJcvI/AAAAAAAABGE/rqHnG5wdb9U/s400/100_8087.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170144053614441202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8AKoMlJcwI/AAAAAAAABGM/MJxJCTNYNDw/s1600-h/100_8086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8AKoMlJcwI/AAAAAAAABGM/MJxJCTNYNDw/s400/100_8086.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170144057909408514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8AKRMlJcuI/AAAAAAAABF8/wM7ToQwZauU/s1600-h/100_8089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8AKRMlJcuI/AAAAAAAABF8/wM7ToQwZauU/s400/100_8089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170143662772417250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My trademark pose by now, me grinning while my mates in the background doing their thang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8AKEslJctI/AAAAAAAABF0/oZJrgX8o35A/s1600-h/100_8093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8AKEslJctI/AAAAAAAABF0/oZJrgX8o35A/s320/100_8093.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170143448024052434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture that started the whole ass-booty frenzy. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8AJvclJcrI/AAAAAAAABFk/7FNFQWionJU/s1600-h/100_8101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8AJvclJcrI/AAAAAAAABFk/7FNFQWionJU/s400/100_8101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170143082951832242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaneil jumped down from the wall, damn! Look at him go *whoooooooosh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8AJv8lJcsI/AAAAAAAABFs/KesVlQnA9ok/s1600-h/100_8091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8AJv8lJcsI/AAAAAAAABFs/KesVlQnA9ok/s400/100_8091.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170143091541766850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock climbing rocks! hahaha, sounds funny, get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8AJRMlJcpI/AAAAAAAABFU/j-vNqPd0R3o/s1600-h/100_8111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8AJRMlJcpI/AAAAAAAABFU/j-vNqPd0R3o/s400/100_8111.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170142563260789394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF Jacqkieeee, whatcha doingggg...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8AJRslJcqI/AAAAAAAABFc/OIEABrROrDM/s1600-h/100_8098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8AJRslJcqI/AAAAAAAABFc/OIEABrROrDM/s400/100_8098.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170142571850724002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerry and Jacqkie racing with one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8AI68lJcnI/AAAAAAAABFE/pWTgUv0d--4/s1600-h/100_8104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8AI68lJcnI/AAAAAAAABFE/pWTgUv0d--4/s400/100_8104.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170142181008700018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, perfect shot. Ryan scratching his arse and Kerry looking oh-so-adorable =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8AI7clJcoI/AAAAAAAABFM/iftoE-luOok/s1600-h/100_8102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8AI7clJcoI/AAAAAAAABFM/iftoE-luOok/s400/100_8102.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170142189598634626" 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/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8AIcslJcmI/AAAAAAAABE8/DTlMttxOlfA/s1600-h/100_8107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8AIcslJcmI/AAAAAAAABE8/DTlMttxOlfA/s200/100_8107.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170141661317657186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8AIcMlJclI/AAAAAAAABE0/N1fAVWb0K14/s1600-h/100_8106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8AIcMlJclI/AAAAAAAABE0/N1fAVWb0K14/s200/100_8106.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170141652727722578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8AH6slJckI/AAAAAAAABEs/_pLsg5ICmjg/s1600-h/100_8109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8AH6slJckI/AAAAAAAABEs/_pLsg5ICmjg/s200/100_8109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170141077202104898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situation: Daren belaying Jacqkie&lt;br /&gt;Daren said "Faster baby, FASTERRR, ahhhhh" Due to the harnest hurting him so. Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;Nice ass man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8AHo8lJciI/AAAAAAAABEc/sr9A1CDDAHs/s1600-h/100_8116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8AHo8lJciI/AAAAAAAABEc/sr9A1CDDAHs/s200/100_8116.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170140772259426850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8AHpclJcjI/AAAAAAAABEk/lUave-js4To/s1600-h/100_8112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8AHpclJcjI/AAAAAAAABEk/lUave-js4To/s200/100_8112.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170140780849361458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerry's attempt to take a picture of his manhood. Hahahaha, kesian him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8AHFclJchI/AAAAAAAABEU/PlM66SfW20g/s1600-h/100_8122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8AHFclJchI/AAAAAAAABEU/PlM66SfW20g/s400/100_8122.