<?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-8813156108029225552</id><updated>2011-12-03T22:32:52.858+01:00</updated><title type='text'>lovelovelove.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Everlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13807447240028648862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>273</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813156108029225552.post-4336338468903059829</id><published>2011-12-03T22:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T22:32:52.866+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I just finally realized.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;People change , feelings change , it doesn't mean that the love that once was shared wasn't true . it just means that sometimes when people grow , they grow apart. -Gideon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;@Er Sun Peng, it just took me a longer time to finally realize this. I should really ley bygones be bygones already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibXjc8ZjTsI/TtqVMeT13qI/AAAAAAAACag/KSoFVHIfDzk/s1600/DSC00636.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibXjc8ZjTsI/TtqVMeT13qI/AAAAAAAACag/KSoFVHIfDzk/s200/DSC00636.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813156108029225552-4336338468903059829?l=everules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/feeds/4336338468903059829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-just-finally-realized.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/4336338468903059829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/4336338468903059829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-just-finally-realized.html' title='I just finally realized.'/><author><name>Everlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13807447240028648862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibXjc8ZjTsI/TtqVMeT13qI/AAAAAAAACag/KSoFVHIfDzk/s72-c/DSC00636.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813156108029225552.post-6976555400438499319</id><published>2011-10-31T16:06:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T16:11:33.870+01:00</updated><title type='text'>To care, not to care.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fzief6YMO6M/Tq61ojhmvvI/AAAAAAAACXo/3twRnrqsWug/s1600/tumblr_lm1onfjW211qbpwzeo1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="448" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fzief6YMO6M/Tq61ojhmvvI/AAAAAAAACXo/3twRnrqsWug/s640/tumblr_lm1onfjW211qbpwzeo1_500.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This is just a random post to all the girls out there; WAKE UP!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I've been looking and watching my friends facing break-up(s) and patch-up(s) and having fears to love again. Sad to say, I am one of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I realized that most of the time, girls would keep yapping about the past. How they met the special him, how it went on, the places they went, what they did, what they ate, what they pooped etc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Thing is, wake up, girls! &lt;u&gt;They do not want us anymore.&lt;/u&gt; As easy as that. They forgot what we did, they forgot the places we went to, they forgot how special you are, that is exactly why they left us, right? Sadly, it took me awhile to realize that as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Come to think of it, isn't it stupid to wait and wait like a puppy, hoping he would return? Yes. Retarded in fact. &lt;strike&gt;Have you read stories about a dog waiting for its master whom abandoned it and will never come back? What happened to that dog? Either a tragic death or starved to death.&lt;/strike&gt; We are humans.&amp;nbsp;So are the people who hurt us.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;People would still have sympathy for the dog who waited. For us? People might just call us stupid for being so stupid. Yeah, this is the world baby. So are the people who hurt us. They are cruel to us, why be cruel towards ourselves even more?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Every month I would watch the significant dates go by. And torture myself by pondering, "Why is it over?" "What did I do wrong?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Thing is, there is no answer to that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I know it is really unfair for the people who loves me, who cares about me to look at me torturing myself again and again. I thought I was strong enough to face it all. At the end of the day, who am I to give advices to my friends when I cannot even help myself. Who am I to ask my friends to wake up when I haven't woken up yet?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;To be honest, I am only half-awake. A part of me still want to know the real story. I am curious about a story, about a truth that will never be revealed. Sometimes I asked myself, why do I even bother loving someone when I am not even sure if that someone is going to love me as sincerely as truthfully as I love him?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This is the part when girls lose the faith and trust to love again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Conclusion is, there is no conclusion. We probably have to keep taking risks until we find the safe place to place our hearts. All the best, to all the beautiful girls out there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;We have to just keep believing :] It is not the end, just yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813156108029225552-6976555400438499319?l=everules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/feeds/6976555400438499319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2011/10/to-care-not-to-care.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/6976555400438499319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/6976555400438499319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2011/10/to-care-not-to-care.html' title='To care, not to care.'/><author><name>Everlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13807447240028648862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fzief6YMO6M/Tq61ojhmvvI/AAAAAAAACXo/3twRnrqsWug/s72-c/tumblr_lm1onfjW211qbpwzeo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813156108029225552.post-2302729904413780426</id><published>2011-10-30T18:40:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T18:51:23.807+01:00</updated><title type='text'>STRESSSSSSSSSSSSED :X</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vGYKyW2sk8I/Tq2JtEmt_5I/AAAAAAAACXQ/gIforHvcidA/s1600/FlickrImage01.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="416" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vGYKyW2sk8I/Tq2JtEmt_5I/AAAAAAAACXQ/gIforHvcidA/s640/FlickrImage01.gif" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its my final exams tomorrow. If I say I am well-prepared for it, I am bullshitting. I wasn't this time compared to my midterm :[ Why did I slack, why did I procastinate?! I am so not sure if I can be a 4 pointer this time T.T Sigh. I tried my best to study all the toughest topics. Sigh. I am worried!&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, I am also worried about my OSCE, its my practical exam. I stutter when there's an audience. Damn, I am so so worried! Lets finish this shit and get it over with. HAH!&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to myself and jiayous to all my classmates. Class 2/2011 jiayou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must have confidence, right?! Trolololololololllllllllll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One good thing is, after this would be a 1 week holiday(HOOOORAH!) and I will be moving on to Sem 2(skips around). Okay, make that 2 good things.HEEEEEEEEE XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GkcagzxHiJI/Tq2JxN9W0bI/AAAAAAAACXY/VmhtehJXzhY/s1600/tumblr_kx11p3xGd21qb0669o1_250.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GkcagzxHiJI/Tq2JxN9W0bI/AAAAAAAACXY/VmhtehJXzhY/s1600/tumblr_kx11p3xGd21qb0669o1_250.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Being with someone who has been treasuring me all these while makes me feel so lucky.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6WrDG12nuwQ/Tq2LTspgOgI/AAAAAAAACXg/u5Hm27YAVL8/s1600/terrykorheart.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6WrDG12nuwQ/Tq2LTspgOgI/AAAAAAAACXg/u5Hm27YAVL8/s640/terrykorheart.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This was taken 3 years back, lol! Before SPM XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813156108029225552-2302729904413780426?l=everules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/feeds/2302729904413780426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-my-final-exams-tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/2302729904413780426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/2302729904413780426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-my-final-exams-tomorrow.html' title='STRESSSSSSSSSSSSED :X'/><author><name>Everlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13807447240028648862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vGYKyW2sk8I/Tq2JtEmt_5I/AAAAAAAACXQ/gIforHvcidA/s72-c/FlickrImage01.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813156108029225552.post-2622122338955796302</id><published>2011-10-25T15:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T15:15:07.738+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Divali!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Happy Deepavalli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; or rather Divali (as my Indian friends would say) to all my peeps!&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I shall enjoy my holidays heeee XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EhGP4NNByXI/Tqa2DY1d7LI/AAAAAAAACXI/jQem3pHWBdc/s1600/Photo+on+2011-10-25+at+21.00.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EhGP4NNByXI/Tqa2DY1d7LI/AAAAAAAACXI/jQem3pHWBdc/s640/Photo+on+2011-10-25+at+21.00.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some awesome henna I did in Brickfields, which I am worried of because I am scared it will not go off by my OSCE exam :/&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813156108029225552-2622122338955796302?l=everules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/feeds/2622122338955796302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-divali.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/2622122338955796302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/2622122338955796302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-divali.html' title='Happy Divali!'/><author><name>Everlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13807447240028648862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EhGP4NNByXI/Tqa2DY1d7LI/AAAAAAAACXI/jQem3pHWBdc/s72-c/Photo+on+2011-10-25+at+21.00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813156108029225552.post-1919424604296756672</id><published>2011-10-25T15:11:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T15:17:46.472+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FSSbG4j2rI8/Tqayy-V-tAI/AAAAAAAACXA/zto5e1WUqKg/s1600/tumblr_l924q3Rzwv1qavji1o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FSSbG4j2rI8/Tqayy-V-tAI/AAAAAAAACXA/zto5e1WUqKg/s640/tumblr_l924q3Rzwv1qavji1o1_500.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry I had to delete you off again. I know its a pretty childish act of mine. So immature. But that is the only thing I could do, to stop myself from caring so much anymore. I am not even supposed to care actually. Knowing that you still remember the date, was kind of consoling but I guess its all psychological now. Its all about me psycho-ing myself that you still care, but nope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am living my life pretty well. Happy in fact. Its great to have someone who cares so much about me, and I care a lot about him too. One thing that sucks, I can't seem to walk away from this shadow. The darkest, scariest shadow.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;What is the reason why I am still hanging on to this? To show that I can wait longer than her? To show you how much it hurts? I have no idea. Why do I hope to see you in misery? Its evil, but sometimes I hope you're not as happy without me, which you are, I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I keep repeating all these shit. I guess that you're also tired of hearing me saying that "I will try my best" and bla bla bla.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am determined this time. I do not want to hurt the ones that care, love about me. Its tiring for them. Its tiring for you and me. Its tiring for you and me. Sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813156108029225552-1919424604296756672?l=everules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/feeds/1919424604296756672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2011/10/sorry-i-had-to-delete-you-off-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/1919424604296756672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/1919424604296756672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2011/10/sorry-i-had-to-delete-you-off-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Everlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13807447240028648862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FSSbG4j2rI8/Tqayy-V-tAI/AAAAAAAACXA/zto5e1WUqKg/s72-c/tumblr_l924q3Rzwv1qavji1o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813156108029225552.post-5773119669864241756</id><published>2011-10-24T19:29:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T19:29:53.612+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OrrNTiylUZQ/TqWgWdP8nuI/AAAAAAAACW4/Hpdxi_CvCS4/s1600/z213767467.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OrrNTiylUZQ/TqWgWdP8nuI/AAAAAAAACW4/Hpdxi_CvCS4/s320/z213767467.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry. I have to do this to you again. Its been 5 months, and yes. I still need some time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813156108029225552-5773119669864241756?l=everules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/feeds/5773119669864241756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2011/10/sorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/5773119669864241756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/5773119669864241756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2011/10/sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>Everlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13807447240028648862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OrrNTiylUZQ/TqWgWdP8nuI/AAAAAAAACW4/Hpdxi_CvCS4/s72-c/z213767467.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813156108029225552.post-253412442421789629</id><published>2011-10-24T18:19:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T18:24:01.665+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZgCgX0XWgZI/TqWOx7PFS_I/AAAAAAAACWw/0wXogZoobu8/s1600/z215808363.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="230" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZgCgX0XWgZI/TqWOx7PFS_I/AAAAAAAACWw/0wXogZoobu8/s320/z215808363.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I know I love you. I know that I expect too much from a person. I myself am not perfect either. Maybe that is why I want you to be perfect. I don't know. I ask too much at times. And when I don't get the results I achieve for, I get disappointed. I get pissed. I keep reminding myself on why I loved him so much. How could I forget why did I love you so much now? I hate this connection I have in my brain and heart. We love someone for different reasons. I really don't know what to do. Its almost 5 months, and I am still so mentally unstable. Today is the 25th again. Its my close friend's birthday and also the date I hope it never existed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813156108029225552-253412442421789629?l=everules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/feeds/253412442421789629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-know-i-love-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/253412442421789629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/253412442421789629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-know-i-love-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Everlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13807447240028648862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZgCgX0XWgZI/TqWOx7PFS_I/AAAAAAAACWw/0wXogZoobu8/s72-c/z215808363.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813156108029225552.post-114502986885122554</id><published>2011-10-24T18:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T18:11:29.891+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AqvZ_7kl3yw/TqWMgVelApI/AAAAAAAACWo/2n3UE8DdzQE/s1600/z159748058.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="224" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AqvZ_7kl3yw/TqWMgVelApI/AAAAAAAACWo/2n3UE8DdzQE/s320/z159748058.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I must say, today wasn't the greatest start of the week. Everything was going on fine until I get to college.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I reached the shit-damned college at 8.15 am, waited like a fool for almost half an hour with my friend. We thought we were at the wrong place and so we left. Ironic thing was, many lecturers saw both of waiting like a fool including our lecturer in-charged. She just walked passed us. And so, around 9 am, my friend called me to come up to this particular room and my friend and I was reprimanded for being late. FISH HER SERIOUSLY. We were the earliest among the whole group and you dare say we were late? She was scolding us for not calling her and what not. Hello. You saw us waiting out there, you did not even say a thing. Any counseling forms coming my way, I WILL NOT sign it. Ever. Not now. Not ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then, it was my theory class. I got some questions wrong. And yeah, one sentence really poached me. She was like "Everlyn, I think we lost you today."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I was like what? All the while I've been giving correct answers and just today I wasn't at my league and I deserve all these shit? Yes, I haven't touched my book for 6 weeks now due to practical/clinical posting. So? Its not like I am not making an effort to do whatever is supposed to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes, I really don't know what lecturers want from us. The ones that are trying their best, they are squeezing every ounce left on them. While the one who aren't really trying their best, are living their lives so easily. Really, the world isn't always fair. And fish that la. Good night. Sorry for all the ranting. I just needed to rant at somewhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/8813156108029225552-114502986885122554?l=everules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/feeds/114502986885122554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-must-say-today-wasnt-greatest-start.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/114502986885122554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/114502986885122554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-must-say-today-wasnt-greatest-start.html' title=''/><author><name>Everlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13807447240028648862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AqvZ_7kl3yw/TqWMgVelApI/AAAAAAAACWo/2n3UE8DdzQE/s72-c/z159748058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813156108029225552.post-1326224748261890882</id><published>2011-10-02T05:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T05:44:06.098+02:00</updated><title type='text'>*Updates!</title><content type='html'>First and foremost, I want to introduce my son, Durian to you guys! Yeah I guess most of you already knew about his existence but I still want to post his photos here. 'Cause he is just too cute to be true XD&lt;br /&gt;He is kind of alike to Sneefee. Almost the same character except that he is more bad-ass-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dfDb43Cn0Kw/Tobkyis98eI/AAAAAAAACWY/I5cdDzVE3YA/s1600/IMG_3288.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dfDb43Cn0Kw/Tobkyis98eI/AAAAAAAACWY/I5cdDzVE3YA/s640/IMG_3288.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dgSps8bmcdk/ToblALspF_I/AAAAAAAACWc/6Tb8vgjOJOE/s1600/IMG_3298.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dgSps8bmcdk/ToblALspF_I/AAAAAAAACWc/6Tb8vgjOJOE/s640/IMG_3298.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9re9FT_daI/ToblHkp4LAI/AAAAAAAACWg/9MsDYsLW5T8/s1600/IMG_3300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9re9FT_daI/ToblHkp4LAI/AAAAAAAACWg/9MsDYsLW5T8/s640/IMG_3300.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J6wsfDSHhzI/ToblNllNQTI/AAAAAAAACWk/eYLFxA99gpQ/s1600/IMG_3323.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J6wsfDSHhzI/ToblNllNQTI/AAAAAAAACWk/eYLFxA99gpQ/s640/IMG_3323.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So well, another month has passed. Extremely tired and busy. I sleep whenever I have the chance to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Not to mention I owe my friends whom have been providing me with transportation to college etc. If I were to take public transport, its gonna cost me a lot more of energy. :']&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Been hanging out with Kaytrieese my twink a lot last month because of her hedgehog and her presentation. I mean it feels good to be hanging out with her again, just like the good old days. Not to mention Bernard as well.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So 3 months of posting has already passed. Kind of getting the hang of the life of being a nurse. And the sacrifices. No matter what, I have no regrets choosing this path.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I look forward to another 2 1/2 years. I look forward upon graduation!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ciao!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813156108029225552-1326224748261890882?l=everules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/feeds/1326224748261890882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2011/10/updates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/1326224748261890882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/1326224748261890882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2011/10/updates.html' title='*Updates!'/><author><name>Everlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13807447240028648862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dfDb43Cn0Kw/Tobkyis98eI/AAAAAAAACWY/I5cdDzVE3YA/s72-c/IMG_3288.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813156108029225552.post-2442049608881387803</id><published>2011-10-01T11:46:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T11:48:14.379+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it over already?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am also getting sick of my own emotional posts. LOL. I don't know man. I just cannot live without being emo once in a while. Like I get sad over my life at times. Its like whenever I am damn happy something just have to happen or invade my brain and make me sad. :[&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;However, the past raya holidays were boring. Not to mention I spent over my budget :[&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But I was actually looking forward to this holiday in a way, because its Terry's birthday! I never once got to celebrate with him, and this time, I tried my best to make up all the 3 years that I missed! :] And he was really happy with the mini surprise we gave him at midnight and this year, he celebrated his birthday with his son, Durian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We celebrated his birthday in BBQ Plaza, Sunway. Did some archery, some arcade-ing and thats about it. Most of the pictures were taken by his lomo camera, hence I need to wait for the pictures to be developed before I could post anything. Be patient hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Went back to Muar on the 31st. Not bad. On our Merdeka Day. This year really quietened down a lot as everyone was busy raya-ing and forgot about our Independence Day. Its kind of sad actually. Without this independence, you think you all get to raya now or not? Tsk. Jalur Gemilang~ I was actually singing patriotic songs that day alright! XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just ate and relaxed in Muar basically. Nothing much to do in Muar one mah. Take it as an opportunity to rest. Brought durian back and bonded with him. He is just too effin cute!!!!!!!! :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Terry returned to KL on the 2nd, sis on the 3rd and I on the 4th.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Its my 3rd day of college already. I am actually used to all the travelling and all of the hectic-ness I am facing. Of course, gradually you seem less and less significant to me already. Why try so hard when you do not even bother to care about me right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I cannot really update properly nowadays, its really sad. I cannot even find time to do it anymore. Even when I am on holidays, I will use the time to either sleep or finish assignments. I guess I finally understand what college life's like already. Switzerland was too boring hence I always had the time to do nonsense updates and what nots. Too many things to do in Malaysia! :D Anyway ciao and till next time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WnMaHNUk8xE/TobeOj7jG4I/AAAAAAAACWA/u3afRS5qoCI/s1600/303788_2362926510623_1174147143_2897366_5083210_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WnMaHNUk8xE/TobeOj7jG4I/AAAAAAAACWA/u3afRS5qoCI/s640/303788_2362926510623_1174147143_2897366_5083210_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My baby Durian about one month plus ago! so tai ni. :p&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6MrDs0R8iqg/TobeNIn7txI/AAAAAAAACV8/F1DhMGB2Pv4/s1600/300051_10150298814538988_840463987_7702574_7944477_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6MrDs0R8iqg/TobeNIn7txI/AAAAAAAACV8/F1DhMGB2Pv4/s640/300051_10150298814538988_840463987_7702574_7944477_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My idiotic sis and I outside of Pavilion. Big time P&amp;amp;F fan.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AqV9UFxtzvo/TobfoLyQXnI/AAAAAAAACWQ/1dbUEXuEdtI/s1600/308476_10150298817383988_840463987_7702601_7029573_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AqV9UFxtzvo/TobfoLyQXnI/AAAAAAAACWQ/1dbUEXuEdtI/s640/308476_10150298817383988_840463987_7702601_7029573_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got bored and started to catch bubble outside Pavilion.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AkuEzFp3e0c/TobeSYwWCSI/AAAAAAAACWI/fpizyjazzsM/s1600/317596_10150298832448988_840463987_7702765_5806102_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AkuEzFp3e0c/TobeSYwWCSI/AAAAAAAACWI/fpizyjazzsM/s640/317596_10150298832448988_840463987_7702765_5806102_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Terry's birthday dinner at The Ship :] Nyams!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tc3uP5eT7Fs/TobeRBCnu8I/AAAAAAAACWE/pa2KbAI9jjk/s1600/306160_10150301879272682_610167681_7811350_5088265_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tc3uP5eT7Fs/TobeRBCnu8I/AAAAAAAACWE/pa2KbAI9jjk/s640/306160_10150301879272682_610167681_7811350_5088265_n.jpg" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Terry's birthday in Sunway Pyramid.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My post is so overdued. Its supposed to be posted about a month ago and because I am so damn busy and I have no time to complete one proper post. Hence forgive me for the lame post and also the lacking of photos. I cbb to take transfer e photos from my cam and then resize 'em etc etc. A thousand apologies! :[[[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is what I've been up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--Yj7sgK7Zes/TobfpSe0ayI/AAAAAAAACWU/bF75lQHtwF8/s1600/310904_234284836618733_100001116561701_603137_1748514062_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--Yj7sgK7Zes/TobfpSe0ayI/AAAAAAAACWU/bF75lQHtwF8/s640/310904_234284836618733_100001116561701_603137_1748514062_n.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah thats right. Thats me in college at 7.30am. Which means I have to leave home around 6.30a.m. :[ There goes my sleeping time!