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170140162374070802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called Lee along to rock climb, as well as to meet up and get to know my mates. Sweet of him for coming eventhough rock climbing isn't his thing. According to himlah, but apparently he rock climbs quite well. Wheeee, glad he likes my mates, said that they're damn fun. Should come out more with us next time around then, ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Daren's STUCK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xWGtGpCJpDk&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xWGtGpCJpDk&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a funny clip of how Daren couldn't continue rock climbing and the funny comments that were said by others watching from down below. Lol, memalukan Donkey Kongs around the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, THEY concluded to go for rock climbing every once in a week. I don't know about that. LOL, see first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I brought my camera to college so that the rest can see the pics of the rock climbing session. In the end, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Calyn&lt;/span&gt; got excited with my cam and took pics during &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Malaysian Studies&lt;/span&gt;. Boring boring class. Hahaha, here are the random pics she tooklah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8AE4MlJcgI/AAAAAAAABEM/4zAx0zw7R1U/s1600-h/100_8129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8AE4MlJcgI/AAAAAAAABEM/4zAx0zw7R1U/s400/100_8129.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170137735717548546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, Caroline and Vivien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8AEqslJceI/AAAAAAAABD8/wcb5wwqtFV0/s1600-h/100_8130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8AEqslJceI/AAAAAAAABD8/wcb5wwqtFV0/s320/100_8130.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170137503789314530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8AErMlJcfI/AAAAAAAABEE/X1iRATmIlyo/s1600-h/100_8128.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8AErMlJcfI/AAAAAAAABEE/X1iRATmIlyo/s1600-h/100_8128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8AErMlJcfI/AAAAAAAABEE/X1iRATmIlyo/s320/100_8128.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170137512379249138" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysian Constitution...boringgg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8AEBslJccI/AAAAAAAABDs/-NSDjRH1Y1w/s1600-h/100_8131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8AEBslJccI/AAAAAAAABDs/-NSDjRH1Y1w/s320/100_8131.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170136799414677954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8ADj8lJcaI/AAAAAAAABDc/ZNCoq3HsP_E/s1600-h/100_8136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8ADj8lJcaI/AAAAAAAABDc/ZNCoq3HsP_E/s320/100_8136.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170136288313569698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8ADkMlJcbI/AAAAAAAABDk/KZ3AFxRKVow/s1600-h/100_8132.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8ADkMlJcbI/AAAAAAAABDk/KZ3AFxRKVow/s1600-h/100_8132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8ADkMlJcbI/AAAAAAAABDk/KZ3AFxRKVow/s320/100_8132.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170136292608537010" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syireen and her lovely French braid that Denise did for her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After college, I took the 4:15pm bus to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Asia Cafe&lt;/span&gt; and met up with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Joyce, Benita and Lee&lt;/span&gt; just to chillout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8ADMMlJcYI/AAAAAAAABDM/njsICqKvPLo/s1600-h/100_8139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8ADMMlJcYI/AAAAAAAABDM/njsICqKvPLo/s400/100_8139.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170135880291676546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8ADNMlJcZI/AAAAAAAABDU/2K4tOSmM7oI/s1600-h/100_8138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8ADNMlJcZI/AAAAAAAABDU/2K4tOSmM7oI/s400/100_8138.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170135897471545746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonstop fiddling with my phone on the table...guess he can't help it. It's like how you can't help but to pull out some grass when you're sitting down on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8AC2clJcXI/AAAAAAAABDE/ahD6bvYGMyU/s1600-h/100_8142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R8AC2clJcXI/AAAAAAAABDE/ahD6bvYGMyU/s400/100_8142.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170135506629521778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benita and Joyce, love them to bits... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left AC at 6:30 and ate at&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Little Taiwan&lt;/span&gt;. All ate &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beef Ramen&lt;/span&gt; while I was the only out one to chose &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Spicy Hot Ramen&lt;/span&gt; instead. It was frigging spicy weih!!! My eyes were sweating like nobody's business. Damn hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, while we were there, we called &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Ju Lyirn&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Sher Mayne&lt;/span&gt; to come along with us to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunway Pyramid&lt;/span&gt;. It was great! While we were there, we played some arcade games, then went on over to &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Waffle World&lt;/span&gt; since Ju Lyirn was the only one who hasn't eaten dinner yet. We left at 10 something since most of the shops were closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moved on to...&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;JU LYIRN'S HOUSE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayne, Joyce, and Benita left at 11:50pm, while Lee and I left at 2 something in the morning. Lee and Ju has the ability to go on and on about games and gadgets like 2 chatter boxes. Craziness, anyways I was comfortably laying on the couch watching tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fun-filled day nontheless, but work has to be done next unfortunately, so i'll be spending my weekends at home...Mid-terms to study and assignments to complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;*sighs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177543453946183005-42341057537853087?l=sweei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/feeds/42341057537853087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177543453946183005&amp;postID=42341057537853087&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R7rqhMlJcQI/AAAAAAAABCM/00G0zTojocM/s1600-h/100_7995.