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Euf3NpnEj8s/Tobfk9j__DI/AAAAAAAACWM/z1340adBojQ/s1600/300550_139391376157793_100002607958518_207902_1933868884_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Euf3NpnEj8s/Tobfk9j__DI/AAAAAAAACWM/z1340adBojQ/s640/300550_139391376157793_100002607958518_207902_1933868884_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of my team members :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yeah this is what I've been doing and this is why I damn busy. Clinical posting. I shall end here. Update when something interesting happens! *Lol I always use this phrase but I always break my promise. Cause interesting events never happens! :[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I kind of wonder, why did you even bother to take a chance when I wanted to leave you then. I knew it couldn't work out hence I asked for the break. You insist you want to gamble this one more chance. At that point, I gave out my 100% trust because I thought, any boy who would try his best to hold on, will not let go. I guess you were just acting. I was too stupid. I let myself hurt me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813156108029225552-2442049608881387803?l=everules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/feeds/2442049608881387803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2011/10/is-it-over-already.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/2442049608881387803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/2442049608881387803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2011/10/is-it-over-already.html' title='Is it over already?'/><author><name>Everlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13807447240028648862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WnMaHNUk8xE/TobeOj7jG4I/AAAAAAAACWA/u3afRS5qoCI/s72-c/303788_2362926510623_1174147143_2897366_5083210_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813156108029225552.post-1847122601058473875</id><published>2011-08-22T12:36:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T12:36:53.647+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oCVvuJj0Qbs/TlIw2__ueEI/AAAAAAAACV0/bAtIdNlHSsc/s1600/photo-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oCVvuJj0Qbs/TlIw2__ueEI/AAAAAAAACV0/bAtIdNlHSsc/s640/photo-4.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Well of well, isn't that all better? Knowing that you actually take me as a friend, makes my "moving-on" life much easier. For me, no use avoiding me. 我是不会si心的。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Instead, us being like normal friends make things so much better :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;At some point I really wished you were dead, because I am here dying and you never bothered. Well, I guess that is the natural process. I do hope pleasant things continue to happen and I shall live happily ever after XD Luls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813156108029225552-1847122601058473875?l=everules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/feeds/1847122601058473875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2011/08/well-of-well-isnt-that-all-better.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/1847122601058473875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/1847122601058473875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2011/08/well-of-well-isnt-that-all-better.html' title=''/><author><name>Everlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13807447240028648862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oCVvuJj0Qbs/TlIw2__ueEI/AAAAAAAACV0/bAtIdNlHSsc/s72-c/photo-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813156108029225552.post-7282968810856332886</id><published>2011-08-21T07:32:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T07:33:36.051+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I am so sorry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bNlqwVHp4ys/TlCXcu4IxFI/AAAAAAAACVo/bWIPmRDUjLU/s1600/tumblr_lq2ez5KMPa1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bNlqwVHp4ys/TlCXcu4IxFI/AAAAAAAACVo/bWIPmRDUjLU/s640/tumblr_lq2ez5KMPa1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I shouldn't be hurting you again and again by being sad for another person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I know it hurts you to see me cry everytime. Sometimes you just feel like giving up because you don't know what more can you do to make me feel better. I just, won't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But you know what, I promised you our future, and like I said, I am not the kind of person who backs out from a promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I know you are only human. You have feelings, unlike him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe all these while I needed him. Because he is an asshole. I needed him so that I could shit through him. Heh. Thanks for everything you've done. Its not that it has no effect on me at all. But it just takes a lil' while. Just like cancer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;ily &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813156108029225552-7282968810856332886?l=everules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/feeds/7282968810856332886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-am-so-sorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/7282968810856332886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/7282968810856332886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-am-so-sorry.html' title='I am so sorry.'/><author><name>Everlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13807447240028648862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bNlqwVHp4ys/TlCXcu4IxFI/AAAAAAAACVo/bWIPmRDUjLU/s72-c/tumblr_lq2ez5KMPa1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813156108029225552.post-4266195330979852274</id><published>2011-08-21T05:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T05:56:19.393+02:00</updated><title type='text'>FML</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tMpkuucc56M/TlCApVGPxnI/AAAAAAAACVg/E6jC61LU79Q/s1600/tumblr_lq2ifxrgqC1qbpwzeo1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="522" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tMpkuucc56M/TlCApVGPxnI/AAAAAAAACVg/E6jC61LU79Q/s640/tumblr_lq2ifxrgqC1qbpwzeo1_500.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Its going to be the 4th month since you walked out from my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You promised me you will not move on until I do. Yes, I did asked you to move on without me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But, when are you going to stop lying? Ever since we broke up, I keep finding out the truth. Don't you ever get tired of lying to me? You said we could be friends, but is this how you should treat a friend?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813156108029225552-4266195330979852274?l=everules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/feeds/4266195330979852274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2011/08/fml.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/4266195330979852274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/4266195330979852274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2011/08/fml.html' title='FML'/><author><name>Everlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13807447240028648862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tMpkuucc56M/TlCApVGPxnI/AAAAAAAACVg/E6jC61LU79Q/s72-c/tumblr_lq2ifxrgqC1qbpwzeo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813156108029225552.post-377579881289454553</id><published>2011-08-15T11:48:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T12:01:05.609+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bPiex5UGk8s/Tkjq0J58YhI/AAAAAAAACVY/xnvwDG_Yd9U/s1600/Photo+on+2011-08-15+at+17.45+%25232.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bPiex5UGk8s/Tkjq0J58YhI/AAAAAAAACVY/xnvwDG_Yd9U/s640/Photo+on+2011-08-15+at+17.45+%25232.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi, how are you guys doing? Feeling a lil hardworking to post something here today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just came home from college about 15 minutes ago, no doubt, travelling from Damansara to KL everyday is slightly more tiring than to stay in hostel, somehow I like it here. And I like the independent feeling of travelling by my own back and forth. Lul, &lt;i&gt;I whip my hair back and forth I whip my hair back and forth.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am done with my mid-term exams officially. Scored the highest in psychology according to my lecturer but I think she forgot the word&lt;i&gt; "so far"&lt;/i&gt; as I saw someone scoring half a mark higher than me. Damn. I am so kiasu now. Whatever happened to the old selamber me?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway I can't wait for the holidays and also my intern. I am sort of worried, no doubt. If I were to be posted in Kajang, I will have to stay in that Damansara&amp;nbsp;hostel again. For about 2 months, I really dislike staying in there :[ I hope I get Ipoh or Johor hospitals though! *Wishing wishing* teehee XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway, have a great start of the week, and I will blog soon! Hopefully!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Looking at our old photos, brings back the tears. Looking at your updates brings back the pain. But. Why do I still look at them then? Because I want myself to face the fact that you are not worth it anymore. You could let me go and move on so well and left me here struggling. So. Why am I even missing you? I want myself to be able to get used to the wound and heal it and love him whole heartedly. I know I can. I know I will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UXQzFYedZTU/Tkjt6VIpISI/AAAAAAAACVc/nBYgJBDDm9s/s1600/IMG_2068.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UXQzFYedZTU/Tkjt6VIpISI/AAAAAAAACVc/nBYgJBDDm9s/s640/IMG_2068.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PEEK-A-BOO! Just posting this picture because I like it haha.&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/8813156108029225552-377579881289454553?l=everules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/feeds/377579881289454553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2011/08/hi-how-are-you-guys-doing-feeling-lil.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/377579881289454553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/377579881289454553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2011/08/hi-how-are-you-guys-doing-feeling-lil.html' title=''/><author><name>Everlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13807447240028648862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bPiex5UGk8s/Tkjq0J58YhI/AAAAAAAACVY/xnvwDG_Yd9U/s72-c/Photo+on+2011-08-15+at+17.45+%25232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813156108029225552.post-2985106559379032119</id><published>2011-08-05T04:28:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T06:51:42.746+02:00</updated><title type='text'>GASPS!</title><content type='html'>Its freaking August already! &amp;nbsp;Time's passing too fast! I am already finishing the first semester of theory in college. Soon, I will be going for postings. Lots of things happened since the last time i blogged. Just a lot, a few slight changes in my life, and some things that I've been trying to change but they just won't move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month is the month I entered the faculty, got my uniforms tailored which I am worried now as I think I've put on weight thanks to @Terry Chan! I seriously have to cut down on my intake. I am seriously worried. I don't want to spend extra cash on buying a new uniform -.-&lt;br /&gt;Got my books, as thick as a dictionary, got my thermometer and nurses' watch and so on. Everything was great. Until recently my roommates finally let they devil horns out. Ok, shall not go into that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I am getting used to my KL life. Transportations, places, culture, able to understand Cantonese a lil etc.&lt;br /&gt;However, there are no highlights for this month or whatever. Only slight changes in my life so far, and also new people entered my life. I am grateful for the "addition". ♡&lt;br /&gt;You take away my tears and planted laughters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NQa0DQ0yrvk/TjtRSNKy8wI/AAAAAAAACUk/4BkEO4DRQFo/s1600/IMG_1821.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NQa0DQ0yrvk/TjtRSNKy8wI/AAAAAAAACUk/4BkEO4DRQFo/s640/IMG_1821.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;From being a swollen face mid length hair girl around April/May&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ApDuqO3Bm44/TjtTPodbXEI/AAAAAAAACVE/Q9kz84jr2no/s1600/255616_2152162201647_1174147143_2638220_2767214_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="352" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ApDuqO3Bm44/TjtTPodbXEI/AAAAAAAACVE/Q9kz84jr2no/s640/255616_2152162201647_1174147143_2638220_2767214_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;To a rockstar haircut. Still swollen face-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ywh2dsJ9ORI/TjtRVq0EhZI/AAAAAAAACUo/DwiS5OPdvdw/s1600/228995_2277897584953_1174147143_2779011_2202552_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ywh2dsJ9ORI/TjtRVq0EhZI/AAAAAAAACUo/DwiS5OPdvdw/s640/228995_2277897584953_1174147143_2779011_2202552_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;To less swollen face and short hair girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_1CjRCwt_kc/TjtRZNirBmI/AAAAAAAACUs/40h0GttwaVg/s1600/253235_2277878104466_1174147143_2778957_673016_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_1CjRCwt_kc/TjtRZNirBmI/AAAAAAAACUs/40h0GttwaVg/s640/253235_2277878104466_1174147143_2778957_673016_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;To a kepoh make-up person for cheerleaders,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xp4J8WTOknk/TjtRaYexLHI/AAAAAAAACUw/qZlA_gv10Cc/s1600/263932_158581774212105_100001808496014_326580_7486652_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xp4J8WTOknk/TjtRaYexLHI/AAAAAAAACUw/qZlA_gv10Cc/s640/263932_158581774212105_100001808496014_326580_7486652_n.jpg" width="468" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;To a grumpy college girl,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zGjXSl_W27E/TjtRboMsFFI/AAAAAAAACU0/unyIR9uiydI/s1600/267677_157397814330501_100001808496014_319792_5063899_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zGjXSl_W27E/TjtRboMsFFI/AAAAAAAACU0/unyIR9uiydI/s640/267677_157397814330501_100001808496014_319792_5063899_n.jpg" width="468" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;To a happy college girl,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yBNkO02OgEQ/TjtRccKi4nI/AAAAAAAACU4/lUsmep4VLc4/s1600/281373_2243702170089_1174147143_2731084_6451745_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yBNkO02OgEQ/TjtRccKi4nI/AAAAAAAACU4/lUsmep4VLc4/s640/281373_2243702170089_1174147143_2731084_6451745_n.jpg" width="526" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;To a swollen face + Chatime (Y) ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Juj3fmxOaQU/TjtRdZP2HxI/AAAAAAAACU8/SJWzgtyX7RY/s1600/284623_245063388856797_100000594124681_883316_7589189_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Juj3fmxOaQU/TjtRdZP2HxI/AAAAAAAACU8/SJWzgtyX7RY/s640/284623_245063388856797_100000594124681_883316_7589189_n.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;To a happy nursing student in uniform! ,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5MU4KL9F1qs/TjtTV-DabGI/AAAAAAAACVI/NSuy80C2hG0/s1600/261776_10150238287273547_632253546_7587897_2833647_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5MU4KL9F1qs/TjtTV-DabGI/AAAAAAAACVI/NSuy80C2hG0/s640/261776_10150238287273547_632253546_7587897_2833647_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;To birthday parties,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zf63vFrNzJg/TjtTW-D2dVI/AAAAAAAACVM/HWNWBMw5EYo/s1600/267633_10150256744557682_610167681_7380124_4763707_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zf63vFrNzJg/TjtTW-D2dVI/AAAAAAAACVM/HWNWBMw5EYo/s640/267633_10150256744557682_610167681_7380124_4763707_n.jpg" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To making new girl-friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IsqBZt1E55Y/TjtTOENZkDI/AAAAAAAACVA/32M_Flf1EJ0/s1600/222521_2278440438524_1174147143_2779791_1747591_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IsqBZt1E55Y/TjtTOENZkDI/AAAAAAAACVA/32M_Flf1EJ0/s640/222521_2278440438524_1174147143_2779791_1747591_n.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;To being grumpy in some random party in OverTime,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-noDfToZiHU0/TjtTX2lP_MI/AAAAAAAACVQ/aPPe7M_y3rE/s1600/269550_10150306964276535_592816534_9716961_4236243_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-noDfToZiHU0/TjtTX2lP_MI/AAAAAAAACVQ/aPPe7M_y3rE/s640/269550_10150306964276535_592816534_9716961_4236243_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;To have an irrelevant photo here, I just miss this girl of mine thats all. :'/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The change I really want in my life now is to get "you" out of my heart and brain. Its like a burden. Burden for me and the people who loves me. Burden for my eyes, I cannot wear my contact lens on certain days because I end with a swollen eye crying for you. I want to put a full stop to this. I want to stop crying for someone who is not worth my tears. Like what my friend Florence used to tell me in form 2, a person who is worth of your tears, will not make you shed another. Hurts every now and then when I think of you. I hope these emo nights can pass really soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813156108029225552-2985106559379032119?l=everules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/feeds/2985106559379032119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2011/08/gasps.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/2985106559379032119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/2985106559379032119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2011/08/gasps.html' title='GASPS!'/><author><name>Everlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13807447240028648862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NQa0DQ0yrvk/TjtRSNKy8wI/AAAAAAAACUk/4BkEO4DRQFo/s72-c/IMG_1821.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813156108029225552.post-1903702931986504637</id><published>2011-07-27T07:54:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T08:00:27.779+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been almost 3 months, can I ever let go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I still remember the look on your face&lt;br /&gt;Lit through the darkness at 1:58&lt;br /&gt;The words that you whispered&lt;br /&gt;For just us to know&lt;br /&gt;Told me you loved me&lt;br /&gt;So why did you go away?&lt;br /&gt;Away&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do recall now the smell of the rain&lt;br /&gt;Fresh on the pavement&lt;br /&gt;I ran off the plane&lt;br /&gt;That July 9th&lt;br /&gt;The beat of your heart&lt;br /&gt;It jumps through your shirt&lt;br /&gt;I can still feel your arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I'll go sit on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Wearing your clothes&lt;br /&gt;All that I know is that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I don't know how to be something you miss&lt;br /&gt;I never thought we'd have a last kiss&lt;br /&gt;Never imagined we'd end like this&lt;br /&gt;Your name, forever the name on my lips&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do remember&lt;br /&gt;The swing of your step&lt;br /&gt;The life of the party, you're showing off again&lt;br /&gt;And I roll my eyes and then&lt;br /&gt;You pull me in&lt;br /&gt;I'm not much for dancing&lt;br /&gt;But for you I did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I love your handshake, meeting my father&lt;br /&gt;I love how you walk with your hands in your pockets&lt;br /&gt;How you kissed me when I was in the middle of saying something&lt;br /&gt;There's not a day when I don't miss those rude interruptions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I'll go sit on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Wearing your clothes&lt;br /&gt;All that I know is that&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to be something you miss&lt;br /&gt;Never thought we'd have a last kiss&lt;br /&gt;Never imagined we'd end like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your name, forever the name on my lips&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;So I'll watch your life in pictures like I used to watch you sleep&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel you forget me like I used to feel you breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;And I keep up with our old friends just to ask them how you are&lt;br /&gt;Hope it's nice where you are&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hope the sun shines&lt;br /&gt;And it's a beautiful day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;And something reminds you&lt;br /&gt;You wish you had stayed&lt;br /&gt;You can plan for a change in weather and time&lt;br /&gt;But I never planned on you changing your mind&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll go sit on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Wearing your clothes&lt;br /&gt;All that I know is that&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to be something you miss&lt;br /&gt;Never thought we'd have a last kiss&lt;br /&gt;Never imagined we'd end like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your name, forever the name on my lips&lt;br /&gt;Just like our last kiss&lt;br /&gt;Forever the name on my lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Forever the name on my lips&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like our last&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: x-small; line-height: normal;"&gt;I hate myself for feeling like this. I've never acted this way before for any break ups I went through last time. I've met my kryptonite, I've met my true love for once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: x-small; line-height: normal;"&gt;Too bad my first and true love is not for the keeps.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I thought I was fine. I thought I was ready to move on. I thought you meant nothing to me anymore. But tears roll down unknowingly as I was playing this song while reading the lyrics. Why do we have to end like this? You said you loved me on the 15th of April at 1.56 am and then said sorry and you left. Up till now I couldn't find an explanation for all these shit. You avoid me whenever I asked for the answer, what did I do wrong? What is it you dislike about me? You always said I was incredible but why did you leave me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Sometimes I put up a strong front, but I do hope you could care for me for once. Can't you even ask if I am alright? You dumped me and left me to rot. You never once cared and asked if I was feeling better. Why did I fall for such a heartless person? Once in a while I miss you so, why can't you just be concerned for once?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Perhaps, I have to get you out from my heart soon, on my lips you shall stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813156108029225552-1903702931986504637?l=everules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/feeds/1903702931986504637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2011/07/its-been-almost-3-months-can-i-ever-let.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/1903702931986504637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/1903702931986504637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2011/07/its-been-almost-3-months-can-i-ever-let.html' title='Its been almost 3 months, can I ever let go?'/><author><name>Everlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13807447240028648862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813156108029225552.post-2625896259565134449</id><published>2011-07-02T19:58:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T20:01:05.973+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Who cares, baby.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T7ET69Er2ho/Tg9YwzG6qeI/AAAAAAAACUg/LlNuveZl65o/s1600/tumblr_lluze5UEtj1qbpwzeo1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="343" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T7ET69Er2ho/Tg9YwzG6qeI/AAAAAAAACUg/LlNuveZl65o/s640/tumblr_lluze5UEtj1qbpwzeo1_500.gif" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Its another week! And tomorrow would be officially the 1st month I spent in KL! It went by just like that?! Times really flies. In a blink an eye, its already July. It felt like I was just playing snow in Switzerland a month back, seriously. This week is just like every other week. Another roller coaster week. Although, my school fees are settled, I got a friggin Distinction for my Maths but I seem to start having conflicts with my housemates. Make that a &lt;u&gt;we&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;i&gt;Room A against Room B.&lt;/i&gt; The whole house is filled with 1992 kids, except both of my roomies, and I was sorta dragged in as well because &lt;i&gt;they thought I was younger&lt;/i&gt; and they kind of bullied me as well. I will not take that as an answer of course. Which is why I am still contemplating whether or not to move. I love my room, I like my roomies, but I just hate the housemates :/ and to add on to all these, I fell ill. :[ You give me fever/ menstrual pain/ whatever pain anytime over &lt;i&gt;sore throat/flu/nauseou&lt;/i&gt;s. 3 things I dread the most!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;By the way, been having some roller coaster rides with my own heart and brain recently. Sigh. I dislike that feeling. When I am alone, or have nothing to do, things just keep coming back into my mind. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Past, present, future.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Well, mainly my "past" if you get what I mean. Sometimes I really do miss him.&amp;nbsp;On the bright side, I am really enjoying my college life and I am really enjoying life with my family-angkat in KL :]] Although college life is not as awesome as Switzerland, (I do not have Cai Ling with me here) but I have no complaints.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I seriously look forward to my faculty classes and also uniform fitting which will be happening soon! And also finally getting into a big classes and to start our practicals. :] Terry's not around this week, hence, no pictures, again. He will be back tomorrow! YAY! Its almost 2 a.m. Maybe I should turn in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I hope tomorrow will be a better day. 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Its all because of you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ob6Q0ZFByDs/TgbAWMFyxUI/AAAAAAAACUI/AcvxNpSCBTw/s1600/tumblr_llz8ycblt61qbpwzeo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="301" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ob6Q0ZFByDs/TgbAWMFyxUI/AAAAAAAACUI/AcvxNpSCBTw/s320/tumblr_llz8ycblt61qbpwzeo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"You're my sunshine after the rain.."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, &amp;nbsp;I feel like am sitting on a fountain with a lot of heart-shaped water droplets -.- heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a sucker for boy bands that sounds.. erm, soothing? Can't really find a weird to describe the "feel" of it :]&lt;br /&gt;Well, duuh, I am not in love of course. Its because of the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum it up, it has been a pretty sucky week for me.&lt;br /&gt;First, my housemates locked my kettle in THEIR room by mistake before returning to their kampung last week. And then something cropped up with my PTPTN loan. Malaysia Boleh. Reducing and cutting of our loans with no notice.&lt;br /&gt;And I dyed my clothes blue because my jeans faded. So lame!&lt;br /&gt;Luckily godma gave me some of her old clothes, if not I will be wearing the same 5 t shirts over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;But something made me happy a lil!&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Snowflake&lt;/b&gt;-d on Friday night! NYAMS.&lt;br /&gt;Am really glad I have someone who thinks almost the same as me, like a little sister who talks more than my actual little sister :D and listens to my complains about someone heh. You know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't really have much to blog about this week. Nothing interested and resourceful this week.&lt;br /&gt;Just, one thing I gotta really say though, I hope the familiar faces in my course will not leave because of this PTPTN crisis :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. and my Saturday was the most awesome time I had throughout this week. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, gotta go! Just a very oh-my-tian update. Really meaningless heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"and.. its all, its all, its all because of you."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813156108029225552-1758855191763403831?l=everules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/feeds/1758855191763403831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2011/06/its-all-its-all-its-all-because-of-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/1758855191763403831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/1758855191763403831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2011/06/its-all-its-all-its-all-because-of-you.html' title='Its all.. its all... Its all because of you.'/><author><name>Everlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13807447240028648862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ob6Q0ZFByDs/TgbAWMFyxUI/AAAAAAAACUI/AcvxNpSCBTw/s72-c/tumblr_llz8ycblt61qbpwzeo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813156108029225552.post-7645822981411714640</id><published>2011-06-20T12:20:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T05:10:39.125+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you looking for something dumb to do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DeBGyx9ujVk/Tf9Oaf0h9tI/AAAAAAAACUE/a8afzav83GI/s1600/Photo+on+2011-06-20+at+17.58+%25234.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DeBGyx9ujVk/Tf9Oaf0h9tI/AAAAAAAACUE/a8afzav83GI/s320/Photo+on+2011-06-20+at+17.58+%25234.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo people. I just came back from class. Bored. Boring. :D&lt;br /&gt;My life in KL, no doubt, is just as boring as my life in Switzerland. Finish class, go home. Stay home till the next day, go to class. I am such a home-y person. I like to stay at home. Unless, got people ajak go out makan lar! I love to go out and makan with people XD Most of my friends don't believe that I am a couch potato judging from my looks, what?! I look like a party girl meh, sheesh. But they never said I look like a party girl either la, then what am I? A road potato if not couch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, class was alright. I just sat at one corner doing my maths revision. Got selected by the head of department to be the leader for the nurses of this intake. Reason: Super kepoh. I where got kepoh!&lt;br /&gt;Now here I am home alone, typing and drinking milk at the same time. Roommate's not in. I'm gonna write notes all over the house while she is not around.Then i came home from Terry's last night, she was like &lt;i&gt;"Hey, you got Justin Bieber's song a?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Nope, only Baby, you want it?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;"Owh *takes out her pendrive*. I want all his new song can?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Well, I'm not sure if I can download"&lt;/b&gt; "Harh how......." &lt;b&gt;"Ok lah I download a few for you. What song you want."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sRd7kgO_O1k/Tf8dcGC3BJI/AAAAAAAACTo/IZdj-OkOH3w/s1600/IMG_2205.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sRd7kgO_O1k/Tf8dcGC3BJI/AAAAAAAACTo/IZdj-OkOH3w/s640/IMG_2205.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of my closest coursemates.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tOIheM9OQGw/Tf8de2PbMMI/AAAAAAAACTs/UMJnA7VJgfI/s1600/IMG_2233.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tOIheM9OQGw/Tf8de2PbMMI/AAAAAAAACTs/UMJnA7VJgfI/s640/IMG_2233.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We no cut carrot XD&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_p98exvXncI/Tf8dhbApS2I/AAAAAAAACTw/3vF54HHasw4/s1600/IMG_2234.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_p98exvXncI/Tf8dhbApS2I/AAAAAAAACTw/3vF54HHasw4/s640/IMG_2234.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;That dude who dragged us for skating. Well, he can skate pretty well.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--wqUcvvo-No/Tf8dj8bD0NI/AAAAAAAACT0/A6URkj2UjX8/s1600/IMG_2242.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--wqUcvvo-No/Tf8dj8bD0NI/AAAAAAAACT0/A6URkj2UjX8/s640/IMG_2242.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let me tell you what happen. "Evy Evy look at me! I'm going out from here dy" *turns and skates super "pro-ly" and kaboom! I stunned. And she twisted her ankle. Wow. I am never gonna perform First Aid for in public ever again. She yells like crazy! XD LOL Somemore condemn on my bandaging skills. I think it was correct lor, exactly the same figure 8 I learnt!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iTRDmf_Cfns/Tf8dmwGpqFI/AAAAAAAACT4/DYNMoc5eQDk/s1600/IMG_2248.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iTRDmf_Cfns/Tf8dmwGpqFI/AAAAAAAACT4/DYNMoc5eQDk/s640/IMG_2248.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its Friday, I do not have to make my mind up, which seat should I take. Because all the seats are full :/ =.=&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j5y5qWGbVtQ/Tf8dpz7wW_I/AAAAAAAACT8/BscpEu6jhck/s1600/IMG_2265.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j5y5qWGbVtQ/Tf8dpz7wW_I/AAAAAAAACT8/BscpEu6jhck/s640/IMG_2265.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ugleh wordings are from me XD&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jww_C_C-k2o/Tf8drsiUoQI/AAAAAAAACUA/p0Fl5wyX49I/s1600/IMG_2266.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jww_C_C-k2o/Tf8drsiUoQI/AAAAAAAACUA/p0Fl5wyX49I/s640/IMG_2266.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday, Kam Yin :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And lets talk about last week/weekend XD So last week was a pretty relaxing week for me. Classes were really short. Though something stupid did happen. My CIMB card was retained in the ATM because I was an idiot. So took a 3 hour trip to town. Heh. Got back my CIMB card and spent another 2 hour to go back. And Friday was THE BOMB. I never knew skating could be this fun. I always had a "phobia" about the skates because they look as though we can cut carrots with them XD and of course the company of Baljit and Terry :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;At night, we went to Ampang Lookout point to celebrate Kam Yin's birthday with cupcakes from Cupcakes Chic :] And..&amp;nbsp;Spent weekend lazing around at home.&lt;br /&gt;So, I need to go do my chores. Bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Anyway, I do miss you so XD Get well soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/8813156108029225552-7645822981411714640?l=everules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/feeds/7645822981411714640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2011/06/are-looking-for-something-dumb-to-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/7645822981411714640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/7645822981411714640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2011/06/are-looking-for-something-dumb-to-do.html' title='Are you looking for something dumb to do?'/><author><name>Everlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13807447240028648862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DeBGyx9ujVk/Tf9Oaf0h9tI/AAAAAAAACUE/a8afzav83GI/s72-c/Photo+on+2011-06-20+at+17.58+%25234.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813156108029225552.post-5549779626011838428</id><published>2011-06-19T19:17:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T17:13:18.032+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hSbRWic7vtM/TfRGDc-LhBI/AAAAAAAACTc/OEh8sLlr8X4/s1600/tumblr_lm1onfjW211qbpwzeo1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="448" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hSbRWic7vtM/TfRGDc-LhBI/AAAAAAAACTc/OEh8sLlr8X4/s640/tumblr_lm1onfjW211qbpwzeo1_500.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Hello, I've been MIA from this space for quite a while already. I realised, I dump this place whenever I am going through a rough patch. True, I rant here at times, but they're usually small matters though. Recently, like my tweeties would know and also its kind of obvious in Facebook, I just became single. You can say, again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I am thankful to have those who stand by me throughout this rough patch. Although I may seem fine, I seemed like I moved on really well but I am still struggling. Right now, I don't have the guts to fall in love anymore, yeah that's sad. Sure, I swoon over cute guys and stuff. But I really cannot cannot believe in love anymore, for now. Like I don't believe I can ever find a guy who can last long with me. Either that, I am lazy to go through everything again, knowing somehow it would end =.= I know, skeptical huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I've started college. Finally, after a year of regrets and complaining, I can finally do nursing. Although, studying in Switzerland was truly awesome, like so glam and all, freedom and all, but I feel really happy doing nursing eventhough most of the stuffs in my Anatomy class are still so vague to me. But me happy! Happy then good right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I've made some awesome friends. Well, just my batchmates. My new roommates are moving in today. Boy, I hope they're clean! My housemates are pretty weird at times, but whatever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Continues from last week* &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;-above was written last week but never posted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Hi! I am entering the 3rd week of college! No doubt, lots of money spent for settling down. About RM800? Ouch! However, I am grateful for the people who helped me to settle down here. Terry kor and family, Baljit and of course my awesome friends. Besides that, college really made me feel better about myself. I don't need a douchebag by my side at all actually. I would also like to have a shoutout to my awesome peeps who helped me during this rough patch of mine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Terry&lt;/b&gt; kor! For always staying on the phone with me whenever I need to cry.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kaytrieese &lt;/b&gt;twink for going through this with me although you cannot even help yourself,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ber&lt;/b&gt; for talking to me and your lame jokes :] ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jing Ming&lt;/b&gt; for being such a bai chi,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Raven&lt;/b&gt; jie for swearing together with me,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angel&lt;/b&gt; for swearing even more,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yvonne&lt;/b&gt; girl for giving me advices,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ren Tong &lt;/b&gt;for comforting me even you're 'his' friend,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Preetibah&lt;/b&gt; darling for complaining together with me,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kevin&lt;/b&gt; for all your lame jokes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sergio&lt;/b&gt; for knocking some sense into me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I hope I left no one out :/&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This week, I went ice skating. It was really fun.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I thought I forgot how to laugh. I did, a lot of times in the skating rink. I thought I forgot how to smile, I did, when I am on the phone with you. I thought I forgot how to care, I did, when I my friends getting hurt. I thought I was useless, I realised I wasn't when I could still manage my life so well after all these shit.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Lastly, I never thought I could fall so deeply in my life and get trashed so badly in the end. I am grateful for this lesson. I promised my friends to be stronger, and here I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;More 'normal' posts would be up soon when I have the time :] Like how I blogged before. Everlyn Heng will be back I promise :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W8vpBn5jS4k/Tf4tbq6UyGI/AAAAAAAACTg/6oor2eFwUkg/s1600/IMG_2240.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W8vpBn5jS4k/Tf4tbq6UyGI/AAAAAAAACTg/6oor2eFwUkg/s640/IMG_2240.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AMTHVrpCxLA/Tf4t7UhEP5I/AAAAAAAACTk/p6mkOAWGoJo/s1600/images.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AMTHVrpCxLA/Tf4t7UhEP5I/AAAAAAAACTk/p6mkOAWGoJo/s640/images.jpeg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Two moments which made me smiled from the bottom of my heart during my down times. &amp;lt;3&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/8813156108029225552-5549779626011838428?l=everules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/feeds/5549779626011838428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2011/06/hello-ive-been-mia-from-this-space-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/5549779626011838428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/5549779626011838428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2011/06/hello-ive-been-mia-from-this-space-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Everlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13807447240028648862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hSbRWic7vtM/TfRGDc-LhBI/AAAAAAAACTc/OEh8sLlr8X4/s72-c/tumblr_lm1onfjW211qbpwzeo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813156108029225552.post-8478671284306912277</id><published>2011-05-30T07:01:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T07:02:14.427+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Press start XD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed bgcolor="white" height="267" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash" quality="high" src="http://i383.photobucket.com/albums/oo278/happeestash/happeepillshow/epny.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;More Happeepill Shows? Go to &lt;a href="http://www.happeepill.com/" target="_blank"&gt;happeepill.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813156108029225552-8478671284306912277?l=everules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/feeds/8478671284306912277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2011/05/cute-xd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/8478671284306912277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/8478671284306912277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2011/05/cute-xd.html' title='Press start XD'/><author><name>Everlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13807447240028648862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813156108029225552.post-9192724896653543350</id><published>2011-05-29T16:45:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T21:09:28.866+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I would suggest you to just scroll down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H3av0S8Y5PA/TeJa6A_ZvpI/AAAAAAAACTI/6hAlK6KBq9A/s1600/tumblr_le5kg1H18v1qbpwzeo1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="362" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H3av0S8Y5PA/TeJa6A_ZvpI/AAAAAAAACTI/6hAlK6KBq9A/s640/tumblr_le5kg1H18v1qbpwzeo1_500.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not expect to revive my blog with a post like this.&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, nothing has been going my way since I returned to Malaysia. So much for my anticipation.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, nice food, family and all, but I've been going through some stressful issues.&lt;br /&gt;To top it all, I got dumped. How nice. Yeah, I would proudly say so, as he wanted me to tell the whole world so. I prefer to say mutual breakup anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, it really surprises me how much he loved and cared for me just ONLY 10 months ago can be ended in an sms. He thinks he's what? Jonas brothers a? I forgot that dude's name who dated Taylor Swift la. Btw, in a text message? And he didn't want me to call him? Ok whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I've mentioned a million times, he's kind of like my first love. Like the real relationship I ever had, compared to my previous sms ones -.- Well, mainly based in sms lah. He is like so real, we met in school, we became friends. In short we went through the normal process before being a couple la. Not like those high school lovers, sms for one month then boom! Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put up a strong front, I didn't want to make him stress. Afterall, he did not do me wrong, he was just. Confused. I guess he didn't know his feelings well either?&lt;br /&gt;He claimed I did not do anything wrong, it was just that he doesn't love me anymore. Like, what more can I do right? Feelings ah, hard to say one. You may be perfect but he doesn't love you, you may be full of flaws, and he might still love you. Its a really strange thing I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I acted I was ok. We chatted like every other day. Like nothing has happened. I guess he was taking my presence for granted. He thought I would always be his friend no matter what. I guess I got tired of that. He said he wasn't taking me for granted, but to me it felt that way. Sometimes I can be really sensitive and stuff but yeah. I told him, I expected him to help me through. Not acting like nothing has happened. The more he acted that way, the more I thought we still had a hope to be together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, he totally crashed my impression and dreams. His Mr. Nice Guy impression was utterly demolished, my thoughts of being with him again sometime later was crushed. He was mean. I wanted to hate him but I can't. There was just anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for Sergio who Skyped with me till 5am in the morning. Well, if our memories meant nothing to him, why should I keep thinking about it. Does he even flashback about the times we had? If he did, he probably wouldn't have said those mean things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, all the things I did to change myself into his type of girl wasn't working well. To think back, he isn't really my type as well. I guess its for the best. I just need some time to let go. :]&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps me being so "Convent girl" didn't work out for us. We grew up with different cultures and perspectives. When I compare myself with his girl friends around him, I see big differences. The way of thinking, our goals, our perspectives in things are just different. Maybe not everyone is able to accept big changes. I am proud to be me, the mean, straightforward, simple in virtue steadfast in duty Convent girl. If he can't take an independent girl, so be it. If he cannot love "this type" I am, so be it. I tried by best. I really did. I really wanted this to work out.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe his friends were right. I am not his type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum it up, it was a good relationship. At least I was loved deeply by a boy I loved so deeply.&lt;br /&gt;He is not a bad guy, although I complain about him. Perhaps, he is just the wrong guy.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all the memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Good bye, stranger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813156108029225552-9192724896653543350?l=everules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/feeds/9192724896653543350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-would-suggest-you-to-just-scroll-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/9192724896653543350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/9192724896653543350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-would-suggest-you-to-just-scroll-down.html' title='I would suggest you to just scroll down.'/><author><name>Everlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13807447240028648862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H3av0S8Y5PA/TeJa6A_ZvpI/AAAAAAAACTI/6hAlK6KBq9A/s72-c/tumblr_le5kg1H18v1qbpwzeo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813156108029225552.post-569554414830187984</id><published>2011-04-05T15:55:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T16:00:13.142+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WdtsUuqydks/TZsdqM60vkI/AAAAAAAACTE/xwwIMcKJXCQ/s1600/tumblr_le5k84z2sn1qbpwzeo1_400.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WdtsUuqydks/TZsdqM60vkI/AAAAAAAACTE/xwwIMcKJXCQ/s640/tumblr_le5k84z2sn1qbpwzeo1_400.png" width="496" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Perhaps things have changed, I have changed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am slowly turning into a stranger and I don't wish to be known by you anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am partially glad that I am leaving, because I take this as my sweet escape.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Perhaps, we don't even have to meet anymore back in Malaysia. We can be total strangers, perhaps that would turn out better for both of us?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Perhaps the "me" whom you knew is dead, the one you know now is perhaps a strangers whom you thought you knew, but no. Remember, there is a lie in be&lt;u&gt;lie&lt;/u&gt;ve, there is an over is l&lt;u&gt;over&lt;/u&gt;, there is an us in tr&lt;u&gt;us&lt;/u&gt;t and there is an ex in n&lt;u&gt;ex&lt;/u&gt;t.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I've got my own life to handle, I've got no time to handle ours. No matter what the future holds, I would standby and see what it has to give us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813156108029225552-569554414830187984?l=everules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/feeds/569554414830187984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2011/04/perhaps-things-have-changed-i-have.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/569554414830187984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/569554414830187984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2011/04/perhaps-things-have-changed-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Everlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13807447240028648862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WdtsUuqydks/TZsdqM60vkI/AAAAAAAACTE/xwwIMcKJXCQ/s72-c/tumblr_le5k84z2sn1qbpwzeo1_400.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813156108029225552.post-6484241595975082530</id><published>2011-03-26T17:53:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T17:57:29.502+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-08yN0Bw3c1s/TY4ZXSSiPpI/AAAAAAAACTA/mZ_LZxwG3mE/s1600/Chi-Chai-Monchan-sanrio-56177_1024_768.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-08yN0Bw3c1s/TY4ZXSSiPpI/AAAAAAAACTA/mZ_LZxwG3mE/s320/Chi-Chai-Monchan-sanrio-56177_1024_768.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hi just a short update on a boring day :D&lt;br /&gt;Spent the whole day watching Ming Zhong Zhu Ding Wo Ai Ni, I cannot tahan but I had to say a million times "Boyfiee looks like Ruan Qing Tian"&lt;br /&gt;But he is annoyed already :X sorry lah, didn't mean it. Have to forgive me because I am bored and I get hyper when you come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up around noon today, but did not sleep well no matter what. Woke up feeling extremely tired, lazy to even go to toilet to brush/wash up. Just stayed in bed till now. What a lazy &lt;s&gt;Sunday&lt;/s&gt; Saturday. I keep thinking today's Sunday for no reason. Boyfie came home after work with kebab, some pastries and bananas. Sho happy. He is always buying me food to eat. Eh the vanilla stick thingy super nice! *hint hint*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Chur, again, yesterday. To get my super overpriced iPod USB. I swear imma hurl when I find my iPod pouch in train later. Well, its like this, I left my iPod pouch, with my USB in it in the train on Thursday night. And I only realised it was missing after I changed train. That is why I gotta get new ones. AHH money terbang away. ISH. I could buy myself a afternoon menu in a restaurant with that money! AH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought myself a pair of fitting jeans. Finally! So hard to get a pair of jeans to fit me perfectly here. Either its too long, or too tight or too loose. The girls here either got super super lidi-like legs or super huge elephant legs. Sien. Oh and I finish buying souvenirs! Not for all though, just for family and some people who helped me along the way to get to Switzerland. Bag overweight liao, can't bring so much back and the souvenirs here are really pricey :x&lt;br /&gt;And then went home and cleaned boyfie's messy room. I kinda like doing stuffs like that ever since I started living on my own o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I can start counting down the days I am left with for internship! 3 more days! Tuesday I have to move everything to the hotel and live in the hotel am working in for about 3 days? Most of my luggages are with boyfie already though. I've got so many plans after I finish my intern! To visit Cai Ling and Ashley and nothing else basically. LOL. Oh and to get my diploma from my dean and? Gotta make a list XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am made excited! Ok bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813156108029225552-6484241595975082530?l=everules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/feeds/6484241595975082530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2011/03/boredom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/6484241595975082530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/6484241595975082530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2011/03/boredom.html' title='Boredom.'/><author><name>Everlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13807447240028648862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-08yN0Bw3c1s/TY4ZXSSiPpI/AAAAAAAACTA/mZ_LZxwG3mE/s72-c/Chi-Chai-Monchan-sanrio-56177_1024_768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813156108029225552.post-5560920281058108532</id><published>2011-03-25T22:09:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T22:11:57.029+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer lovin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-1XydVS916RA/TY0A6GWsjFI/AAAAAAAACSg/d21uJkXVssI/s1600/tumblr_lilvfcHud41qbpwzeo1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-1XydVS916RA/TY0A6GWsjFI/AAAAAAAACSg/d21uJkXVssI/s640/tumblr_lilvfcHud41qbpwzeo1_500.gif" width="570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Exactly 8 months ago, I thought I found this perfect person mentioned above. However, as time passes, I realised that you are not like that at all. Sometimes, you might even be the opposite of it. But to me, that is why you are perfect, because of your imperfections, you remain special and lovable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-tCyIxW_Ml2k/TY0BGHMkx4I/AAAAAAAACSw/1q5asWlf96M/s1600/tumblr_likbexszM41qbpwzeo1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="454" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-tCyIxW_Ml2k/TY0BGHMkx4I/AAAAAAAACSw/1q5asWlf96M/s640/tumblr_likbexszM41qbpwzeo1_500.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;While I was searching for the perfect blue eyes blonde hair, i found a black haired sepet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-EB4AjJnHRDk/TY0BAfvrNMI/AAAAAAAACSk/EE1taiaPVx4/s1600/tumblr_lijz63n0iA1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="230" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-EB4AjJnHRDk/TY0BAfvrNMI/AAAAAAAACSk/EE1taiaPVx4/s640/tumblr_lijz63n0iA1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Because of you, I've grown up. I've learnt to love the hard way. I realised that in a relationship, its mutual, you either depend on each other or vice versa.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-mG6gEUgwf9Q/TY0BCY_AfUI/AAAAAAAACSo/foQAwP7yBEs/s1600/tumblr_lijzgd4SQv1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-mG6gEUgwf9Q/TY0BCY_AfUI/AAAAAAAACSo/foQAwP7yBEs/s640/tumblr_lijzgd4SQv1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg" width="444" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I guess I am the one who hardly ever crossed your mind but ILY and IMY as always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-AW3F7A34zeU/TY0BPJDGAQI/AAAAAAAACS4/DNKCevMYv30/s1600/tumblr_liluedADrH1qbpwzeo1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-AW3F7A34zeU/TY0BPJDGAQI/AAAAAAAACS4/DNKCevMYv30/s640/tumblr_liluedADrH1qbpwzeo1_500.gif" width="488" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rHTXrPNC2gk/TY0BRZgGqjI/AAAAAAAACS8/g1UGZQbDHuY/s1600/tumblr_lilupl0u8f1qbpwzeo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rHTXrPNC2gk/TY0BRZgGqjI/AAAAAAAACS8/g1UGZQbDHuY/s640/tumblr_lilupl0u8f1qbpwzeo1_400.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I always try to avoid you because I don't want to fall too hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-MD2tRGS7Qiw/TY0BITXU7SI/AAAAAAAACS0/IHHdPajfHm0/s1600/tumblr_likbnqxQKq1qbpwzeo1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="604" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-MD2tRGS7Qiw/TY0BITXU7SI/AAAAAAAACS0/IHHdPajfHm0/s640/tumblr_likbnqxQKq1qbpwzeo1_500.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;....&amp;amp; I hope I will make it to your future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Happy 8th Month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;-Yang, you know, every month is crucial to me. Reason? Ask me if you wanna know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Summer lovin' had me a blast,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Summer lovin' happened so fast,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I met a girl crazy for me,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I met a boy cute as can be,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Summer days drifting away to uh oh the summer nights.♥&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt; &lt;i&gt;-Summer Nights, Grease; John Travolta&amp;amp;Olivia Newton John&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-May my summer 2010 stay the way it was.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/8813156108029225552-5560920281058108532?l=everules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/feeds/5560920281058108532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2011/03/summer-lovin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/5560920281058108532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/5560920281058108532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2011/03/summer-lovin.html' title='Summer lovin&apos;'/><author><name>Everlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13807447240028648862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-1XydVS916RA/TY0A6GWsjFI/AAAAAAAACSg/d21uJkXVssI/s72-c/tumblr_lilvfcHud41qbpwzeo1_500.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813156108029225552.post-1211997323990646270</id><published>2011-03-20T20:52:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T22:22:49.019+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy days.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-SU_NAKogZ4c/TYZZp8HIwlI/AAAAAAAACSc/8O7LLtQ_Zq4/s1600/tumblr_licyxgCQU61qbpwzeo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="422" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-SU_NAKogZ4c/TYZZp8HIwlI/AAAAAAAACSc/8O7LLtQ_Zq4/s640/tumblr_licyxgCQU61qbpwzeo1_500.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I know that my blog hasn't been chirpy and sunshine-y for quite a while already. I know. I just got so much shit happening to me all at once and I don't know what to do. Perhaps, everything would change for the better when I return to the place where I really belong, eating the food I grew up with, breathing the dirty air which has been polluting my lungs for the past 19 years, being in the culture I am comfortable with and of course with the ones I love. Sometimes, I feel so out of place, even with the close people I have here. Afterall, we grew up differently, we came from different schools, think differently, spoke different languages, communicate differently, somehow everything seems so alien-ed to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was the only one but I realised there are so many girls out there ranting how inferior they are and how they are unhappy with themselves. Perhaps girls always ask too much from themselves and ended up disappointed themselves? I was a pretty confident person but recently so many things that are happening make me feel like poo. Although most of my friends know that I am bloody conceited, love to self-praise but actually I am not exactly comfortable with my looks/weight but I never bothered to improve. CCB - lol this makes me laugh everytime. Thanks Jo XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why are things so complicated eh? Fall in love also susah, make real friends also susah. One thing I hate the most is pleasing people I don't even care. I can't understand myself really, why I keep expecting myself to please others, when I don't really care about them? Don't like don't like lah, fuck your lives lah, but for some reasons I need to care. GAH WTH is this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; sometimes I feel so unappreciated. Like why do I even try when the others get everything without even trying. fml. Like sometimes if I am nice, I give in and give in, I seemed so "available", I seemed so easy. Although I may seem like I am really bitchy/strong/got that I-don't-care-attitude, like I would bite but I've always been used in a way and another. Since high school, team projects everytime also I finish, in clubs activities etc etc aiyah in short everything I do, my credits are always taken by others. In friendship/relationship also. I care because I care, I hate it when people take me for granted. You know I hate playing hard to get, I don't like acting like I don't care, I do whatever I think I should. I show my feelings the way it should show. I love then I love, I hate then I hate. But I think being caring/nice/thoughtful is not an option anymore. Because people tend to take you for granted. &amp;amp; I hate it people say they will TRY to love me. Like wtf is this. Don't love then don't love. Don't say try. I don't care about your measly love lah can. fyl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been reading so many statuses/quotes from blogs and Facebook which I can really relate to. For example&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;Does family background plays an important role in a relationship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;Look around you and think critically before you make a conclusion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;-Alexander The Grape Tan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This I really have to agree. I think I've seen many. Either one of them with family probs eventually will 'cause the relationship to not work out. Perhaps you guys would beg to differ. Like you guys would say "You see har, if they really in love, love can conquer all"&lt;br /&gt;Well, you see har, these people are actually dating, not married. Plus, eventually yes, it does happen. And yes, they are really in love? But break ups do happen in these cases.&lt;br /&gt;Look at Romeo&amp;amp;Juliet, Rose and I don't know his name lah in the Titanic movie one. Got good ending or not? You dare tell me they not in love? Its really hard lah :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Would you rather be with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;A) Someone that loves you more than you love them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;B) Someone that loves you but with less intensity than you love them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;(This assumes somehow that Love is measurable)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Obviously in the perfect world, we all want the same sort of love we give to be given back to us. But let's just say we're in a situation where we have to choose between A and B. I've been asking this question to a few of my closest friends, and to my surprise I've been getting rather mixed responses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Some say being with someone that loves you more is the best security blanket. You know that person will always be there, regardless of what you've done. And in time you will learn to love the person just the same. I quite liked these responses in general. Everything's safe - especially your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I was almost sold on situation A (almost). Until one very wise friend :) said something along the lines of this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;"If you choose A, you'll never get the chance to feel the rush of being so dangerously in-love. To miss someone so much that it hurts. To have your heart skip a beat (or two) whenever he looks at you." -readrebekah.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need I say much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this weird bad habit. Whenever I am in a bad mood. I shop. I don't cry I don't nothing. Just shop. Back then in high school days, I didn't really have much spare cash, I go Popular to splurge on stationaries also shuang. I just needed to buy something. And sometimes I just buy loadsa junk I regret buying. But recently I splurged on a Longchamp, loving it so far. Haven't regretted yet. I hang it on a chair by my bed. Every morning wake up look at her also happy lah wei. Yeah, I was mad bad mood before I went shopping in Zurich. Gah, I need a shrink XD. I once read in a forum, most usual habits for girls to get over something are eating, sleeping, shopping, drinking and crying. So I am not so weird right? Maybe I should change to sleeping, can save more money you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting out of point anyway. So yeah. I am emo. Emo. Emo can?!&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me stuffs already. Promise to come back with a happier post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you, just to let you know I am fine. Alive and kicking. But I just needed to be alone. Like since when....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just so need to teleport to Cai Ling right now. :[[[[[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ok bye. I will be happy! Promise. Afterall I am done with work in eleven days, I should have time to rearrange my mood/feelings then. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813156108029225552-1211997323990646270?l=everules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/feeds/1211997323990646270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2011/03/rainy-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/1211997323990646270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/1211997323990646270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2011/03/rainy-days.html' title='Rainy days.'/><author><name>Everlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13807447240028648862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-SU_NAKogZ4c/TYZZp8HIwlI/AAAAAAAACSc/8O7LLtQ_Zq4/s72-c/tumblr_licyxgCQU61qbpwzeo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813156108029225552.post-2295718895035213761</id><published>2011-03-17T17:07:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T21:41:01.767+01:00</updated><title type='text'>If only.</title><content type='html'>Typed an effin long post for Luzern but while I was typing it, Angel called me and we talked till she lost her voice and "boom" lost my mood to blog liao and decided to blog 'bout it one week later which is now :p . Blame her :ppp (It amazes me how effin became a vowel)&lt;br /&gt;Hah, anyways I will shorten my post, more pictures than words. 'Cause not exactly in the mood right now but I pulak feel like blogging. Women, never understand their feelings eventhough I am one. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;Always in a dilemma one :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically this post will be about Luzern and Zurich but very ringkas. I am pro at ringkasan and rumusan :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-mu4qi_ZteH4/TYIsYCjLs9I/AAAAAAAACQc/qHDrkJFxftw/s1600/IMG_1188.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-mu4qi_ZteH4/TYIsYCjLs9I/AAAAAAAACQc/qHDrkJFxftw/s640/IMG_1188.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;First meal of the day. Finally Asian food after so long but didn't enjoy the meal that much because of some China woman. GAH. Hate those species. Will talk about that next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fkA0gFLMbsw/TYIsYnL3ndI/AAAAAAAACQg/IvdgRtKylDU/s1600/IMG_1191.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fkA0gFLMbsw/TYIsYnL3ndI/AAAAAAAACQg/IvdgRtKylDU/s640/IMG_1191.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Shopping whole day with Bi Phuah and met up with lecturer. This was my dinner at school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-rd6MH4XI30o/TYIsZ1ok69I/AAAAAAAACQk/7jIhih-wiBc/s1600/IMG_1192.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-rd6MH4XI30o/TYIsZ1ok69I/AAAAAAAACQk/7jIhih-wiBc/s640/IMG_1192.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I entered the restaurant with shorts and hoodie, awesome eh? I got special permission. LOL at Angelina with food in her mouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I stayed another night in Luzern in Angelina's room and left at 4.30am to the train station to get my ass back to Zuoz for work. I miss Luzern all the time. :[&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After a super hectic month, February and half of March, I finally get full days off. And sayang suggested we should go to Zurich. I was mad excited of course since I've seen nothing in Zurich except the airport, train station and the firework. Epic fail lah me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-meubRKwm8bk/TYIsaEiiniI/AAAAAAAACQo/EEWwGtptihA/s1600/IMG_1197.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-meubRKwm8bk/TYIsaEiiniI/AAAAAAAACQo/EEWwGtptihA/s640/IMG_1197.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The monkey was my V Day present to him. And the hamster is I. Look alike not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-dvoUIWBev2A/TYIsai8jlbI/AAAAAAAACQs/OXDF7RGxc10/s1600/IMG_1200.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-dvoUIWBev2A/TYIsai8jlbI/AAAAAAAACQs/OXDF7RGxc10/s640/IMG_1200.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Finally cut my fringe after so long. Dare not cut my fringe in my own house because my housemates will yell. Super clean freak loh she.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-FzqgPXtW4aw/TYIsbInLhTI/AAAAAAAACQw/fJDDtTbAoY8/s1600/IMG_1203.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-FzqgPXtW4aw/TYIsbInLhTI/AAAAAAAACQw/fJDDtTbAoY8/s640/IMG_1203.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And I cut his mushroom head also. I am awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-qxcRDcFvoqQ/TYIsbq99KUI/AAAAAAAACQ0/BtnW36Ba3-8/s1600/IMG_1221.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-qxcRDcFvoqQ/TYIsbq99KUI/AAAAAAAACQ0/BtnW36Ba3-8/s640/IMG_1221.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;On the way to Zurich.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rRgTKkPckNQ/TYIsb4xfMLI/AAAAAAAACQ4/VbYspk4SziM/s1600/IMG_1222.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rRgTKkPckNQ/TYIsb4xfMLI/AAAAAAAACQ4/VbYspk4SziM/s640/IMG_1222.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-wu-EVKs7MUQ/TYIscu5LZoI/AAAAAAAACQ8/AlrwlfzezlQ/s1600/IMG_1224.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-wu-EVKs7MUQ/TYIscu5LZoI/AAAAAAAACQ8/AlrwlfzezlQ/s640/IMG_1224.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I finally see green. WOAH so sick of white wei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-GahOsQuezr8/TYIsdccbF7I/AAAAAAAACRE/yW4ekDVBvbE/s1600/IMG_1226.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-GahOsQuezr8/TYIsdccbF7I/AAAAAAAACRE/yW4ekDVBvbE/s640/IMG_1226.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-8ZMbe_4wSvw/TYIsdxIQhwI/AAAAAAAACRI/FX-Ighr8xpI/s1600/IMG_1227.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-8ZMbe_4wSvw/TYIsdxIQhwI/AAAAAAAACRI/FX-Ighr8xpI/s640/IMG_1227.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The buzy city!!! I miss cities man! Stay in mountain for so long also can become tarzan already. Oh yee oh yee ohhhhhhh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-te2P5o5xMh4/TYIsea0xZbI/AAAAAAAACRM/jqMJsUoszOI/s1600/IMG_1228.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-te2P5o5xMh4/TYIsea0xZbI/AAAAAAAACRM/jqMJsUoszOI/s640/IMG_1228.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Stylish people everywhere. Woots!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OjIJOvU8HIc/TYIselSCTWI/AAAAAAAACRQ/_xTKzVq2g10/s1600/IMG_1229.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OjIJOvU8HIc/TYIselSCTWI/AAAAAAAACRQ/_xTKzVq2g10/s640/IMG_1229.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Chicken Gourmet for lunch. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*Refuses to say McD because Chicken Gourmet sounds so pro*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-k7_Lyesp8L0/TYIsfXjplEI/AAAAAAAACRU/T4euzbmsGT0/s1600/IMG_1231.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-k7_Lyesp8L0/TYIsfXjplEI/AAAAAAAACRU/T4euzbmsGT0/s640/IMG_1231.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My virgin visit to Zara. Fail right, never been to Zara before. But he ended up shopping and trying on more clothes than I did. Prices I buay tahan leh and I too fat, I look ugly in everything. *cries*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-5-I_XCGLc6U/TYIsf-2vNAI/AAAAAAAACRY/cGZtsCJInvQ/s1600/IMG_1232.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-5-I_XCGLc6U/TYIsf-2vNAI/AAAAAAAACRY/cGZtsCJInvQ/s640/IMG_1232.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love the wind+sun! Not cold at all! I miss spring and summer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-N60_cl3mlG4/TYIsgQ8E6OI/AAAAAAAACRc/Zm9wFVpcT0k/s1600/IMG_1233.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-N60_cl3mlG4/TYIsgQ8E6OI/AAAAAAAACRc/Zm9wFVpcT0k/s640/IMG_1233.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Bumped into Ben and we decided to chill at Bintangbucks. Choc Frappucino, nong time no see you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-1Grt8jFUkuY/TYIsg46EC6I/AAAAAAAACRg/azhjJ2Slt5s/s1600/IMG_1234.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-1Grt8jFUkuY/TYIsg46EC6I/AAAAAAAACRg/azhjJ2Slt5s/s640/IMG_1234.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-3jU7PHkXlrc/TYIshTWZ4vI/AAAAAAAACRk/BwEJJ0FiWiw/s1600/IMG_1235.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-3jU7PHkXlrc/TYIshTWZ4vI/AAAAAAAACRk/BwEJJ0FiWiw/s640/IMG_1235.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He is tired + sien already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-E57Fazdw4_U/TYIshsUzjVI/AAAAAAAACRo/x5dsgAY_Rw4/s1600/IMG_1237.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-E57Fazdw4_U/TYIshsUzjVI/AAAAAAAACRo/x5dsgAY_Rw4/s640/IMG_1237.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hugeass Apple store. Like seriously they have about 30 iPads for you to play and 5 Macbooks(for every model) for you to try. Like super huge and two story somemore. Note those people, there are playing games on the iPads. WTH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-W1sqXSaIqCc/TYIsiQJNm9I/AAAAAAAACRs/RxiVRB5coiY/s1600/IMG_1239.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-W1sqXSaIqCc/TYIsiQJNm9I/AAAAAAAACRs/RxiVRB5coiY/s640/IMG_1239.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;H&amp;amp;M I haven't explored you enough. Nevermind, we will meet again :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-0KgGITtZHf4/TYIsjCjYK7I/AAAAAAAACRw/kl0NgGJ_d1E/s1600/IMG_1240.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-0KgGITtZHf4/TYIsjCjYK7I/AAAAAAAACRw/kl0NgGJ_d1E/s640/IMG_1240.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ZjCruV0CPFw/TYIsjefDX2I/AAAAAAAACR0/COcwotX3RJw/s1600/IMG_1241.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ZjCruV0CPFw/TYIsjefDX2I/AAAAAAAACR0/COcwotX3RJw/s640/IMG_1241.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Art of the bad photographer. I was running across the street while taking this. Damn regret never take nice pictures that day. Busy shopping jer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-q_XLaoFz8KU/TYIsjyVKkwI/AAAAAAAACR4/AhHajgGEMmw/s1600/IMG_1242.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-q_XLaoFz8KU/TYIsjyVKkwI/AAAAAAAACR4/AhHajgGEMmw/s640/IMG_1242.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Train station.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-CCCZulrMD-Q/TYIskSy3kfI/AAAAAAAACR8/SpDbKo5frAQ/s1600/IMG_1243.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-CCCZulrMD-Q/TYIskSy3kfI/AAAAAAAACR8/SpDbKo5frAQ/s640/IMG_1243.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-GTaetxulseQ/TYIslFu0awI/AAAAAAAACSA/glivS6xIUWU/s1600/IMG_1244.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-GTaetxulseQ/TYIslFu0awI/AAAAAAAACSA/glivS6xIUWU/s640/IMG_1244.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Burberry my love. I must get the wallet. MUST!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-iW4Hr-6B3Lw/TYIslopPl1I/AAAAAAAACSE/W95dHhatfZk/s1600/IMG_1249.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-iW4Hr-6B3Lw/TYIslopPl1I/AAAAAAAACSE/W95dHhatfZk/s640/IMG_1249.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*Hyperventilates* Longchampppppppppp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AMaQTp1h5S4/TYIsl53feII/AAAAAAAACSI/E3xufBXFNUY/s1600/IMG_1251.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AMaQTp1h5S4/TYIsl53feII/AAAAAAAACSI/E3xufBXFNUY/s640/IMG_1251.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;On the way to Klosters Dorf for dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Settled down at this pizzaria called Al Berto. I love that place. My third time there. This dude's been craving for the schnecken which means snails. I refuse to say snails because the image of those things in our padang keeps appearing. I have no idea those snails we ordered are those from the grass or the sea&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;-.-'''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-RX90_2iaNpE/TYIsmOsDn3I/AAAAAAAACSM/u0p9h-rgNJw/s1600/IMG_1252.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-RX90_2iaNpE/TYIsmOsDn3I/AAAAAAAACSM/u0p9h-rgNJw/s640/IMG_1252.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He said it tasted like heaven. oookay. I took up some courage and tried it. It was really nice, except you shouldn't imagine it as a snail -.-'''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_OhRVP9F0TA/TYIsmZ5wBhI/AAAAAAAACSQ/sncyEMkJpLs/s1600/IMG_1253.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_OhRVP9F0TA/TYIsmZ5wBhI/AAAAAAAACSQ/sncyEMkJpLs/s640/IMG_1253.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The sauce is damn nice. If got white rice then shiok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-zoGxpCPOG2k/TYIsnOWilNI/AAAAAAAACSU/JM1JCHYR5Wg/s1600/IMG_1254.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-zoGxpCPOG2k/TYIsnOWilNI/AAAAAAAACSU/JM1JCHYR5Wg/s640/IMG_1254.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Pizza, nyams. With champignons, beef and some stuffs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Balik rumah after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-vcrxISHVw8s/TYIsnvoyDfI/AAAAAAAACSY/HU8Q55ufda8/s1600/IMG_1257.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-vcrxISHVw8s/TYIsnvoyDfI/AAAAAAAACSY/HU8Q55ufda8/s640/IMG_1257.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My Longchamp! Purposely took it in the morning because Cai Ling was mad excited that I got a Longchamp finally. So she wants to see "her" picture and be "her" godma. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;At night brought my luggages to sayang's house(nearer to airport). I know you guys are yawning already. Ok lah, I will end my post asap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Recently life hasn't been easy. I just take it as a karma I should receive. One thing I regret, for rambling about it to someone. I shouldn't have. Because it changes nothing and it just gave someone a chance to despise me? Maybe its time for me to be strong and grow up and face whatever. Come what may. To you, am sorry but thanks. Ok bai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Oh and I want a makeover when I go back to Malaysia. Getting insecured about my looks more and more. Time for a change? Heh. Random. Ok, bye fo real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;2 more weeks till the end of internshipppppppp!!!!!!!!!!&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/8813156108029225552-2295718895035213761?l=everules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/feeds/2295718895035213761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2011/03/if-only.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/2295718895035213761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/2295718895035213761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2011/03/if-only.html' title='If only.'/><author><name>Everlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13807447240028648862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-mu4qi_ZteH4/TYIsYCjLs9I/AAAAAAAACQc/qHDrkJFxftw/s72-c/IMG_1188.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813156108029225552.post-1980204788216719403</id><published>2011-03-11T17:30:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T22:14:20.394+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-i6ShU3NgQ58/TXpN--pLCXI/AAAAAAAACQY/8Jv515-S6IU/s1600/tumblr_lhomkljmUP1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="512" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-i6ShU3NgQ58/TXpN--pLCXI/AAAAAAAACQY/8Jv515-S6IU/s640/tumblr_lhomkljmUP1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sometimes being overconsiderate towards someone's feelings which you didn't even cause is not an option. Its their problem. Leave it to them. Maybe we can feel bad, but harm is done. What can we do? hmm. Point is, mend it. Not keep brooding over it. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you are still holding on to your past, thinking why is it like that, why did I do that? The rest had already left you behind and went on with their lives with a smile on their faces while you having a frown. Think to yourself, is it even worth it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While you are thinking about mistakes you've made, the rest already mended theirs and went on with their lives. Because they learnt from the mistakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813156108029225552-1980204788216719403?l=everules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/feeds/1980204788216719403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2011/03/sometimes-being-overconsiderate-towards.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/1980204788216719403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/1980204788216719403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2011/03/sometimes-being-overconsiderate-towards.html' title=''/><author><name>Everlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13807447240028648862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-i6ShU3NgQ58/TXpN--pLCXI/AAAAAAAACQY/8Jv515-S6IU/s72-c/tumblr_lhomkljmUP1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813156108029225552.post-7727950562554594802</id><published>2011-02-27T21:30:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T23:11:09.849+01:00</updated><title type='text'>If only March only has 28 days.</title><content type='html'>Its the last day of February tomorrow! Gosh seriously didn't felt like it was a month already. It was just like days ago since everyone was wishing each other on Facebook Happy CNY and now we're entering March? Reluctant for time to fly at the same time I want it too. Because for certain things; they were much better before and I cannot wait for certain things to happen :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My week was pretty okay I guess. Started with early shifts throughout the week, get to go home early and not knowing what to do with my life. Met boyfiee twice this week, thought of being with him for our 7th month which was pretty much useless. Whatever. And was a pretty busy week so time obviously passed kinda fast for me. Didn't have time to go to supermarket which is why this hungry person is typing a very grumpy post right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No picture posts for now because no fast internet connection till early March. Fast! See, one reason why I want time to past :p No Kdrama no Youtube channels for me for now. Dang, I am super bored. If only I have fast connection, I don't mind having days off seriously. But if I am stuck home with this slow connection I would have a BF seriously. Lol White Chicks. Bitch Fit! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow would be the first day of me working without that crazy bitch. Nice moments :]&lt;br /&gt;And day after tomorrow, hello March! and hello spring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was browsing the photos. Again. How time flies. I miss the room 69 times. Those were the times when there were only me and Cai Ling. I was always sorta an introvert, don't really like mixing with new people lah. Sharing and bitching about people in that cosy room. Making jokes because of our bathroom habits. Nice times. Those were the times when I was also much loved by you(am I not lovable now?!), go to room 59 to crack jokes, make guys cook instant noodles for us, getting more attached to Raven and Angel, to peep at someone♥ who still reminds hot in my heart and of course the moments we travel around together. Internship truly sucks. It breaks everyone apart, throwing all of us to different parts of Switzerland. Yeah, this is one of the reason why I want to go back to the past. I miss my friends. and you.&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; i have one goal to achieve, to return to the old me. The i-don't-give-a-damn-Convent-girl-attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I spent 11 hours JUST being in front of the computer. Hate off days on weekends seriously. Everywhere closed, locked up in my room with a hungry tummy. Oh, did I mentioned I talked to few of my awesome friends today?! I am so happy. Chatted with Preetibah my first kiss and also Skyped for a min with her! Lamed with Cai Ling on each other's wall, Terry kor, Rachel mei, Jing Ming mosquito. Ah I miss them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah that pretty sums up my unproductive week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I am not clingy. I am just making double efforts for this relationship because you are not making any; I am not clingy, it is just because you never remind me that you love me anymore; I am not clingy, I just thought of making you feel important; I am not clingy, its just that I care more about us more than you care about me; I am not clingy, its just that I don't want to be selfish; I am not clingy, I am just happy to tell you everything that is happening in my life; I am not clingy, I just want to share everything with you; I am not clingy, I just enjoy your company; I am not clingy, I just love seeing you smile. It is alright I mean nothing to you now; But remember that, before you could even change your mind about me, a person might just walk into my life and let me know what I am worth. A person that makes me feel important, who sees the best in me like you never did. Then, I would be that heartless person you made me into, heartless enough to walk away; and before you could even regret, I will be THE GIRL who will never ever look back again. Because you just don't know her enough."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813156108029225552-7727950562554594802?l=everules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/feeds/7727950562554594802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2011/02/if-only-march-only-has-28-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/7727950562554594802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/7727950562554594802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2011/02/if-only-march-only-has-28-days.html' title='If only March only 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title=''/><author><name>Everlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13807447240028648862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813156108029225552.post-1615908038835562977</id><published>2011-02-23T22:39:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T22:39:47.843+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is encrypted: &lt;span id="XDeAz9SZ" title="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"&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:decryptText('XDeAz9SZ')"&gt;***&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask for the password in Twitter or Facebook or Formspring(non anonymously)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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title=''/><author><name>Everlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13807447240028648862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813156108029225552.post-633240014844860775</id><published>2011-02-22T20:20:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T20:22:55.803+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qk6XLIzWY9I/TWQMUWNvmDI/AAAAAAAACQM/uw_PTon2XT0/s1600/tumblr_l9ypxcdkTq1qax024o1_400.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="450" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qk6XLIzWY9I/TWQMUWNvmDI/AAAAAAAACQM/uw_PTon2XT0/s640/tumblr_l9ypxcdkTq1qax024o1_400.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Never knew jealousy could be this strong. Never knew small matters can make one feel like shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;To get over it soon or to go forward?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;and mom, stop reading my blog. Paiseh gosh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813156108029225552-633240014844860775?l=everules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/feeds/633240014844860775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2011/02/never-knew-jealousy-could-be-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/633240014844860775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/633240014844860775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2011/02/never-knew-jealousy-could-be-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Everlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13807447240028648862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qk6XLIzWY9I/TWQMUWNvmDI/AAAAAAAACQM/uw_PTon2XT0/s72-c/tumblr_l9ypxcdkTq1qax024o1_400.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813156108029225552.post-7502200471029194602</id><published>2011-02-21T23:28:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T23:36:27.814+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Connections</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ODHMWmxV8vM/TWLm_elKXPI/AAAAAAAACQI/m7j4Ktmdo1I/s1600/tumblr_le3rx4aHud1qbpwzeo1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ODHMWmxV8vM/TWLm_elKXPI/AAAAAAAACQI/m7j4Ktmdo1I/s640/tumblr_le3rx4aHud1qbpwzeo1_500.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always have too much time in the world after work. But after work its already 4-5am in Malaysia and no one chats with me already :[ Then I will be bored to death or fat to death because I will be stuffing myself with junkfood because I am bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was at my thinking chair(yes, you should know where) I started thinking about couples. There so many kind of lovers around me really. In my restaurant I see those in their 40s or 50s, some of the couples' their daughters already older than me, they still hold hands until the food is ready they still can't bear to let go that kind. When having dessert if the lady has some ice-cream at the corner of her lips, the man would kiss it off for her. And I am talking about this couple at their 40s. Walao, if my parents do that I will be disgusted until I fart man. Maybe its an ang moh thing, if we see people doing that in Malaysia, how would you react? But to me depends also how the couple looks like lah :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up. The oh-so-sweet couple. The kind you know, the boy and girl will write on each other's wall on Facebook. And the BOY actually writes more than the girl at times. And in real life, they ARE that sweet. I think this cases usually happens on couple which the guy loves the girl more? The guy and girl would willingly make cards to celebrate their every month's "anniversary", go out every month for their "anniversary" that kind. Camwhore like there's no tomorrow like that. I seriously envy this kind of relationship lah, but I am not suitable for this kind of relationship I guess? Or maybe I shouldn't stereotype? Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, I-don't-know-what-to-name-this-kind-of-couple. They are way similar, they can connect about everything in their worlds together, both speak very "intelligently" in a sense, both are pillar of support, knock sense into each other, smack each other back into reality kind. This kind of couple, kahwin already lah. Like they don't talk all mushy and stuffs online and all but in reality both knows how they feel for each other, both knows that they can rely on each other. Haven't seen enough of this kind of couple around really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we have the emo couple. Both guy and girl emo because the guy loves the girl sampai mati but he thinks the girl doesn't love him back and vice versa. Maybe they hardly talk or what because they're busy slitting their own wrist -.- But yeah, they often put like super emo quotes about each other padahal they love each other like hell. Usually happens on teenagers I guess. Crazy in love that kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The break-up-patch-up-couple. I am not even talking about those who break and patch for 2-3 times. I am talking about those that break every two weeks and patch up that kind. Really such an exaggeration at times. Some maybe for the right reasons and then they break and then they realise their feelings then patch again. But I think you shouldn't do that too much 'cause &lt;b&gt;1)&lt;/b&gt;you're gonna get tired of this relationship&lt;b&gt; 2)&lt;/b&gt;there is no meaning of being "together" since you can break and patch so easily &lt;b&gt;3)&lt;/b&gt;WE are gonna get tired of seeing your relationship change on FB every week. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secretive couple. Those that very obvious they have something chummy going on, but when you look at their status, Single. No pictures taken together. But they write things like&lt;i&gt; "I gonna whack you if you don't sleep harhzzz" "You are such a piggy orhs"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute. But. Errr. And some secretive couples are NOT like the ones I stated above. They do have pictures tagged together but with big bunch of friends and they do not show their affection online or what. But in real life you can see them holding hands and what not lah of course. Usually this kind couple last quite long one leh. I also don't know why. Maybe they break up also nobody knows or because they are secretive, nobody tries to break them up and stuff. And of course their characters lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess and slave couple. I was once in this. HAHA. But really, kesian the guy sometimes. This kind of relationship, the guy would do ANYTHING for the girl. Like the sweetest thing on earth and people who reads the girl's FB or blog would go wahhhhhh but behind all those "glamours" contains sweat, tears, arguments and what nots. But of course, the girl has the good girlfriend days but the boy in this relationship usually stays very low profile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long-distance relationship couple. KL-JB, Overseas-JB, Singapore-JB or wherever lah. I salute this LDR that works out. Been in one and its hard. Really. But my LDR between Zuoz-Luzern which is almost the same as KL-JB worked out! :D I have a friend who has a bf in Australia and she is in JB. I asked her how she maintained her relationship, she told me it really needs lotsa trust. It was hard for them at the beginning and things just got stronger later on. Then I asked her &lt;i&gt;"No guys like you meh?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since she was quite a catch, you see. Anyway she said, &lt;i&gt;"I don't even let them have the chance to be close to me, much more fall for me?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like what she said, and I started living up that "quote" but somehow I think. You need to see who that guy is. 'Cause you building up the trust for him to have on you, but on the other hand he is slowly falling out of love for you, and you lose all your guy friends? So hard right. Thats why. Need lots of trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is also another relationship which I don't know what to name but basically its like..erm..&lt;br /&gt;The guy is like a block. Doesn't show emotions or anything. Making the gf feel like "Walao he loves me or not?" that kind. Makes the gf feels insecure 'cause she never knew how he felt for her. But actually he does, and she shows it in small actions. I rather have this relationship at times. At least he really loves me. Rather than the guy acting nice and sweet to me but secretly he already falling out of love with me. WTF right. Susah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very sleepy now and I need to do my laundry. Sorry if this post made you yawn. I myself also yawning like lols. Maybe one day I read back I feel like this post is crap I will delete it. For now let me amuse myself for a bit. BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813156108029225552-7502200471029194602?l=everules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/feeds/7502200471029194602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2011/02/connections.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/7502200471029194602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/7502200471029194602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2011/02/connections.html' title='Connections'/><author><name>Everlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13807447240028648862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ODHMWmxV8vM/TWLm_elKXPI/AAAAAAAACQI/m7j4Ktmdo1I/s72-c/tumblr_le3rx4aHud1qbpwzeo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813156108029225552.post-396955255918922723</id><published>2011-02-21T13:26:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T13:31:30.922+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Its the end of February already?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-58dApA-SzL8/TWJZCrs8mbI/AAAAAAAACQE/nnkXvMDuc2E/s1600/tumblr_l7r35pRchl1qax024o1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-58dApA-SzL8/TWJZCrs8mbI/AAAAAAAACQE/nnkXvMDuc2E/s1600/tumblr_l7r35pRchl1qax024o1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies like crazy! But its good! Because it means that I am going back to Malaysia soon! Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, too many (!!!) in a sentence. But I am so friggin happy sial! Usually my friends who studies in Aussie, UK or wheverer, return to Malaysia at least twice a year? Like about once every half a year or so. Some even more often. Me? Its been almost a year, and I am flying home exactly the same date as I flew off last year. Awesome. One year anniversary with Switzerland in Zurich Airport. Woots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February is somehow not the month for me. Lotsa things going on in my life, some small changes, bad changes. But its ok, I will assure March will be a better month and I will start fixing things up in March. :]&lt;br /&gt;You know, sometimes I can't even rant freely without letting my mom know. Somehow she is in this corner of the cyberspace but I don't know where. Sometimes she suddenly asks me stuffs that I didn't even rant in blog/FB/Twitter. Who is the traitor! Or maybe she sees some emo posts and then she starts imaginining in exaggeration mode. Hmms. Moms, always worry about everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pretty much left with one month of work and then I am free! My only worry is my luggage and I haven't bought souveniers for home yet. I mean for friends and stuff. Seriously, can I treat you guys a meal rather than buying stuffs ah? I have to drag one year worth of stuffs home wei. Mati lah like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss/I will not miss Switzerland. Guess I will have to find out the answer when I am home. But I will definitely be happier back home. Malaysia Boleh! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hmms, &lt;i&gt;I think things will get better. If it doesn't then it was just not meant to be. :]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813156108029225552-396955255918922723?l=everules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/feeds/396955255918922723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-end-of-february-already.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/396955255918922723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/396955255918922723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-end-of-february-already.html' title='Its the end of February already?'/><author><name>Everlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13807447240028648862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-58dApA-SzL8/TWJZCrs8mbI/AAAAAAAACQE/nnkXvMDuc2E/s72-c/tumblr_l7r35pRchl1qax024o1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813156108029225552.post-6725570206922157523</id><published>2011-02-17T22:09:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T00:31:07.205+01:00</updated><title type='text'>You know I just can't smile without you.</title><content type='html'>Its going to be a pretty emo post. Just to warn you guys. Things that are happening to me these few days are just too much for me to deal. Yes I know, I've always been emo. But to be exact, all the while I was pretty much homesick/lazy for work. Not emo. Now is different. The emo-ness that is growing in me now is making me a cannibal. No connection but yeah. I feel like eating humans up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For about two days, been facing some small relationship problems, plus my very own talent of overreacting, things did not get better until now. I am at lost. My friends would know, since last time I talk to my dogs when I am emo/pissed etc etc and so I requested my sister to show me pictures of Simba and Snoopy. It never occurred to me that they are gone already. Then, no response from her. I started suspecting. My sister posts random pictures of my things in FB and blog, how come it never occurred to me that the dogs never once appeared in her blog ever since I came to Switzerland? I started getting all melodrama and worked up. True enough, my mom called me and told the truth, Simba died not long after I flew to Switzerland. My world just shattered into pieces, I can tell you I am tearing while typing this very sentence. I am really lost. The feeling is worst than being dumped by a guy, failing SPM*not that I failed before* and having period pains. Its much worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom told me that Simba was "supposed" to die long ago according to the vet, but he didn't because labs apparently do not die in front of its REAL master. But no leh, I once read that labs want to die in front of whoever that brought him home when it was baby. Anyway yeah, one month after I left for Switzerland, he died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole scenario was pretty heart breaking. The Astro people came to fix something in my house and both Snoopy and Simba ran off. My dad wasn't around and my gma has a cast on her leg, nobody chased after them. Then my sister walked all the way out near to the main road to search for them when she's home. For days they were missing. After that someone told my father that he saw my Snoopy around Holiday Plaza area, so my dad went. He found Simba lying by the road and Snoopy was gone. Simba looked at my father and took his last breath. Hearing this breaks my heart even more. He died by the ROAD? and I didn't hold him in my arms till he died. Who am I to call myself its master? Then my uncle told my dad he saw someone carrying Snoopy away when Snoopy was accompanying Simba. FUCK THAT PERSON. SNOOPY ONLY HAS SIMBA AS THE BROTHER AND YOU TOOK HIM AWAY WHEN SNOOPY WANTED TO ACCOMPANY ITS BROTHER TILL SIMBA'S LAST SECOND? I don't care if you like my dog but its my dog. BUT ITS MY DOG. When I find out where Snoopy lives now, I might let you continue to rare him if you really take care of him, but PLEASE HAVE THE FUCKING COURTESY CAN. FUCK YOU. Snoopy must be very timid now without me, because Snoopy only listens to me and he is only attached to me. My heart is really very very painful now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am at mess. Simba and Snoopy never once displeased me. Not even when I was 6, he ran and hit me till I was covered with bruises. Instead I got up and rode on him. Not even when Snoopy pee-ed on my books, not even when Snoopy ate my hamster. Not once I was pissed with them. Simba brought joy to my life since 1998, and now.. I don't feel like going home all of the sudden. Because all I see is Simba's ashes. Yeah my dad cremated Simba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my confidante I don't know what to do. He died on the same day I met sayang. Like they always say. God will take away something from you, He will will give you something in return as well. God is fair. Yeah, sayang really made me happy for these few months. But sorry to say, I would exchange everything to have Simba back. I know, I am going to 'cause lotsa controversy by saying this, but. Really Simba can't be replaced and he has never once made me teared, at least. He only time he is making me cry is now. Because he left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vuMovRUeGzc/TV2LYDjxktI/AAAAAAAACPw/l3pdLO5f_Oc/s1600/IMG_8790.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vuMovRUeGzc/TV2LYDjxktI/AAAAAAAACPw/l3pdLO5f_Oc/s640/IMG_8790.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Snoopy, I hope I can find you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3wrb20QgRco/TV2MR4Dr8XI/AAAAAAAACP0/jlubgFCFfcc/s1600/IMG_8795.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3wrb20QgRco/TV2MR4Dr8XI/AAAAAAAACP0/jlubgFCFfcc/s640/IMG_8795.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My lazy darling :[&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y9K3ENd7Hak/TV2M6cuNm0I/AAAAAAAACP4/x-ElQvmE_2A/s1600/Photo+on+2011-02-17+at+21.24+%25233.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y9K3ENd7Hak/TV2M6cuNm0I/AAAAAAAACP4/x-ElQvmE_2A/s640/Photo+on+2011-02-17+at+21.24+%25233.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simba when he was young, he is always by my bed since day 1 in Switzerland.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T4hxH5evfAI/TV2M936cunI/AAAAAAAACP8/Dy9R_CCCSgQ/s1600/Photo+on+2011-02-17+at+21.24+%25234.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T4hxH5evfAI/TV2M936cunI/AAAAAAAACP8/Dy9R_CCCSgQ/s640/Photo+on+2011-02-17+at+21.24+%25234.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;... and also Snoopy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Simba Heng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Feb 1998-May 2010&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/8813156108029225552-6725570206922157523?l=everules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/feeds/6725570206922157523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2011/02/you-know-i-just-cant-smile-without-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/6725570206922157523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/6725570206922157523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2011/02/you-know-i-just-cant-smile-without-you.html' title='You know I just can&apos;t smile without you.'/><author><name>Everlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13807447240028648862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vuMovRUeGzc/TV2LYDjxktI/AAAAAAAACPw/l3pdLO5f_Oc/s72-c/IMG_8790.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813156108029225552.post-4709153927117269106</id><published>2011-02-15T16:49:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T17:11:57.957+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M8wPBxgcGnc/TVqfmiOYioI/AAAAAAAACPs/MhPNzOVbPm0/s1600/tumblr_le3rk4N8dv1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M8wPBxgcGnc/TVqfmiOYioI/AAAAAAAACPs/MhPNzOVbPm0/s640/tumblr_le3rk4N8dv1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Perhaps, if I disappear and I change all my contacts then things might be different. I lose ALL my contacts with you, Facebook, Blogger, etc. Without me in your life, you can make the amendments you need to make. She can regain her smile or rather, hope again. Isn't that wonderful? And I can stop having nightmares already. Because I feel like a b****.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813156108029225552-4709153927117269106?l=everules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/feeds/4709153927117269106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2011/02/perhaps-if-i-disappear-and-i-change-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/4709153927117269106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/4709153927117269106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2011/02/perhaps-if-i-disappear-and-i-change-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Everlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13807447240028648862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M8wPBxgcGnc/TVqfmiOYioI/AAAAAAAACPs/MhPNzOVbPm0/s72-c/tumblr_le3rk4N8dv1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813156108029225552.post-6161545205505793616</id><published>2011-02-11T15:51:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T16:55:18.810+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Changed person?</title><content type='html'>Am a reader of a rather popular blogger in Singapore, Tammy Tay if you guys know. Her blog is ohsofickle.blogspot.com. I stumbled upon her blog because she was the winner of camqueen and then I found her link through someone's page. At first I was a reader because I think she's pretty and stuff so I kind followed her blog, to see her fashion updates and also her outings. Then I came across this post about her being a pyscho gf, I somehow can relate to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unknowingly, I felt like I became an insecured b**** and gets sensitive over the silliest matter.&lt;br /&gt;I've never been so attach-y to someone and being so annoying. Well, I find myself annoying for being so annoying lah. I miss my boyfriend eventhough we haven't met for like 2 days? Thats just stupid. I am being too manja. I miss my old self. Kind of independent and usually is the guy who wants to see me and stuff. Now I am afraid of the day my bf would finally tell me &lt;i&gt;"Hey look, we're meeting to often. Don't come and find me anymore"&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;When that day comes I am gonna explode! Why am I being such a weirdo now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tammy also mentioned she quarreled with her boy a lot because of the ex-bfgf issues. For me too. It wasn't really an issue but sometimes I would compare myself a lot and then get all insecure and inferior and nonsense. At least I don't say it in his face, I just keep making myself emo yada yada. Its really uncalled for, you know? He always would tell me its the past and it doesn't really matter anymore. But of course, its his responsibility to care for its ex, but its just caring, nothing more. Yeah I get it, I really do but sometimes I just can't help it? I feel indebted towards her in a way and I am incomparable to her. She's just THE girl, but not HIS kinda girl. Sadly. Why are girls always so insecure? Is it because I am fat and not pretty that I am insecure? If that is the case, slim down Everlyn Heng! Then again, does that make me feel better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another issue is I think that we can't really "connect". Like we don't really understand each other stuffs. I admit I have a very weird personality and its hard to guess what am I even thinking of, I have strange mood swings and I think I piss him off at times. I am so afraid he will get sick of me. He doesn't smile and laugh as much as we first started. He says its because he is tired from work but is that really the case? Or he is just tired of us? :[ I just left his side one hour ago, I have this strange stabbing feeling in me. I always feel strange and bad when I leave him. I feel like he doesn't enjoy being by my side and I am in the wrong for looking him up. Looking him up = making him unhappy. I am always assuming things. Thats really bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing is, I really treasure this relationship. I don't ask for anything/last forever or anything but even if it were to end, I want it to end happily and not because of my childish acts. Well just a random post to rant a bit. Its not exactly a post for you guys to judge me or whatever. (I know some of you who have your own thinking gonna say "&lt;i&gt;If you don't want anyone to judge you then don't post lor&lt;/i&gt;").&lt;br /&gt;Kao, I don't know who and how to tell it out, I cannot write it in my blog lah now?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway for those who have experience on how to handle this kind of situation, teach me! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye! Have a great weekend ahead people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813156108029225552-6161545205505793616?l=everules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/feeds/6161545205505793616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2011/02/changed-person.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/6161545205505793616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/6161545205505793616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2011/02/changed-person.html' title='Changed person?'/><author><name>Everlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13807447240028648862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813156108029225552.post-1318603915574717327</id><published>2011-02-10T23:28:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T23:35:08.091+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Brother from a different mother.</title><content type='html'>This post is dedicated to my godbro of mine, who's like a brother I've never had. Was on the phone with him just now, felt nostalgic and all the fond memories started to flow when I was pooping. Ok, the pooping part damn potong, but toilet bowl is my thinking chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its been 3 years since we met, well we met at the end of 2008 lah, so practically not 3 years yet -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway he is one special guy, one of the people with the heart of gold but I would say turquoise because I don't like gold nor silver. Sometimes he is so friggin weird, I don't even know what on Saturn he is thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember the first time we met? Not exactly met, but I started noticing you because of your annoying MSN muahahaha laughter. I was like telling the rest of my friends "Is this dude trying to get our attention or what?" Tsk. But well, it sure got mine. And then later that night you offered your seat to me as the bus was full but I kind of moved away because everyone back there was speaking Cantonese, which I cannot understand at all and I think you are weird. So I rather stand in front with my friends.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later on, you flooded my mailbox. My first 3 messages, one was from Andrew Heng, saying I am a good &lt;i&gt;drawer&lt;/i&gt; but I think he meant good artist, one was from Kok Keong saying thank you Hot Chick member and one more, of course, from you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Why so serious?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the end of the camp, it was hard to leave, I even felt like crying because I thought am not gonna see you ever again. Lol the drama. Never felt so attached to someone before, &amp;nbsp;maybe because I never had an elder bro and you acted like one?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TnhqyvFCgX0/TVRlHP4NOwI/AAAAAAAACPE/yQjbqv29f9A/s1600/221220082656.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TnhqyvFCgX0/TVRlHP4NOwI/AAAAAAAACPE/yQjbqv29f9A/s640/221220082656.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eh you last time more handsome leh, why har?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pFS-b20aWF8/TVRlI8S1XeI/AAAAAAAACPY/0wwdJ3rWYa4/s1600/DSC07641.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pFS-b20aWF8/TVRlI8S1XeI/AAAAAAAACPY/0wwdJ3rWYa4/s640/DSC07641.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is your mail box but with my messages from others in it. I supposed you're keeping my childishly drawn mailbox? :]&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You were so near to my Mr Perfect except for the height. LOL. But, I am glad we are godsibs and we didn't become lovers. OMGOSH that would be soooooooo totally weird. Ya ya godsibs forever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although we only met once a year, but I am happy. The times you came down to JB just to support me and find me because I was stressed out for SPM and when I went to KL for nursing, you took care of me. And drew a picture of my apartment -.-'''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drove to my rundown lauya apartment near Old Klang to bring me out of there early in the morning with just one call because I was scared yada yada. Then brought me to Mid Valley keke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nd7F9SaDR7k/TVRlH6PcLuI/AAAAAAAACPM/AD5mzYcxxPE/s1600/DSC07633.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nd7F9SaDR7k/TVRlH6PcLuI/AAAAAAAACPM/AD5mzYcxxPE/s640/DSC07633.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ran to toilet after you appeared behind my room door. Scared the shit outta me!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Nn-s7P32fY/TVRlHf-yF9I/AAAAAAAACPI/RjvgR-OJuVk/s1600/DSC07630.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Nn-s7P32fY/TVRlHf-yF9I/AAAAAAAACPI/RjvgR-OJuVk/s640/DSC07630.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Was at lost when you appeared when I got home from tuition.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nd7F9SaDR7k/TVRlH6PcLuI/AAAAAAAACPM/AD5mzYcxxPE/s1600/DSC07633.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uI6pbU2_ke8/TVRlIOz-LwI/AAAAAAAACPQ/AvUxtoBLWFs/s1600/DSC07634.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uI6pbU2_ke8/TVRlIOz-LwI/AAAAAAAACPQ/AvUxtoBLWFs/s640/DSC07634.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nothing to do with this post but I just miss my room!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZH0Y2YipKRA/TVRlIlD6UeI/AAAAAAAACPU/g2IW1Waf1-o/s1600/DSC07635.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZH0Y2YipKRA/TVRlIlD6UeI/AAAAAAAACPU/g2IW1Waf1-o/s640/DSC07635.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stressed out Bio days.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yy5QJ4mT9Pc/TVRlJKGAtLI/AAAAAAAACPc/K1Meq64oKcE/s1600/DSC07648.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yy5QJ4mT9Pc/TVRlJKGAtLI/AAAAAAAACPc/K1Meq64oKcE/s640/DSC07648.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bio+Highlighter+Short hair days.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UnIe7Ug7ACg/TVRlJV1QHnI/AAAAAAAACPg/Im7VeeM2IIY/s1600/DSC07650.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UnIe7Ug7ACg/TVRlJV1QHnI/AAAAAAAACPg/Im7VeeM2IIY/s640/DSC07650.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wet hair-no need wipe hair days&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VA0tlbwIOlY/TVRlJ-m9GvI/AAAAAAAACPk/Sy9eOfOr07g/s1600/DSC07654.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VA0tlbwIOlY/TVRlJ-m9GvI/AAAAAAAACPk/Sy9eOfOr07g/s640/DSC07654.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;T shirt and hoody from you! I miss the hoody lots though.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Srx9p7YcyA/TVRlKZ8M4-I/AAAAAAAACPo/MYf1wUJFL5s/s1600/DSC07668.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Srx9p7YcyA/TVRlKZ8M4-I/AAAAAAAACPo/MYf1wUJFL5s/s1600/DSC07668.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I was young....&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year, hopefully everything works out so that I can see you more often in KL! Because you always take care of me like how you did for Sabrina. HAHA seriously, get a girlfriend man! Your sisters aren't your everything, although we would annoy you like mad, but seriously, get a da sao for us!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am glad to have someone who has the same thinking, same dreams, interest, lameness, believes, opinions. Although this doesn't really matter, but you have the exact same religion as me, makes it easier for you to knock some sense into me when things are not right :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have another godbro since I was 14, but we were never as close because we think different and I am just not exactly his priority or whatever. And a few younger godbros which I can't even remember their names -.-'''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So erm, enjoy life and I hope to get your fire-y Adidas asap! xoxoxo gor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rLKtldiSxXg/TVRlGYIa5dI/AAAAAAAACO8/80YdY-qjUus/s1600/5570_126819678003_586133003_2654611_1858029_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rLKtldiSxXg/TVRlGYIa5dI/AAAAAAAACO8/80YdY-qjUus/s640/5570_126819678003_586133003_2654611_1858029_n.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8813156108029225552-1318603915574717327?l=everules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/feeds/1318603915574717327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2011/02/brother-from-different-mother.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/1318603915574717327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/1318603915574717327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2011/02/brother-from-different-mother.html' title='Brother from a different mother.'/><author><name>Everlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13807447240028648862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TnhqyvFCgX0/TVRlHP4NOwI/AAAAAAAACPE/yQjbqv29f9A/s72-c/221220082656.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813156108029225552.post-5539999409528335202</id><published>2011-02-10T00:21:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T00:25:39.340+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hamster's Adventure</title><content type='html'>Been wanting to sum out my so-called adventure for the past month. Been travelling so much with the train and the amount of tickets scares me. Not to mention the amount money spent on them. But not so sim tia because its my own money, not like I spend my parents' money like water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I've been travelling so much is because&lt;br /&gt;1) Sayang stays kinda far away from me&lt;br /&gt;2) I feel damn stressed here in Zuoz, my only friend is the cow. Ok lah, not cow. Cow and sheep.&lt;br /&gt;3) I hate being alone.&lt;br /&gt;4) I love shopping! I would finally admit, yes I am a spendthrift. Last time I don't admit because I was kinda kiam (not my money mah) and when I get my gaji (for being art teacher) I will splurge on my art stuffs like mad!&lt;br /&gt;5) I like taking pictures tho am bad at it.&lt;br /&gt;6) I like to dress up sui sui go everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;7) Drool at ang mohs. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically the places I went are around my area only lah, Klosters, Kublis, St. Moritz, Davos, Samedan, Celerina etc etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall not loh soh any further. I will caption all the pictures so you get the flow. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMZt6ZVlAI/AAAAAAAACLc/_NA9aDV-RNc/s1600/IMG_1077.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMZt6ZVlAI/AAAAAAAACLc/_NA9aDV-RNc/s640/IMG_1077.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;View from train on the way to Kublis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMZvWakDCI/AAAAAAAACLg/_E4l0UgHJ8s/s1600/IMG_1078.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMZvWakDCI/AAAAAAAACLg/_E4l0UgHJ8s/s640/IMG_1078.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMZv6JEImI/AAAAAAAACLk/7KKQry3Q2Fs/s1600/IMG_1081.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMZv6JEImI/AAAAAAAACLk/7KKQry3Q2Fs/s640/IMG_1081.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I finally see green! Its covered with snow at my area you see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMZwDgD_wI/AAAAAAAACLo/BBcddtRLRgc/s1600/IMG_1085.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMZwDgD_wI/AAAAAAAACLo/BBcddtRLRgc/s640/IMG_1085.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I find this the coolest bridge ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMZwyPz4qI/AAAAAAAACLs/x3tLvYM6gwg/s1600/IMG_1086.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMZwyPz4qI/AAAAAAAACLs/x3tLvYM6gwg/s640/IMG_1086.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMZxe3n7SI/AAAAAAAACLw/cFhzzhZYars/s1600/IMG_1087.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMZxe3n7SI/AAAAAAAACLw/cFhzzhZYars/s640/IMG_1087.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The ah pek who never bothers to dress up since he is going to work after the meal. *required to wear a chef's hat anyway and his hair oredi 3 months didn't cut lor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMZya8yYVI/AAAAAAAACL0/kFE4QKJcRgU/s1600/IMG_1088.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMZya8yYVI/AAAAAAAACL0/kFE4QKJcRgU/s640/IMG_1088.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My so-so seafood soup. Its a lunch menu set btw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMZyyvf7wI/AAAAAAAACL4/lDm1zvweefI/s1600/IMG_1089.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMZyyvf7wI/AAAAAAAACL4/lDm1zvweefI/s640/IMG_1089.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The main course, fish. My life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMZzUJcBII/AAAAAAAACL8/kFHM2b81kEk/s1600/IMG_1090.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMZzUJcBII/AAAAAAAACL8/kFHM2b81kEk/s640/IMG_1090.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yang's rosti with eggs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Been eating a lot at Alpina because yang is the fan of the chef, has 17 points for Gault Millau and lotsa other stuffs lah. Culinary student mah, you see. And I am a pig. Great combo. :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMZz5se1NI/AAAAAAAACMA/4TqheqmZqbM/s1600/IMG_1092.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMZz5se1NI/AAAAAAAACMA/4TqheqmZqbM/s640/IMG_1092.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Swiss Army practicing the jets. I like this picture btw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMZ0XQ_OaI/AAAAAAAACME/cUbA9gAdewk/s1600/IMG_1093.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMZ0XQ_OaI/AAAAAAAACME/cUbA9gAdewk/s640/IMG_1093.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;... and this too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMZ0wumAfI/AAAAAAAACMI/yJU-el7d96k/s1600/IMG_1096.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMZ0wumAfI/AAAAAAAACMI/yJU-el7d96k/s640/IMG_1096.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;..and this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMZ1nke9mI/AAAAAAAACMM/z5P21Gx_lBs/s1600/IMG_1102.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMZ1nke9mI/AAAAAAAACMM/z5P21Gx_lBs/s640/IMG_1102.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMZ2VzTqZI/AAAAAAAACMQ/65ejfmsB06A/s1600/IMG_1103.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMZ2VzTqZI/AAAAAAAACMQ/65ejfmsB06A/s640/IMG_1103.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Burger from yang! xoxo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMZ2ubrk9I/AAAAAAAACMU/SP1L7uo_MlI/s1600/IMG_1104.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMZ2ubrk9I/AAAAAAAACMU/SP1L7uo_MlI/s640/IMG_1104.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Makan at Alpina again! The tomato soup was nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMZ3AK00ZI/AAAAAAAACMY/nd1DqfDZx9I/s1600/IMG_1105.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMZ3AK00ZI/AAAAAAAACMY/nd1DqfDZx9I/s640/IMG_1105.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yang's salad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMZ4HiOkqI/AAAAAAAACMc/hLz2e2O-CcE/s1600/IMG_1106.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMZ4HiOkqI/AAAAAAAACMc/hLz2e2O-CcE/s640/IMG_1106.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ah Pek look.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMZ44nn3GI/AAAAAAAACMg/RWmbz-_MMho/s1600/IMG_1107.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMZ44nn3GI/AAAAAAAACMg/RWmbz-_MMho/s640/IMG_1107.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;His main course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMZ5W0qrnI/AAAAAAAACMk/qCNDh_eIzis/s1600/IMG_1108.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMZ5W0qrnI/AAAAAAAACMk/qCNDh_eIzis/s640/IMG_1108.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My main course, fish, again lols.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMZ57SYybI/AAAAAAAACMo/UBrpARd_Quc/s1600/IMG_1110.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMZ57SYybI/AAAAAAAACMo/UBrpARd_Quc/s640/IMG_1110.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Our dessert! The waiter cheated us! We asked for the dessert of the day, he said panna cotta. So we said, ok, we'll have that. But then its not! Its panna cotta(most right) with vanilla ice cream and creme brulee. And its costs only 7.50CHF! What a pleasant surprise. Feel so contented after eating it :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMZ6XHKhVI/AAAAAAAACMs/zJiiH3dRzWw/s1600/IMG_1114.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMZ6XHKhVI/AAAAAAAACMs/zJiiH3dRzWw/s640/IMG_1114.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;On the way to St. Moritz, Top Of The World. Was camwhoring with earphones on and then the conductor stand beside me see me camwhore as i did not hear/notice him. Memalukan sia. Wai my face so red! Am I drunk? Lols.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMZ7BEWw-I/AAAAAAAACMw/mUN06lKsI0A/s1600/IMG_1116.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMZ7BEWw-I/AAAAAAAACMw/mUN06lKsI0A/s640/IMG_1116.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Celerina. Ski park.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMZ7oJB09I/AAAAAAAACM0/QhTJ6XQ1fuA/s1600/IMG_1117.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMZ7oJB09I/AAAAAAAACM0/QhTJ6XQ1fuA/s640/IMG_1117.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMZ8QlIUyI/AAAAAAAACM4/DED918jpk9k/s1600/IMG_1118.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMZ8QlIUyI/AAAAAAAACM4/DED918jpk9k/s640/IMG_1118.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMZ9O_liII/AAAAAAAACM8/CXBx8MMKtJk/s1600/IMG_1119.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMZ9O_liII/AAAAAAAACM8/CXBx8MMKtJk/s640/IMG_1119.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMZ-uQo2LI/AAAAAAAACNE/QHmveAZ1Prw/s1600/IMG_1123.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMZ-uQo2LI/AAAAAAAACNE/QHmveAZ1Prw/s640/IMG_1123.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMZ_Bb2QkI/AAAAAAAACNI/8o_F_biup6U/s1600/IMG_1125.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMZ_Bb2QkI/AAAAAAAACNI/8o_F_biup6U/s640/IMG_1125.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Super scary escalator, I poo-ed right after I get off from it. Was so scared. I got slight phobia of heights lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMZ_wQoH4I/AAAAAAAACNM/XvwMkI0_Ev0/s1600/IMG_1132.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMZ_wQoH4I/AAAAAAAACNM/XvwMkI0_Ev0/s640/IMG_1132.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMaAq4v1CI/AAAAAAAACNQ/jLUB5Lw3jHw/s1600/IMG_1135.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMaAq4v1CI/AAAAAAAACNQ/jLUB5Lw3jHw/s640/IMG_1135.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Castle hotel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMaBXr-42I/AAAAAAAACNU/P0JUfpNHbjc/s1600/IMG_1136.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMaBXr-42I/AAAAAAAACNU/P0JUfpNHbjc/s640/IMG_1136.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Where all the expensive goods at.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMaBwo36qI/AAAAAAAACNY/MVs9EwBpkms/s1600/IMG_1137.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMaBwo36qI/AAAAAAAACNY/MVs9EwBpkms/s640/IMG_1137.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMaCJ27M1I/AAAAAAAACNc/Yo9YPZJ63IQ/s1600/IMG_1138.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMaCJ27M1I/AAAAAAAACNc/Yo9YPZJ63IQ/s640/IMG_1138.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMaCj4DcGI/AAAAAAAACNg/9kyHeTo7wBE/s1600/IMG_1139.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMaCj4DcGI/AAAAAAAACNg/9kyHeTo7wBE/s640/IMG_1139.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This dog is mad awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMaDHcjBTI/AAAAAAAACNk/eU_EyrDbCno/s1600/IMG_1140.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMaDHcjBTI/AAAAAAAACNk/eU_EyrDbCno/s640/IMG_1140.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ice sculpture that never melts. Lols. The weather is colder than the friggin ice lah wei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMaDQa2o0I/AAAAAAAACNo/BeC9Jusdogw/s1600/IMG_1141.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMaDQa2o0I/AAAAAAAACNo/BeC9Jusdogw/s640/IMG_1141.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Met Nilufar coincidentally! So happy to see someone I know at this area! She is doing he intern in St. Moritz btw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMaD9iKkII/AAAAAAAACNs/9n3gWrpcLMs/s1600/IMG_1142.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMaD9iKkII/AAAAAAAACNs/9n3gWrpcLMs/s640/IMG_1142.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;D&amp;amp;G&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMaEqxlGaI/AAAAAAAACNw/8zkfNTSUn9g/s1600/IMG_1143.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMaEqxlGaI/AAAAAAAACNw/8zkfNTSUn9g/s640/IMG_1143.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My lunch/dinner. Cordon Bleu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMaFLDyD5I/AAAAAAAACN0/hflXJRsOTo4/s1600/IMG_1144.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMaFLDyD5I/AAAAAAAACN0/hflXJRsOTo4/s640/IMG_1144.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Damn regret ordering this lor. Not nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMaF3Yw_CI/AAAAAAAACN4/bCG4g3jqS28/s1600/IMG_1145.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMaF3Yw_CI/AAAAAAAACN4/bCG4g3jqS28/s640/IMG_1145.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Banana split!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMa7h-LG0I/AAAAAAAACN8/W4BGwW_GRYg/s1600/IMG_1148.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMa7h-LG0I/AAAAAAAACN8/W4BGwW_GRYg/s640/IMG_1148.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Alpina with yang again. This time only took picture of the dessert because I wasn't in a good mood after yang kinda shut me up. Then I no mood take pics already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMa7x0bWyI/AAAAAAAACOA/MxoSvYm-xnE/s1600/IMG_1149.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMa7x0bWyI/AAAAAAAACOA/MxoSvYm-xnE/s640/IMG_1149.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Went to Davos after lunch to find for Longchamp. Wasted trip but I got some goodies. Pictures at the end of the post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMa8b9nGCI/AAAAAAAACOE/6OAtmjPXHQQ/s1600/IMG_1150.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMa8b9nGCI/AAAAAAAACOE/6OAtmjPXHQQ/s640/IMG_1150.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This was just yesterday. Brought yang to this pizzaria which is quite famous but he never had the chance to. I tried the food there myself once, it was quite good and so I dragged him to give him a treat. My uber expensive piccata but I was yearning for it so much like a pregnant woman having her cravings. No, I am not pregnant. I just eat a lot. Gosh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMa83yJuzI/AAAAAAAACOI/DPU7iD3zifw/s1600/IMG_1151.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMa83yJuzI/AAAAAAAACOI/DPU7iD3zifw/s640/IMG_1151.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After lunch I went to Chur, alone. That very moment I miss my darling so much. I want to go shopping with you Cai Ling! I hate hate hate shopping alone, being alone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMa9O3dW4I/AAAAAAAACOM/qZoZeD0Teg4/s1600/IMG_1153.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMa9O3dW4I/AAAAAAAACOM/qZoZeD0Teg4/s640/IMG_1153.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Goodies from Claire. They're all in a goodie bag that costs about RM20. But you never know what is inside. Every goody bag is also different. I must say I am kind of surprised! Because the things were originally quite expensive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMa9nAhyNI/AAAAAAAACOQ/PPE66QB1WYk/s1600/IMG_1154.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMa9nAhyNI/AAAAAAAACOQ/PPE66QB1WYk/s640/IMG_1154.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kinda like these bows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMa-ShMvwI/AAAAAAAACOU/TSsDtiyXbro/s1600/IMG_1155.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMa-ShMvwI/AAAAAAAACOU/TSsDtiyXbro/s640/IMG_1155.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Giving it to my sis since this is her initial. Lame. I was like =.= when I got this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMa-q1T9EI/AAAAAAAACOY/QLkFTUhh8LM/s1600/IMG_1156.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMa-q1T9EI/AAAAAAAACOY/QLkFTUhh8LM/s640/IMG_1156.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Almost bought the hairband for RM30 ori price, thank goodness I did not. Its less than 1 buck now since I got it from the goody bag! Super love these offers. Oh yeah, this goody bag is only for kids under 18 and 15. I cheated the lady with my looks. Wahahahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMa_DvuqaI/AAAAAAAACOc/U8FDIlKzErU/s1600/IMG_1157.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMa_DvuqaI/AAAAAAAACOc/U8FDIlKzErU/s320/IMG_1157.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Meet my new friend. Baby Bear. The one beside it is me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMa_uXmxFI/AAAAAAAACOg/8oIiFTdmB7k/s1600/IMG_1160.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMa_uXmxFI/AAAAAAAACOg/8oIiFTdmB7k/s640/IMG_1160.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Super love my Adidas from Chur! I crave this more than Crumpler actually. I don't know why. I always wanted a Adidas like this. Last time I had so $$$ I bought a bag like this from Les Coq Sportif for 20 Sing Dollar. When I was 14, these kinda bags were kinda in fashion lah. So quite easy to find then. Pretty, but kinda heavy by its own and the shape kinda changes after being used a while. Oh wells. But one thing about this Adidas is, there is no shoulder pad! Gah, I like those shoulder pads thingy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMbAbDiluI/AAAAAAAACOk/IXKMtCYo-SI/s1600/IMG_1161.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMbAbDiluI/AAAAAAAACOk/IXKMtCYo-SI/s640/IMG_1161.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It has both sides! I wanted to buy the whole green one, but this one both sides also can use ler, so I bought this one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMbBXtMMUI/AAAAAAAACOo/R9rhoIZHqB0/s1600/IMG_1162.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMbBXtMMUI/AAAAAAAACOo/R9rhoIZHqB0/s640/IMG_1162.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Some random glitter spray from the goody bag. Doubt I would ever use it in daily life lah. Lols.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMbB8WND7I/AAAAAAAACOs/VnfVZdW_Gsg/s1600/IMG_1163.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMbB8WND7I/AAAAAAAACOs/VnfVZdW_Gsg/s640/IMG_1163.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Finally bought something good for my Mac, poor you, being scratch and hit around all these while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMbCcUor3I/AAAAAAAACOw/mywJbRw2UsE/s1600/IMG_1164.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMbCcUor3I/AAAAAAAACOw/mywJbRw2UsE/s640/IMG_1164.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMbC6yxmMI/AAAAAAAACO0/JU_7Aazsj-A/s1600/IMG_1165.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMbC6yxmMI/AAAAAAAACO0/JU_7Aazsj-A/s640/IMG_1165.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Pong pong fen! Saw those people in nv ren wo zui da using powder like this to make their hair more volumized, and its really a big difference! But I cannot find it anywhere and they say Taiwan only easier to find. But I found it in Switzerland! Awesome babeh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMbDIA8ahI/AAAAAAAACO4/ehRSJKTJIMg/s1600/IMG_1166.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMbDIA8ahI/AAAAAAAACO4/ehRSJKTJIMg/s640/IMG_1166.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and something to pamper my hair. My hair is UTTERLY destroyed because of winter. Worse than a broom. I miss my old hair's quality :[[&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Oh and some tops from H&amp;amp;M. No pics because I left them at yang's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So my adventure/shopping adventure ends here for now because I have no more off days for this month! FML. Bye!