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R7rqhMlJcQI/AAAAAAAABCM/00G0zTojocM/s400/100_7995.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168701378394681602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R7qOsMlJcJI/AAAAAAAABBU/JjUN57Mqn0w/s1600-h/100_8012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168600412303487122" style="" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R7qOsMlJcJI/AAAAAAAABBU/JjUN57Mqn0w/s400/100_8012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177543453946183005-4625184709863600098?l=sweei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/feeds/4625184709863600098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177543453946183005&amp;postID=4625184709863600098&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/4625184709863600098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/4625184709863600098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/2008/02/smiles.html' title='= )'/><author><name>Swee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04768253712855924803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLQXAuJJOCI/AAAAAAAABe4/y0Zurovze_4/S220/n563865522_3296444_7585-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R7qEmclJb9I/AAAAAAAAA_0/j6zB1JUSoXI/s72-c/100_8041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177543453946183005.post-8579996574043148712</id><published>2008-02-19T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T21:42:28.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>?.?</title><content type='html'>I had a funny conversation with Karen...here's how it went...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking to him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;23:38:53 ~ I cant breathe until your resting here with me ~ says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya, talkin bout u actauli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;23:39:36 I say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;23:39:49 I say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scandalous *imitates the ashleys from recess*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;23:39:56 ~ I cant breathe until your resting here with me ~ says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gettin sum dirt out..hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;23:40:02 I say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe, do tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;23:40:56 ~ I cant breathe until your resting here with me ~ says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well..its p&amp;amp;c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;23:40:57 ~ I cant breathe until your resting here with me ~ says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;23:44:53 I say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dammit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;23:44:55 I say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haih, talking behind my back eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;23:45:13 ~ I cant breathe until your resting here with me ~ says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well u guys talk in front of my back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;23:45:20 ~ I cant breathe until your resting here with me ~ says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if dat makes sense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;23:45:20 I say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;23:45:26 I say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahahaha, wtf!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;*quote from Lee while correcting and "educating" Sher Mayne's lil brother (form 2) during supper at McDs,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"No no no, women don't need men, men NEED women..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;=_="&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177543453946183005-8579996574043148712?l=sweei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/feeds/8579996574043148712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177543453946183005&amp;postID=8579996574043148712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/8579996574043148712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/8579996574043148712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title='?.?'/><author><name>Swee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04768253712855924803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLQXAuJJOCI/AAAAAAAABe4/y0Zurovze_4/S220/n563865522_3296444_7585-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177543453946183005.post-2295376198268033856</id><published>2008-02-17T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T23:07:22.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whoop-dee-doo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;* currently listening &amp;amp; addicted to Micheal Jackson's songs...again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were alot of great things that happened to me during this past one week. And I really really love that everything went according to what I wanted...well not all of it, but most of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing, it's wonderful, it's most of all stress relieving...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that happened since my last post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;#1 Presentations Skills presentation on Valentines Day is OVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;(Tuesday morning)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;#2 Economics presentation on the Gugusan Manjoi flash flood is OVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; (Wednesday morning)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;#3 LION DANCE performance at TCPJ!!! How sweeter can it get? Well, it can and it did. Wahahhaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Wednesday afternoon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After class, the rest of the gang tried to prevent me from going to see the performance, mean friends I have. Tsk tsk tsk. Thank god I have Karen! Hehe, anyways, i'm willing to ditch my mates just to watch the dance &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;(i'm a total lion dance freak, wouldn't miss it for the world)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Karen and I went to watch the lion dance performance at the valet parking outside. It was spectacular!!! Love love love love it to bits. After all my years of witnessing these kind of acrobatic performances, there was this one part in which i've never seen before! It was where the lion climbed up a very VERY tall pole &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;(only the front part, the guy who poses as the ass was left down with the other dudes who had to support the pole upright)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, bit, chewed, and spat out the bundle of vegetable, then amazingly, the guy/lion balanced on his/its stomach and the pole was spun around a couple of times. Looked like a flying lion to me with it being all horizontal and all. Damnnnnn friggin cun. Ouch, imagine the guy's stomachlaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, after the performance, we reunited with the gang who was at the hawker stall there having an events team meeting. So we joined them. Little did we know, the whole gang of the lion dance team came few mins later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Whoohooo! Double whammy baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they performed right beside me, drums and all. What a day it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;#4 Spent Valentines day with Audrey and Kerry in the early afternoons and Lee in the late afternoon till early morning the next day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Thursday, whole day)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class ended at 11:45am, so then Audrey, Kerry, and I went over to pyramid. We watched Jumper since it was released on that day itself. My reviews on it would be that it's alright. Not as great as how I expected it to be. It's the kind of movie that's best to watch once, and not to be watched again. Hehe, sorry if i've offended any fans of jumper out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after the movie, Audrey went back home while I stayed with Kerry waiting for Shafiq and me waiting for Lee to come from the Hospital. When Lee came at 4 something and Kerry left when Shafiq came, I had spent the whole time onwards with Lee in Parade shopping for his shoe, which was really fast, since he knew where to go. We then straight headed to 1 Utama, reached at 6 something. We got tickets for "Dan in Real Life". Movie that is scheduled at 11:10pm since the 9 something one is for gold class. Nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, in the meantime to kill ALOT of time on our hands, we both went to the arcade for fun and played a shooting game called House of the Dead and a few racing games. I think the shooting game was by far best! No regrets since I was hesitant about it. We hung around, ate dinner, hung around some more, Lee did some shopping. Gosh, its weird that when i'm in the shopping mall with guys, they're always the one who guys the stuff instead of the girls. Hahaha, weird. Looks like the table has turned. Well, I had a great great time spending it with him. It was lovely. Somehow, I wonder how we started hanging out as a group together with Ben and Sireesak. If it wasn't for it, we wouldn't be close at all. God works in strange ways. But i'm glad He did. If not, i wouldn't be with him now as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached home at about 1 something in the morning. I saw a huge bouquet of flowers with a bear in the center. Awww, hurryingly I grabbed it and went upstairs and opened the card. It was from him. He shouldn't have, but he did, and that's just so thoughtful of him. Spending time with him is better than anything in the world right now. Hope you're reading this, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I only want you and your time. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;#5 Done with the presentation slide templates for our proPassion company.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Friday morning)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh, I was cursed cursed and more cursed! I only received the duty to do the slide design templates on Tuesday night and the due date I had to fulfill was on a Friday before Project class which is at 1-3pm, so it can be presented then. So I tried doing it the next day. SAD TO SAY was that my computer totally screwed my up good. I did some stuff, BUT couldn't save. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;*dammit*&lt;/span&gt; So i went to the other computer with much frust in my body, heart, soul, mind whateverlah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, the computer's graphic card was screwed up!! The computer screen was so bad and pixelated. ISH, so I decided I would do it the next day. Little did I know I was going to spend the whole day out, due to it being V-day and all. When I came back home, it was already 1:40am, I got myself all ready for bed, then went onto the computer. And the same situation happened again! But worse, once I tried dragging the picture into the illustrator, nothing showed up, like what gives man?!?!?! URGH, RAM memory low. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shit shit shit&lt;/span&gt;. So I gave up, was really tired from being out the whole day, and moreover it was 3 something in the morning on a Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when I decided to skip Malaysian Studies class in the morning at 8am. Since I couldn't do my designs at home, I decided go to go college early to do my work there. So I set my alarm at 7am. Gosh, i was so tired that i turned it off and went back to sleep! Thought I would take like a few minutes nap, but being the smart ass that I am, I woke up 2 hours later!! Reached college 10 something, got it done at 12 something then rushed for lunch with the rest of the gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;*phew*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, the designs were accepted by everyone, no objections. Yeay! I did 3 different designs. One for the cover, topic and content. Mission completed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;#6 Tried to catch the Lion Dance in Parade with mum but missed it, only managed to catch the last part.  Depressing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Friday evening)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum and I rushed over to Parade to watch the Lion Dance performance. It was scheduled to be at 7pm. Hehe, my mom's not much of a fan like me, but she likes it nontheless. Supposed to go with Dad as well, but he was too tired. So it was just mum and I. We were actually late! Left the house at 6:55pm. But then, I had that hope that it'll start late, like a normal smart ass Malaysian. When we reached there, we thought we managed to be there in time since we saw the lion shaking his thang on the floor and havent gotten up on the poles yet. But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;*poof*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...my excitement went down to the pits of hell, when the music stopped. END. ARGHHH, only managed to catch like 2 minutes of the show. Damn damn damn. Oh well, there's always next time. One thing I need to note is the amazing punctuality of the performances at Parade. Now it has come to my senses that the performers are starting earlier if not on time. HHAHAHA, scary weih, what happened to our Malaysian culture? our way of life? Slowly deteriorating or is it that there was some sort of fine implemented onto them for lateness? No idea, but i'm liking it, and also not liking it, since i'm still stuck with the Malaysian way of life...being late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;#7 Had a great time at Sher Mayne's new house in Kota Kemuning together with Sher Mayne &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;(of course)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;, Prassan, Ju Lyrin, Sireesak, Lee, and Mayne's MOM! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Friday late night)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great fun! Eventhough I was dead bored watching them gamble, since i don't like gambling...i tell you, they all gambled till 3 something in the morning. I was on the verge of dying by then. It was fun catching up with the rest of the gang. Soon at 5 something, we all slept while watching TV. But I was pretty much awake, only slept for a few minutes. Some more still had the energy to send them back home with the small amount of sleep I had. My back ached as hell. Was doing some funky stretching when I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we all left Mayne's place at 9 something in the morning. Going to miss Prassan already. Funny dude, never had a dull moment with him around. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;*grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#8 Went for dinner at relative's house in KL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;(Saturday night)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a nice time having dinner there, the nice japanese lady was there again. She attended last year's gathering. Nice to see her again after a year. Hehehe, my cousin invited her along, i think she's her Japanese teacher or something. Well, we communicated abit during dinner time. Damn cutelah, she kept saying &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;"oiishi...oiishii"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;#9 Watched the "24 Seasons Drum Performance" with mum at Subang Parade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Sunday afternoon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R7hjZslJbxI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/Ml2T89yZBts/s1600-h/100_8077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R7hjZslJbxI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/Ml2T89yZBts/s400/100_8077.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167989865522491154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R7hjYclJbwI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/-eVY2XNLEW8/s1600-h/100_8076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R7hjYclJbwI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/-eVY2XNLEW8/s400/100_8076.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167989844047654658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Spectacular performance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Lastly, to end this post. Pictures of Chloe afraid of the rain! Awww... poor thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R7hkpclJbyI/AAAAAAAAA-g/GVm3jzRB4zw/s1600-h/100_8079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R7hkpclJbyI/AAAAAAAAA-g/GVm3jzRB4zw/s400/100_8079.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167991235617058594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Always go to the back room and snuggles up on the sofa. Eventhough she's forbidden to do so, but she's one stubborn girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R7hkp8lJbzI/AAAAAAAAA-o/Skr-f3cR0Bk/s1600-h/100_8080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R7hkp8lJbzI/AAAAAAAAA-o/Skr-f3cR0Bk/s400/100_8080.