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813156108029225552-5539999409528335202?l=everules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/feeds/5539999409528335202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2011/02/hamsters-adventure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/5539999409528335202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/5539999409528335202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2011/02/hamsters-adventure.html' title='The Hamster&apos;s Adventure'/><author><name>Everlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13807447240028648862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TVMZt6ZVlAI/AAAAAAAACLc/_NA9aDV-RNc/s72-c/IMG_1077.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813156108029225552.post-7682891089279018413</id><published>2011-02-03T23:21:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T23:29:16.802+01:00</updated><title type='text'>大地回春</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TUsqPh7XnII/AAAAAAAACLY/DYn0IDVbNs4/s1600/5376432031_534f4d6174.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="464" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TUsqPh7XnII/AAAAAAAACLY/DYn0IDVbNs4/s640/5376432031_534f4d6174.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cool or not the rabbits. HAHAHA&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Happy Chinese New Year people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;How did you guys celebrated your "chu-yi"?&lt;br /&gt;I celebrated mine by not having to work. It is like a blessing already although I am not celebrating it this year lah.&lt;br /&gt;Actually it made no difference also as NOONE is celebrating it here anyways -.-'''&lt;br /&gt;I actually miss the feeling of "chu-yi". I am always the most excited on in the family even until when I was already 17. I was more excited than my sis. Few weeks before CNY I keep having fashion shows in my living room with my new clothes. And then and then bug mom to deco the house when she doesn't have the mood yet. Keep showing off my new sheets and tie red ribbons on my dogs and painted Sneefee's nails red and pink last year. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first day I will wake up the EARLIEST among my family and choose the best outfit among the new clothes(mostly red or pink or any auspicious colours). Then will blast CNY songs by Astro on the TV. Aihs, miss that atmosphere so much. CNY is one of celebrations I enjoy most of all times :]&lt;br /&gt;Mom sms-ed me, I felt like crying. Thank goodness I didn't call her, if not I sure burst into tears. She hardly sees me cry. She assumes I am a strong person, actually no. I cry as much as any cry babies but only thing I like to hide when I cry. So if she hears me crying, she gonna feel bad/kesian on me/heartache etc etc. Cannot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway went to St. Moritz, Top of The World yesterday to have a break for myself. Like wandering alone in the little expensive city, when I say expensive, its really expensive. Saw this jacket which is quite ok looking, but not really gorgeous bla bla bla but it costs RM 12,000. I was like, what kind of brand is this? Never see this in other country also. Meh. And they have LV, Hermes, Dolce&amp;amp;Gabana, lol I type banana just now =.=, Bogner, Rolex,&amp;nbsp;Cartier, bla bla bla but no Longchamp. WTF is this man, my purpose was to buy a Longchamp for my mummy because I just received my tips few days ago. Wapiang waste my time and money. Grrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today went to Davos Platz after having lunch with my idiot. Kinda wasted trip also and no Longchamp also! WTFFFFFFFFFF but got myself nice goodies from Claire's. Its like a goody bag with 10 items in it, but you don't know what's in it. And I got myself two bags, it costs about 7CHF each and trust me, I was really surprised with the stuffs in it. Some of it are stuffs I wanted to buy before, but I didn't because they were kinda ex before they were on sale in the goody bag. Wow. Happy girl. Pictures up next time because am blogging on sayang's lappy and I did not install my cam's program in his lappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Malaysia. This is prolly the 7th Million time I am saying this but I really wish to be a millionaire right now. I fly back this instant and come back the next day. Lols. Or better I teleport, faster leh :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have a problem. Sayang's boss is the 4th person who identified this bad habit of mine. Wah, sound so serious. Some people actually told me before my eye contact wanders when talking. Well, have asked a few of my friends, those really close ones because the close ones supposed to tell me the truth. They said no. Cailing said no. But to Ber, dotty, creamy my chicos I think am fine. Or am I like that also? To you twink, am I like that? But a few of my Swiss friends said it to me before. They say only when I am doing presentation or when talking to teacher my eyesight do not wander. Okay, so I googled it out. My conclusion is, I have inferiority complex. Oh no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look confident and outspoken to most people but I realised I am actually quite inferior. Of course, I don't bring people down to make myself confident, it does not work that way. I realised that I need assurance and praise quite a lot. Oh no. That is going to make the people around me real tired. 'Cause they gotta praise me all the time. Even with sayang I know I am like that. Because I always at every moment I feel like I am easily replaced and insignificant. To Terry kor I am not sure wor. Hmm. But anyway you guys no need to praise me lah, I will change! But hor, I think the reason why I am okay with Ling, is because she gives me confidence and I know she loves me. To my mom and the rest of my family as well. Conclusion is, to the people I can rely on/feel comfortable with/gives me assurance I am fine. This is a real bad habit. Gotta get outta your comfort zone Everlyn Heng! Ever had this kind of experience when talking to me? Tell me! I need to change! Gahhhhhh. This is something I really don't like. Eye contact is VERY important!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I know enough of words. I guess readers don't like to read wordy posts? Anyway I also got a handful of readers only lah, so bye!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813156108029225552-7682891089279018413?l=everules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/feeds/7682891089279018413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/7682891089279018413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/7682891089279018413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post.html' title='大地回春'/><author><name>Everlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13807447240028648862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TUsqPh7XnII/AAAAAAAACLY/DYn0IDVbNs4/s72-c/5376432031_534f4d6174.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813156108029225552.post-383787702911580020</id><published>2011-01-30T23:44:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T23:47:13.610+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Short update</title><content type='html'>Back to work after 1 week off. Ah well, not exactly one week off but have been working part time everyday at Klosters. There goes my off days. The work is 100% more hectic than my own job&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(its a damn famous restaurant and can meet many famous people :p)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, reach home around 1am everyday and sleep at 3am/4am and wake at noon of I have late duty or 8am if I have early duty. I get kinda frustrated by the long hours but to be honest, I would give up my current job to work there. I feel like I am home over there. Nice food, nice people, friends everywhere, nice customers and BIGGER supermarket. Food keke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prolly I did mention that I felt lucky to be here. I am. Like I have short working hours etc etc but the Portuguese never fail to piss me off everyday. I am alone here. I get homesick here. Boss got friggin PMS everytime one. When they're nice they're really nice. Buay tahan. Can I take back my words? Juniors! &lt;s&gt;Don't work in my hotel&lt;/s&gt; :pppppp Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more days to CNY. Another celebration without my family by my side. No new clothes, no new underwear, no goodies, no ba gua. I miss everything! And the worst part is my mom never update me about anything back home. Good or bad, she just wants me to concentrate. This makes me even harder to concentrate! 'Cause I'll be guessing/letting mai imaginations run wild. Yikes! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I wish everyone back there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Happy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; New &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Gong Xi Fa Cai!! 新年快乐.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(I don't know if its even correct or not lols!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Have a great rabbit &lt;s&gt;ear&lt;/s&gt;, lols year and collect many many angbows! Send some ba gua to me! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW there is a list of things I need to do before I go back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make snowman with &amp;nbsp;♥&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Deregister myself from Switzerland. Important! Cannot forget!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go Chur with&amp;nbsp;♥&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go Al Berto Pizza with&amp;nbsp;♥&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cancel Orange contract&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy stuffs for mama, adik, godma, ah gor, ah ma, auntie, Ber, Twine and Jie. Cannot buy so many stuffs for all my friends lah, sorry. No space. But will bring some chockies back for u guys though!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, why am I planning already when I still have 2 more months. Ok chill, don't get too excited here. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahhh been having lotsa wild thoughts and mood swings recently. I don't think I can ever let go :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But give me some time ok. :] I will be back to normal soon. Sometimes girls just need to be assured, to have a sense of security, to be reminded how important they are, to be aware of who we are to you, to be knocked some sense into. Sorry for being so emo-fied for the past few days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TUXnbZm6gfI/AAAAAAAACLQ/eGu-snA91Ig/s1600/Photo+on+2011-01-30+at+22.44.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TUXnbZm6gfI/AAAAAAAACLQ/eGu-snA91Ig/s320/Photo+on+2011-01-30+at+22.44.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A teddy bear&amp;nbsp;♥ bought for me for no reason. Thanks :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He named it Baby Bear. I named it Stupid Bear. Which one more awesome!? Stupid Bear right!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh man, I don't know what to say. You just wasted 3 minutes of your life reading this. Should just end here. BYE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813156108029225552-383787702911580020?l=everules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/feeds/383787702911580020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2011/01/short-update.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/383787702911580020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/383787702911580020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2011/01/short-update.html' title='Short update'/><author><name>Everlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13807447240028648862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TUXnbZm6gfI/AAAAAAAACLQ/eGu-snA91Ig/s72-c/Photo+on+2011-01-30+at+22.44.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813156108029225552.post-3695184920571471952</id><published>2011-01-26T00:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T00:36:50.662+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TT9dm1NeZ6I/AAAAAAAACLM/SjH2-XTdQd4/s1600/z213767467.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TT9dm1NeZ6I/AAAAAAAACLM/SjH2-XTdQd4/s320/z213767467.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes I do wish to get into an accident and lose all my memory and start all over again. Lets say I lost and forgotten every single thing of my past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813156108029225552-3695184920571471952?l=everules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/feeds/3695184920571471952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2011/01/sometimes-i-do-wish-to-get-into.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/3695184920571471952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/3695184920571471952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2011/01/sometimes-i-do-wish-to-get-into.html' title=''/><author><name>Everlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13807447240028648862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TT9dm1NeZ6I/AAAAAAAACLM/SjH2-XTdQd4/s72-c/z213767467.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813156108029225552.post-2361436439510847871</id><published>2011-01-19T17:18:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T21:03:09.194+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My birthday :]&lt;br /&gt;Many asked me did I have a great birthday? How was my birthday?&lt;br /&gt;Many wished me happy birthday and have a &lt;u&gt;blast&lt;/u&gt;. How to have a blast I?&lt;br /&gt;This year is my saddest birthday ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;1)&lt;/span&gt; I am working, no one even knows it is my birthday. No one even wished me. Ok lah, not that I despo I want attention or what, somewhat it just feels so empty not having my friends and family by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;2)&lt;/span&gt; Got nagged by lady boss early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;3)&lt;/span&gt; Was alone throughout my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;4)&lt;/span&gt; No cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;5)&lt;/span&gt; No family by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;6)&lt;/span&gt; No fried bee hoon (which I usually have every year)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;7)&lt;/span&gt; I eat shit for dinner (the Portuguese chef really cannot cook)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day before 16th, sayang brought me to a hotel to eat. But then I was not even eating at ease because sayang gotta rush to work(but he insisted to have a "birthday" meal with me) so I was practically rushing. Food was good, dessert was great(fail to take photos of dessert, everytime). Got a present from sayang. No complains, but on my birthday itself I have no idea why I felt kind of down and empty and emo. Nevertheless, I got lotsa wishes in FB and some Malaysian friends actually wasted their credit to sms me. I feel very very touched definitely, but the loneliness made me want to fly home that very instant. I even went to lady boss to volunteer to let her sack me (my minimum working period is over) but she said she needs me. Aiks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end my birthday, sayang called me and sang me a birthday song, actually about 4 of them. In different languages :] ultra cute. He wanted to rush to my place to accompany me till my birthday's over, but he was scared of the Portuguese people will complain me to my lady boss so he didn't come. You should've came sayang T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks to people who called me and said really nice things. You know who you are :]&lt;br /&gt;The silly video you, fatty made for me. You must be busy working and tired after that and no time to read this but I ♥ you. :&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my friends back in Malaysia who take the energy and credit to message me, I am very touched. You guys know who you are as well. You guys made my &lt;s&gt;day &lt;/s&gt;night(only saw the messages after I finish work)&amp;nbsp;but also you guys are evil. Because you guys made me even more homesick and I want to go home that very instant. I love you guys :]]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TTcNlwEC7aI/AAAAAAAACKw/tecInSsyTR0/s1600/Photo+on+2011-01-19+at+15.36+%25233.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TTcNlwEC7aI/AAAAAAAACKw/tecInSsyTR0/s320/Photo+on+2011-01-19+at+15.36+%25233.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TTcOZPxygBI/AAAAAAAACK4/Quxi1Y9_hsg/s1600/Photo+on+2011-01-19+at+17.15+%25235.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TTcOZPxygBI/AAAAAAAACK4/Quxi1Y9_hsg/s320/Photo+on+2011-01-19+at+17.15+%25235.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My birthday present from sayang! &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TTcNp87CDhI/AAAAAAAACK0/Sgq9EzR5PAk/s1600/Photo+on+2011-01-19+at+17.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TTcNp87CDhI/AAAAAAAACK0/Sgq9EzR5PAk/s320/Photo+on+2011-01-19+at+17.11.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;You see! 16:59p.m. Swiss time I called you. Aiks!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"&gt;And a BIG shoutout to my Twink, Happy Birthday! This year you are older than me because of the time difference! And it so silly I called the wrong number. Aiks! But I love you! I am happy that you had an awesome birthday with Jie Han. Next year I will have a great one too because I'll be celebrating it in Malaysia, hopefully! &amp;lt;3&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/8813156108029225552-2361436439510847871?l=everules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/feeds/2361436439510847871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-birthday-many-asked-me-did-i-have.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/2361436439510847871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/2361436439510847871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-birthday-many-asked-me-did-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Everlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13807447240028648862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TTcNlwEC7aI/AAAAAAAACKw/tecInSsyTR0/s72-c/Photo+on+2011-01-19+at+15.36+%25233.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813156108029225552.post-7620206091488837500</id><published>2011-01-12T18:00:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T18:00:19.323+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Waseh, finally get to blog again! I am so pissed at myself for being so careless (I highlighted the whole post instead of one picture) and pressed delete! Oh my tian. I hate myself even more for not knowing how to undo and I closed the friggin window, and then only found out Ctrl + z is undo delete. Ki siao man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway practically this post is about Cai Ling's off day! I know right, Cai Ling's off day guan wo pi shi, but its because she accompanied me for about 4 days :]] I am so very happy.&lt;br /&gt;On Monday night, she took a train and stayed for a night in my apartment. Had to assure my lady boss that Cai Ling is not a whale, will not consume so much water when she stays in my house. Heh. Kiamsiap employers.&lt;br /&gt;We chit chatted till almost 2 am, so over my sleeping time. I sleep damn early during work. Well, practically got nothing to do mah. Had lotsa fun catching up :]]&lt;br /&gt;I went to work the next day leaving her alone in my room to online. We went walking around Zuoz when I finished work and she fell in love with Zuoz, wtf??? Who in the right mind would? Gosh. Around 4 I went to work again and finished at 7! Weee! Because not many customers. Keke and we got ready and off we go to Kublis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjexXjsykI/AAAAAAAACEo/NoQl92uFfu8/s1600/IMG_0826.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjexXjsykI/AAAAAAAACEo/NoQl92uFfu8/s1600/IMG_0826.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Waiting for train to Kublis!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjeysU-RWI/AAAAAAAACEs/v_K1uw-VoeI/s1600/IMG_0829.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjeysU-RWI/AAAAAAAACEs/v_K1uw-VoeI/s1600/IMG_0829.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjezZzJsoI/AAAAAAAACEw/4UETpVB2RW0/s1600/IMG_0830.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjezZzJsoI/AAAAAAAACEw/4UETpVB2RW0/s1600/IMG_0830.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wai taim paz so sloooooowww&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSje0qz_f6I/AAAAAAAACE0/tREIyJ19RrE/s1600/IMG_0831.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSje0qz_f6I/AAAAAAAACE0/tREIyJ19RrE/s1600/IMG_0831.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cute doggie we spotted at the train station&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSje1gaYPqI/AAAAAAAACE4/KtaWp-S41PI/s1600/IMG_0832.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSje1gaYPqI/AAAAAAAACE4/KtaWp-S41PI/s1600/IMG_0832.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Awwwzzz..&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSje2aPIc0I/AAAAAAAACE8/hM5IuLstXiM/s1600/IMG_0833.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSje2aPIc0I/AAAAAAAACE8/hM5IuLstXiM/s1600/IMG_0833.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cai Ling's stuff. Woah. The paper bag is a pillow I stole from my apartment for Cai Ling :p&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSje3AkFCPI/AAAAAAAACFA/EO6-0_C8zvg/s1600/IMG_0834.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSje3AkFCPI/AAAAAAAACFA/EO6-0_C8zvg/s1600/IMG_0834.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSje3sMKMqI/AAAAAAAACFE/VnltG0Bkm2Q/s1600/IMG_0835.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSje3sMKMqI/AAAAAAAACFE/VnltG0Bkm2Q/s1600/IMG_0835.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSje4lbk2EI/AAAAAAAACFI/R1IKxeKvEgg/s1600/IMG_0841.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSje4lbk2EI/AAAAAAAACFI/R1IKxeKvEgg/s1600/IMG_0841.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;No keys to enter sayang's apartment, stopped at a cafe for hot choco to wait for him.&lt;br /&gt;FYI, he only came home about 2 hours later. Walao eh...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSje5boCSEI/AAAAAAAACFM/1ldZWrrT0qk/s1600/IMG_0847.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSje5boCSEI/AAAAAAAACFM/1ldZWrrT0qk/s1600/IMG_0847.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Talking on the phone, no one layan me. So I camwhored ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Went home the next morning for work, but stayed in Kublis later that night again dued to the stress in work I had. &amp;nbsp;Wanna find someone to rant to!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSje6cGEhdI/AAAAAAAACFQ/IiFqTBhrrio/s1600/IMG_0851.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSje6cGEhdI/AAAAAAAACFQ/IiFqTBhrrio/s1600/IMG_0851.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Went I reached the apartment, Ling asked me if I wanted yogurt, I said anything lo, she stood up and she opened the window. Lol, was so expecting that man. Because I do that too lols.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSje7dB4jPI/AAAAAAAACFU/-xN190lWuPQ/s1600/IMG_0853.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSje7dB4jPI/AAAAAAAACFU/-xN190lWuPQ/s1600/IMG_0853.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSje8cFxnSI/AAAAAAAACFY/tO8X8Ztzw_k/s1600/IMG_0856.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSje8cFxnSI/AAAAAAAACFY/tO8X8Ztzw_k/s1600/IMG_0856.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Super spicy Pringles. I think both of us are equally addicted to it.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSje9HWUxmI/AAAAAAAACFc/5CsRClZ4EC4/s1600/IMG_0857.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSje9HWUxmI/AAAAAAAACFc/5CsRClZ4EC4/s1600/IMG_0857.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSje-TAfr9I/AAAAAAAACFg/e7b4MTe5hZg/s1600/IMG_0859.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSje-TAfr9I/AAAAAAAACFg/e7b4MTe5hZg/s1600/IMG_0859.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Errrr?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjfCQRlwHI/AAAAAAAACFk/YQBnz-MgPeA/s1600/IMG_0873.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjfCQRlwHI/AAAAAAAACFk/YQBnz-MgPeA/s1600/IMG_0873.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjfDUgKGYI/AAAAAAAACFo/j7DiS3Q3WFc/s1600/IMG_0875.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjfDUgKGYI/AAAAAAAACFo/j7DiS3Q3WFc/s1600/IMG_0875.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjfMRZXoBI/AAAAAAAACFs/TXD7jtWlRsI/s1600/IMG_0877.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjfMRZXoBI/AAAAAAAACFs/TXD7jtWlRsI/s1600/IMG_0877.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjfNfQPjQI/AAAAAAAACFw/Q6Yljoe4nqM/s1600/IMG_0885.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjfNfQPjQI/AAAAAAAACFw/Q6Yljoe4nqM/s1600/IMG_0885.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjfRBaTwKI/AAAAAAAACF0/TTXJZxdTDAQ/s1600/IMG_0886.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjfRBaTwKI/AAAAAAAACF0/TTXJZxdTDAQ/s1600/IMG_0886.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjfSPHYb7I/AAAAAAAACF4/hfwK25hz6lw/s1600/IMG_0887.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjfSPHYb7I/AAAAAAAACF4/hfwK25hz6lw/s1600/IMG_0887.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjfTdFp-AI/AAAAAAAACF8/gc0SJN1L6XA/s1600/IMG_0888.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjfTdFp-AI/AAAAAAAACF8/gc0SJN1L6XA/s1600/IMG_0888.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjfUrR2hdI/AAAAAAAACGA/fheAFkjMdIw/s1600/IMG_0893.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjfUrR2hdI/AAAAAAAACGA/fheAFkjMdIw/s1600/IMG_0893.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trying to look lala... Success! hahahaha&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjfVutHNpI/AAAAAAAACGE/JO2VhdM-XLo/s1600/IMG_0894.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjfVutHNpI/AAAAAAAACGE/JO2VhdM-XLo/s1600/IMG_0894.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjfWxBPSuI/AAAAAAAACGI/zec5KE8I1JE/s1600/IMG_0895.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjfWxBPSuI/AAAAAAAACGI/zec5KE8I1JE/s1600/IMG_0895.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjfaIK1AsI/AAAAAAAACGM/zuNSu3EUSpg/s1600/IMG_0899.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjfaIK1AsI/AAAAAAAACGM/zuNSu3EUSpg/s1600/IMG_0899.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cai Ling: Eh eh can see my pimples leh!&lt;br /&gt;Evy: Ok wait *Edit settings*&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjfbtf3hVI/AAAAAAAACGQ/Xq8oSWEeXMo/s1600/IMG_0900.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjfbtf3hVI/AAAAAAAACGQ/Xq8oSWEeXMo/s1600/IMG_0900.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pimples free!&lt;br /&gt;Cai Ling: =________________= &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I went back to work again the next morning with an excited mood. Because after that is my 2 lovely off days!&lt;br /&gt;Pretty expensive travelling to and fro almost everyday. But I really dislike staying in my apartment. FYI, now they're having a week's off, they stay 24/7 in my house, my house stinks like shit right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Kublis again right after work to get all excited with Cai Ling about Chur! Hiak hiak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjfdV5xJMI/AAAAAAAACGU/QtwsmLFPUg4/s1600/IMG_0910.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjfdV5xJMI/AAAAAAAACGU/QtwsmLFPUg4/s1600/IMG_0910.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;All set for a great day! &amp;nbsp;*Can see sayang sleeping hahaz*&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjfehCT6ZI/AAAAAAAACGY/Y2FFLz7jQ1w/s1600/IMG_0911.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was kind of a long ride to Chur. Aiks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjqNhrRsfI/AAAAAAAACJw/bajaIU4cUzE/s1600/DSC03773.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjqNhrRsfI/AAAAAAAACJw/bajaIU4cUzE/s640/DSC03773.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wind was strong but it was like summer in Chur.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjqbo_atgI/AAAAAAAACJ0/5hcYHwIjk1c/s1600/DSC03774.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjqbo_atgI/AAAAAAAACJ0/5hcYHwIjk1c/s640/DSC03774.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Around the train station&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjgP56gsVI/AAAAAAAACIQ/r6GYC4Fh8Fs/s1600/IMG_0946.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjgP56gsVI/AAAAAAAACIQ/r6GYC4Fh8Fs/s640/IMG_0946.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;New Town of Chur. Shopping!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjgRStgsBI/AAAAAAAACIU/GmAApJcl9hc/s1600/IMG_0948.