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167991244206993202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Haih, she's being all emo on the rain now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;CH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;EE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;S!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177543453946183005-2295376198268033856?l=sweei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/feeds/2295376198268033856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177543453946183005&amp;postID=2295376198268033856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/2295376198268033856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/2295376198268033856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/2008/02/whoop-dee-doo.html' title='whoop-dee-doo'/><author><name>Swee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04768253712855924803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLQXAuJJOCI/AAAAAAAABe4/y0Zurovze_4/S220/n563865522_3296444_7585-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/R7hjZslJbxI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/Ml2T89yZBts/s72-c/100_8077.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177543453946183005.post-8457349286198746606</id><published>2008-02-11T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T22:01:05.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cupid, God of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Recently i've been doing some research on Valentines Day as part of my presentation topic. And I came across this intriguing story that I find quite adorable, especially the last part. The original can be read here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;The History and Meaning of Cupid, God of Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; While not a real person, Cupid was the God of Love to ancient Romans, and many Italians believed in his powers. Even in the modern world, references to Cupid and his bow and arrows of love are found everywhere on Valentine’s Day. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Cupid was not initially the cherubic, happy little angel that we think of today. In his original incarnation, he was a very mischievous, sometimes dark god of love and desire who enjoyed matching 'odd couples' and seeing how they worked out. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Cupid eventually fell under his own spell of odd matches. He fell in love with Psyche, a mortal. In the Greek language, Psyche means "butterfly" and also means "soul". In many ways, what Psyche goes through is symbolic of the path of each woman’s soul in life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Cupid had actually been sent by his mother, Venus, to punish Psyche for her beauty. Instead, he was captivated by her. He arranged to have her brought to his mountain home to live with him, but he hid his identity from her, only visiting her at night. Their time together was so tender and full of gentle talk that Psyche fell in love with Cupid, without ever seeing him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Psyche’s jealous sisters were angered by her wealth and love, and convinced Psyche that her lover must be a monster to so hide himself. The sisters persuaded her to sneak up on him after he left her one evening, armed with a knife. He awoke and saw her there, and said sadly, "I inflict no other punishment on you than to leave you forever. Love cannot dwell with suspicion." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Psyche realized how foolish she’d been, and decided the only way to be with Cupid again was to go talk to Venus and ask for her blessing. Venus was delighted at having Psyche kneeling down before her, and set forth many tasks for Psyche to perform to prove her worthiness. Each task was more than Psyche thought she could manage, but in each case a God stepped in to assist her. Finally Psyche and Cupid were allowed to be married. They were very happy together, and had a child, named Pleasure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;(awww)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY VALENTINES DAY&lt;/span&gt; everyone! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; love &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; yall!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177543453946183005-8457349286198746606?l=sweei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/feeds/8457349286198746606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177543453946183005&amp;postID=8457349286198746606&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/8457349286198746606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/8457349286198746606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/2008/02/cupid-god-of-love.html' title='Cupid, God of Love'/><author><name>Swee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04768253712855924803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLQXAuJJOCI/AAAAAAAABe4/y0Zurovze_4/S220/n563865522_3296444_7585-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177543453946183005.post-5089970082611698287</id><published>2008-02-08T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T20:22:57.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>Lee and I were at Benta Kaya having a drink and there was a lovely row of bamboo plants just beside us. All hell broke loose when I said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;*taps on the bamboo sticks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;"Ya know what, I'd like to have these baboons ..... HAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAH!!!..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;What I wanted to say: "Ya know what, I'd like to have these bamboos in my garden"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiyamaaaa... Lee laughed along but soon said &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;"I don't want to talk yo you anymore weih..."&lt;/span&gt; when I was laughing for like what lasted for 5 minutes nonstop and the occasional giggling to myself bit. Damn funnylaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard that line many times from Kerry...and she's still talking to me!&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt; *yeay*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one can escape the Sweei charm. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;=P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177543453946183005-5089970082611698287?l=sweei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/feeds/5089970082611698287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177543453946183005&amp;postID=5089970082611698287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/5089970082611698287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/5089970082611698287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/2008/02/funny-quote-of-day.html' title='Funny Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Swee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04768253712855924803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLQXAuJJOCI/AAAAAAAABe4/y0Zurovze_4/S220/n563865522_3296444_7585-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177543453946183005.post-4002648758768166432</id><published>2008-02-06T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T18:46:15.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Q&amp;A</title><content type='html'>Extracted from "Yahoo! News"...This is FRIGGIN FUNNY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LONDON (Reuters) - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Question: What was Gandhi's first name? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Contestant's answer: Goosey Goosey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Warning to all those know-alls who shout at the television screen when contestants offer dumb answers to blindingly obvious questions -- one day that could be you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From regional radio shows to "Who Wants To be a Millionaire?" and "University Challenge," people make fools of themselves -- as internet site www.jumpingjacksbar.com found in collating some of the worst howlers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here are leading contenders for the "Dumb Down" gold medal:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Presenter: What happened in Dallas on November 22,1963?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Contestant: I don't know, I wasn't watching it then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Presenter: Which American actor is married to Nicole Kidman?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Contestant: Forrest Gump&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Presenter: In which country is Mount Everest?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Contestant: Er, it's not in Scotland is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Presenter: Name a film starring Bob Hoskins that is also the name of a famous painting by Leonardo da Vinci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Contestant: Who Framed Roger Rabbit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Presenter: In which European city was the first opera house opened in 1637?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Contestant: Sydney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Presenter: How long did the Six-Day War between Egypt and Israel last?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Contestant: (after long pause) Fourteen days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Presenter: Where did the D-Day landings take place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Contestant: (after pause) Pearl Harbor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Presenter: What is the currency in India&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Contestant: Ramadan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Presenter: Johnny Weissmuller died on this day. Which jungle-swinging character clad only in a loin cloth did he play?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Contestant: Jesus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Hehehe, stupid funny =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7177543453946183005-4002648758768166432?l=sweei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/feeds/4002648758768166432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7177543453946183005&amp;postID=4002648758768166432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/4002648758768166432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7177543453946183005/posts/default/4002648758768166432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweei.blogspot.com/2008/02/funny-q.html' title='Funny Q&amp;A'/><author><name>Swee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04768253712855924803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkacW5WJR4M/SLQXAuJJOCI/AAAAAAAABe4/y0Zurovze_4/S220/n563865522_3296444_7585-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7177543453946183005.post-8084932355168618133</id><published>2008-02-05T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T17:44:55.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~tralalalalaa~</title><content type='html'>Hello world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had a great time out. Was practically out the whole entire day!&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/SWEECH/Desktop/n505476799_638837_8513.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fantastic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;o!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/SWEECH/Desktop/n505476799_638849_2612.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerry, Shafiq, Karen and I went over to Essence to pick up our pay cheque and on behalf of