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjgRStgsBI/AAAAAAAACIU/GmAApJcl9hc/s1600/IMG_0948.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjqvSYyUAI/AAAAAAAACJ4/VNnoQmcMd8Q/s1600/DSC03775.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjqvSYyUAI/AAAAAAAACJ4/VNnoQmcMd8Q/s640/DSC03775.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;H&amp;amp;M haha. The moment we saw the size of H&amp;amp;M there, both of us were like, we are soooo dead man.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;10CHF, 15CHF, convert to RM the price normal only lah, not cheap. For us, in Switzerland its like cheap!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjrJiE-OqI/AAAAAAAACKA/aLrnoZW0NqI/s1600/DSC03777.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjrJiE-OqI/AAAAAAAACKA/aLrnoZW0NqI/s640/DSC03777.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjrZ-u1ytI/AAAAAAAACKE/34dLCpbeVQA/s1600/DSC03778.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjrZ-u1ytI/AAAAAAAACKE/34dLCpbeVQA/s640/DSC03778.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjrmbPwasI/AAAAAAAACKI/q5X8ORz-pCU/s1600/DSC03779.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjrmbPwasI/AAAAAAAACKI/q5X8ORz-pCU/s640/DSC03779.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjrtR_MyTI/AAAAAAAACKM/umovByi_R7g/s1600/DSC03780.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjrtR_MyTI/AAAAAAAACKM/umovByi_R7g/s640/DSC03780.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjgScWFrWI/AAAAAAAACIY/DtCrwRxuXcE/s1600/IMG_0953.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjgScWFrWI/AAAAAAAACIY/DtCrwRxuXcE/s640/IMG_0953.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjgVOjq0rI/AAAAAAAACIc/xmrjjlEPcGw/s1600/IMG_0954.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjgVOjq0rI/AAAAAAAACIc/xmrjjlEPcGw/s640/IMG_0954.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjgWK21yKI/AAAAAAAACIg/doV16dNX3oM/s1600/IMG_0958.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjgWK21yKI/AAAAAAAACIg/doV16dNX3oM/s1600/IMG_0958.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjgY-ybXaI/AAAAAAAACIk/ugy0dM0PFt4/s1600/IMG_0962.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjgY-ybXaI/AAAAAAAACIk/ugy0dM0PFt4/s1600/IMG_0962.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was on timer hahaha. We had about 4 pics in timer and passerby-s were looking at us weirdly. Keke&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjlXEnJs9I/AAAAAAAACIo/ApQBFlJBiUk/s1600/IMG_0967.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjlXEnJs9I/AAAAAAAACIo/ApQBFlJBiUk/s1600/IMG_0967.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Timer pic phail&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjleg6UurI/AAAAAAAACIs/xS_Zg-zaOdg/s1600/IMG_0969.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjleg6UurI/AAAAAAAACIs/xS_Zg-zaOdg/s1600/IMG_0969.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;At McD. Was searching for this Asian restaurant but no avail. And then we got directions to this Thai restaurant but the price is like 100 ringgit for one plate of fried rice. No thanks. Ended up in McD.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjltTSXcLI/AAAAAAAACIw/XVqT8Mr7PVA/s1600/IMG_0972.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjltTSXcLI/AAAAAAAACIw/XVqT8Mr7PVA/s1600/IMG_0972.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjlzrQGaxI/AAAAAAAACI0/QUKXP2GoBtc/s1600/IMG_0973.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjlzrQGaxI/AAAAAAAACI0/QUKXP2GoBtc/s1600/IMG_0973.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;2nd time of me taking pictures of rubbish bins/dumps. This is like those dumps where people throw their rubbish bags etc. I find it special mah, so take picture loh, mana tau kena laugh like the previous time in Lugano ._.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjl2s5PRcI/AAAAAAAACI4/Ue3FZBhzSP8/s1600/IMG_0974.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjl2s5PRcI/AAAAAAAACI4/Ue3FZBhzSP8/s640/IMG_0974.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Waiting for exchange train from Landquart to Klosters. Lovin' the new train! &amp;lt;3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjl5mfPomI/AAAAAAAACI8/aJskL3ZEVaM/s1600/IMG_0975.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjl5mfPomI/AAAAAAAACI8/aJskL3ZEVaM/s640/IMG_0975.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjl8E7ekMI/AAAAAAAACJA/ZUKDDci04i0/s1600/IMG_0976.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjl8E7ekMI/AAAAAAAACJA/ZUKDDci04i0/s640/IMG_0976.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjmEzEJN6I/AAAAAAAACJE/JnCXnrhLpH8/s1600/IMG_0977.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjmEzEJN6I/AAAAAAAACJE/JnCXnrhLpH8/s640/IMG_0977.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me duwan go home :[[ lols&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjmQJOAHNI/AAAAAAAACJM/Nx6RRn1oQWY/s1600/IMG_0996.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjmQJOAHNI/AAAAAAAACJM/Nx6RRn1oQWY/s640/IMG_0996.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We ended up in Klosters(two stops after Kublis) because Cai Ling wanted to explore and play snow. Sua ku, like never see snow before like that haha. And then we took the last train to go back to Kublis to rest :]]&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjmSG-hIZI/AAAAAAAACJQ/YjwQybaboIc/s1600/IMG_0998.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjmSG-hIZI/AAAAAAAACJQ/YjwQybaboIc/s640/IMG_0998.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TTcYh9k5VPI/AAAAAAAACK8/rNtsxvchGWE/s1600/IMG_1000.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TTcYh9k5VPI/AAAAAAAACK8/rNtsxvchGWE/s640/IMG_1000.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Wanted to build a snowman but it ended up looking like a boob -.-&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjr2aTIRwI/AAAAAAAACKQ/zGJrHDkTvzo/s1600/DSC03826.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjr2aTIRwI/AAAAAAAACKQ/zGJrHDkTvzo/s640/DSC03826.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Waiting for the last train back to Kublis!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjmbj7uJsI/AAAAAAAACJc/vxZ4l48C0lI/s1600/IMG_1019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjmbj7uJsI/AAAAAAAACJc/vxZ4l48C0lI/s640/IMG_1019.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Had hot choco again, my dear Ling had cravings because she is pregnant with my child. Ooops!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjr9r7d7HI/AAAAAAAACKU/LivmE-_0er8/s1600/DSC03832.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjr9r7d7HI/AAAAAAAACKU/LivmE-_0er8/s640/DSC03832.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;If only I have the original picture of this. This was actually a snowman, it was cute! and then it melted, the eyes and mouth dropped out and it looked like some weird alien now. Will try to get the original looks of it from Cai Ling soon. HAHA&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjsFTbYdvI/AAAAAAAACKY/pN-fOhyL3c0/s1600/DSC03833.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjsFTbYdvI/AAAAAAAACKY/pN-fOhyL3c0/s640/DSC03833.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This really made me laugh my ass off. HAHA&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjsMpE13JI/AAAAAAAACKc/RMvBmfa5PuE/s1600/DSC03834.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjsMpE13JI/AAAAAAAACKc/RMvBmfa5PuE/s640/DSC03834.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjsU6GqioI/AAAAAAAACKg/UEQufg4ouJo/s1600/DSC03835.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjsU6GqioI/AAAAAAAACKg/UEQufg4ouJo/s640/DSC03835.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our buys: Floral bag, bras, denim shirt, eyeliner, facial wash. Kinda regretted the bag but now I like it liao :p lols&lt;br /&gt;The snakeskin cardigen is Ling's. Its sexay. We are cheapskate, our things all 10CHF one. LOLS&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjsd1wd2mI/AAAAAAAACKk/bEHZBwVzFfI/s1600/DSC03836.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjsd1wd2mI/AAAAAAAACKk/bEHZBwVzFfI/s640/DSC03836.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjmeyEF3MI/AAAAAAAACJg/e2NZm5vY_no/s1600/IMG_1023.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjmeyEF3MI/AAAAAAAACJg/e2NZm5vY_no/s640/IMG_1023.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We spotted a Kembara the next morning while on our way to the supermarket. Malaysia Boleh! &amp;lt;3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjmiV_Za0I/AAAAAAAACJk/h_vJv0SrGnk/s1600/IMG_1024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjmiV_Za0I/AAAAAAAACJk/h_vJv0SrGnk/s640/IMG_1024.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Be ecological, don't use refrigerators! Use natural resources :p&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjmkyMw3AI/AAAAAAAACJo/ZA1boSY90Oo/s1600/IMG_1025.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjmkyMw3AI/AAAAAAAACJo/ZA1boSY90Oo/s640/IMG_1025.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yogurt sayang bought for me. I was like "Why you give me?" "I buy for you one lah" I melted and ate it up HAHAZ&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjmotctIkI/AAAAAAAACJs/Y1pIfcQCILQ/s1600/IMG_1034.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjmotctIkI/AAAAAAAACJs/Y1pIfcQCILQ/s640/IMG_1034.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was time for me to go home. Had to work the next day. Cai Ling then gave me a set of bangles before I leave! And wished me Happy Birthday. Was so touched seh! I was looking at the bangles and I went, eh.. pretty hor. and she bought it! Awww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;Thank you slut!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;I enjoyed sayang and sa's company so much. Never laughed like that for so long, when will I laugh like that again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813156108029225552-7620206091488837500?l=everules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/feeds/7620206091488837500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2011/01/waseh-finally-get-to-blog-again-i-am-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/7620206091488837500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/7620206091488837500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2011/01/waseh-finally-get-to-blog-again-i-am-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Everlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13807447240028648862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSjexXjsykI/AAAAAAAACEo/NoQl92uFfu8/s72-c/IMG_0826.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813156108029225552.post-4590020875396458718</id><published>2011-01-03T00:13:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T00:15:50.247+01:00</updated><title type='text'>January</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSEGY95DFxI/AAAAAAAACAw/a8Kpdewz4AU/s1600/tumblr_lb1gdmsiNy1qzsw67o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="422" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSEGY95DFxI/AAAAAAAACAw/a8Kpdewz4AU/s640/tumblr_lb1gdmsiNy1qzsw67o1_500.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna start my post with a Happy New Year Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;I know, 10 more mins its the 3rd day of January already. My sister is already a 4th former. She starts school now (Malaysia time 7 am already).&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been able to rest properly for the past week because of Christmas and New Year.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas was supposed to be a joyous season for me, but it was NIGHTMARE for me this year. Not only I need to work till wee hours, I get scolded and wronged for all the no-reasons. I have no idea why I have to bear with all of these nonsense, cover for my colleagues' faults etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everlyn, 4 more days its over, -for a day and a half. Finally have my off day after 2 weeks! I am going to treasure this off day well :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;BTW, am I too detail-y and too noisy in my posts? Let me know! Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;Today I am feeling extremely tired. I don't know why. I guess I am mentally tired.&lt;br /&gt;Got "fucked" twice a week. Not nice. First I got scolded "Fuck Chinese" in the face for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;And today my colleague did some mistakes but she went home already. Boss thought it was my mistake, he told me I work like a fuck. Is it me or are they too rude? Or am I too sensitive?&lt;br /&gt;I don't care people wanna type the eff word all over FB and blogs. Its just a way of expressing, but scolding someone in the face its just...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised most of the internship bosses are like that. Just because we are Asian. TMD.&lt;br /&gt;Where is Beijing Olympic held man?! In Europe kah?&lt;br /&gt;Thats why I envy sayang a lot, his boss is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah anyway I started my new year happily, with a lot of tips and prossecco which made me drunk by just drinking 1dl and then fireworks and a call with sayang and my mama.&lt;br /&gt;I am turning 19 together with a sampat woman in 14 days. Time flies! Next year would be my sister's turn to take SPM already. Gosh!!!! and she is off for college!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for my one week break! But I don't know where to go. My friends are all off for internship already. They are everywhere in Switzerland. Lols. I miss my roomie. My housemate sucks! Except for the other Swiss lady. She and I cannot wait to kick that ass housemate out lols.&lt;br /&gt;Need to make a list for shopping soon, buy something for my mummy daddy and sister. Don't think I will buy like those souveniers for my friends because they're meaningless(the things are meaningless, NOT my friends arh!) and I have to buy a lot! Sorry, need the money for my fees and stuff next year! Planning to get my mom a Longchamp which I spotted long ago and an iPod for my sis. Depends how well she treats me :ppp Wanna buy something real nice for my family with my salary :DDD It feels nice.&lt;br /&gt;And dad.... a dog? Lols. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh I grew fatter, like seriously. I looked at my pictures before I came here, my face was sharper. Oh no, how to slim down. Dai.&lt;br /&gt;3 more months and hello Malaysia. OMG OMG can't wait! HEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813156108029225552-4590020875396458718?l=everules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/feeds/4590020875396458718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2011/01/january.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/4590020875396458718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/4590020875396458718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2011/01/january.html' title='January'/><author><name>Everlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13807447240028648862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TSEGY95DFxI/AAAAAAAACAw/a8Kpdewz4AU/s72-c/tumblr_lb1gdmsiNy1qzsw67o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813156108029225552.post-7512728640939906787</id><published>2010-12-27T12:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T12:36:44.117+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TRh5yG9oitI/AAAAAAAACAk/JuhZnTloH3g/s1600/tumblr_lbypmzxWBs1qax024o1_400.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="396" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TRh5yG9oitI/AAAAAAAACAk/JuhZnTloH3g/s640/tumblr_lbypmzxWBs1qax024o1_400.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was planning for a fruitful halfday off today. Was in a good mood because I dyed my hair and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Then wanna hiao hiao camwhore with my new hair and then blog about it.&lt;br /&gt;But it was sorta ruined. First, went to supermarket yesterday and found out they gave me back wrong change, friggin RM30 you know!!!! Fly fly away liao T.T Hope they will give me back later when I go find them :[[[[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd thing was I found out my lady boss did not give me tips!&lt;br /&gt;My Swiss colleague was like telling me, that crazy bitch from Spain gets a lot of tips one at the end of the month. Ladyboss biased lah you know, she holiday friggin one month also got tips, I never holiday no tips. WTF is this right.&lt;br /&gt;Then I asked her, so how much you got last month? Oh same as you, the German/French group gave us each 100CHF right and lady boss gave me 130CHF.&lt;br /&gt;I swored. WTFFFFFFFFF. &amp;amp;then she asked, "You?"&lt;br /&gt;I said "None"&lt;br /&gt;She went "WTFFFFFFFFFFFF.. I hate unfair things like this!"&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to call back to school to ask about the bowls my lady boss wanted. Now I found out she is so unfair to me, what for wanna help her? Go eat raw eggs la. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel bad doing/breaking things anymore. 'cause she friggin swallowed money, which is supposed to me mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Rambling ends. January faster come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813156108029225552-7512728640939906787?l=everules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/feeds/7512728640939906787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2010/12/was-planning-for-fruitful-halfday-off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/7512728640939906787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/7512728640939906787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2010/12/was-planning-for-fruitful-halfday-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Everlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13807447240028648862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TRh5yG9oitI/AAAAAAAACAk/JuhZnTloH3g/s72-c/tumblr_lbypmzxWBs1qax024o1_400.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813156108029225552.post-3536461489894137923</id><published>2010-12-25T23:37:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T23:45:49.255+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy to the world :]]</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas! Had a great Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;I didn't celebrate it this year so I tak tau lor :D&lt;br /&gt;But anyway this year Christmas was super complete except not having any company :[&lt;br /&gt;I had snow, and SNOWFLAKES! Damn zun loh! Xmas see snowflakes. Until now I cannot stop grinning at my snowflake picture. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I got a 'niceee' scolding this morning. Yes, on Christmas morning. Thanks, I needed that man.&lt;br /&gt;Blah. But after a while everything is ok le.&lt;br /&gt;"And why is my housemate from Portugal yelling?"&lt;br /&gt;Back to the post.. Uhh... I super dislike this dishwasher dude from Portugal. Super no manners to me. Super da nan ren. Go die. Thank goodness he doesn't live in my apartment. If not I go fart at his door everyday. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got many wishes today from Malaysia. Happy :]]]&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I think sayang got me a Christmas present ler :p But he said its something small, but well still happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yar, my snowflake story right.. I was walking home from work, snowing very lightly only. Almost doesn't feel like its snowing at all. When I reached home, I saw two snowflakes on my scarf I immediately run into my room and take camera lah! But the moment I stepped indoors they melted. So I &amp;nbsp;immediately ran out and put my scarf laying around to trap snowflakes. I got them! WEEE! But I am not familiar with my camera yet so I only got like 2 nicer pictures. Sad :[[[&lt;br /&gt;Then I ran back into my room to bring out my black gloves so that the snowflakes will look more obvious, then it stopped! So its proven, its not easy to see snowflakes! Which is why I am mad happy! I thought I will never get to see snowflake in my life after I leave Swiss. HEE&lt;br /&gt;Now its snowing like mad heavy now, not even one sign of snowflake. Hah. I am so lucky! 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TRZqV2sowuI/AAAAAAAAB_I/z2Cp2Jo2K3A/s1600/IMG_0778.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TRZqV2sowuI/AAAAAAAAB_I/z2Cp2Jo2K3A/s640/IMG_0778.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TRZqbgdrj-I/AAAAAAAAB_M/fr2eI_IS7_0/s1600/IMG_0779.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TRZqbgdrj-I/AAAAAAAAB_M/fr2eI_IS7_0/s640/IMG_0779.jpg" width="544" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;So mannnyyyy... But they are real tiny!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TRZqjpKDIGI/AAAAAAAAB_U/kNlwaK7-v8I/s1600/IMG_0781.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TRZqjpKDIGI/AAAAAAAAB_U/kNlwaK7-v8I/s640/IMG_0781.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Go see my Facebook for the zoomed in one. EFFING PRETTY AND MAGICAL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Snowflakes should be one of the natural wonders man, how did such beautiful thing been created NATURALLY, just with water, air and blah! I am crazy lols. Ignore my siao zha bor-ness. :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight restaurant was kinda packed, Christmas dinner is on babeh!&lt;br /&gt;Had a super nice dinner because I had this chocolate dessert. Its something like those volcanic chocolate cake, with warm chocolate inside. But the one I had was more of a kind of fudge or cream more than a liquidy chocolate, hence its not 'jelak' at all! And its dark chocolate, hence you won't get sick of it even if you ate more than 2 of it :]&lt;br /&gt;Happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TRZqq-U_r6I/AAAAAAAAB_c/zQfbrN87_VU/s1600/IMG_0790.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TRZqq-U_r6I/AAAAAAAAB_c/zQfbrN87_VU/s640/IMG_0790.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TRZquZD_i7I/AAAAAAAAB_g/BgPth-Z8Pas/s1600/IMG_0791.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TRZquZD_i7I/AAAAAAAAB_g/BgPth-Z8Pas/s640/IMG_0791.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I did the X'mas set-ups!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TRZqx7mor5I/AAAAAAAAB_k/AorYxR3t2dY/s1600/IMG_0792.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TRZqx7mor5I/AAAAAAAAB_k/AorYxR3t2dY/s640/IMG_0792.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quater of my restaurant.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TRZq1c1Y4bI/AAAAAAAAB_o/wH29UG_Ek5Y/s1600/IMG_0793.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TRZq1c1Y4bI/AAAAAAAAB_o/wH29UG_Ek5Y/s640/IMG_0793.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hee I am so proud of myself! Its so pretty :p&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TRZq4YTVruI/AAAAAAAAB_s/SgLoKoXz2q4/s1600/IMG_0794.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TRZq4YTVruI/AAAAAAAAB_s/SgLoKoXz2q4/s640/IMG_0794.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TRZq7dqhSoI/AAAAAAAAB_w/-fAPUX9Lws8/s1600/IMG_0795.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TRZq7dqhSoI/AAAAAAAAB_w/-fAPUX9Lws8/s640/IMG_0795.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TRZrnJ52KyI/AAAAAAAAB_0/NmrPAUP_IuU/s1600/IMG_0796.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TRZrnJ52KyI/AAAAAAAAB_0/NmrPAUP_IuU/s640/IMG_0796.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The serviettes are made this way just for Christmas! Super kecoh to make it perfect but I like! Its so pretty! (None of these pictures showed justice to the serviettes!)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TRZrpi02P5I/AAAAAAAAB_4/7f5Dr5i5Uws/s1600/IMG_0797.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TRZrpi02P5I/AAAAAAAAB_4/7f5Dr5i5Uws/s640/IMG_0797.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TRZrtYCTUmI/AAAAAAAAB_8/QDxqWn16BeA/s1600/IMG_0798.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TRZrtYCTUmI/AAAAAAAAB_8/QDxqWn16BeA/s640/IMG_0798.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another quater of my restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TRZsDvTPXqI/AAAAAAAACAQ/rQNrb2friAs/s1600/IMG_0806.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TRZsDvTPXqI/AAAAAAAACAQ/rQNrb2friAs/s640/IMG_0806.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TRZrxyM6NXI/AAAAAAAACAA/XjSKsfevXAA/s1600/IMG_0799.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TRZrxyM6NXI/AAAAAAAACAA/XjSKsfevXAA/s640/IMG_0799.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TRZr3zw4kKI/AAAAAAAACAE/Wo-NAjAAOY8/s1600/IMG_0801.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TRZr3zw4kKI/AAAAAAAACAE/Wo-NAjAAOY8/s640/IMG_0801.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The regular wine/beer people.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TRZr7my-ZYI/AAAAAAAACAI/Y4vYpWoYXHU/s1600/IMG_0803.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TRZr7my-ZYI/AAAAAAAACAI/Y4vYpWoYXHU/s640/IMG_0803.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TRZr_l22iZI/AAAAAAAACAM/94Vuu5dFU54/s1600/IMG_0804.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TRZr_l22iZI/AAAAAAAACAM/94Vuu5dFU54/s640/IMG_0804.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TRZsNKP1WRI/AAAAAAAACAU/_POueaYnR0w/s1600/IMG_0807.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TRZsNKP1WRI/AAAAAAAACAU/_POueaYnR0w/s640/IMG_0807.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enrico! We call him Chico 'cause its cuter LOLS. The man behind all my fats! All his food and desserts. Nyams :p&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got praised for my Swiss German today hehe. I will learn harder! Although its not exactly useful to me if I leave Switzerland next time lah. But good lah, to learn a new language.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is ending in 2 hours' time from now and Happy Boxing Day, then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this day, I suddenly missed so many people.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Bernard, I missed twin, I miss my pets, I called my mom today and she mentioned "Remember you used to draw snowflakes on our dining table last year and year before because you wished to see snowflakes?"&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly felt a bit 'sour' and felt like crying. She remembers all these stupid little details I did when I was a kid. Ok lah, not kid. Form 5 kid.&lt;br /&gt;I missed Sneefee, I made coloured few of her spikes red and her nails. She looked so cute haha, but she didn't get to celebrate Christmas this year, I thought she would celebrate her 2nd birthday with in a month's time :[ Sigh, maybe she is an angel already. So cute lah, Sneefee with a halo :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to get a haircut but its almost RM200 after converting. So I rather go buy a pair of scissors and cut myself hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and..&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting its ♡♡♡♡♡th month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;-although sometimes I wished you care half as much as you care for her, quater as much as he cared for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/8813156108029225552-3536461489894137923?l=everules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/feeds/3536461489894137923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2010/12/joy-to-world.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/3536461489894137923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/3536461489894137923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2010/12/joy-to-world.html' title='Joy to the world :]]'/><author><name>Everlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13807447240028648862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TRZfOYIXoEI/AAAAAAAAB-g/tcsvy1ayUnQ/s72-c/IMG_0765.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813156108029225552.post-9132444981411468826</id><published>2010-12-22T21:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T21:07:57.047+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolutions?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TRJaX6bjmlI/AAAAAAAAB-U/bZx4cfdGJOI/s1600/images.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="479" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TRJaX6bjmlI/AAAAAAAAB-U/bZx4cfdGJOI/s640/images.jpeg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe I never had resolutions before because I do not believe in them. Like, I don't think I will actually remember/follow them anyways. Things changes according to situations. But assuming I am going to die the year after, so its practically my last chance to have a resolution I guess?&lt;br /&gt;Wanna list them now since I still remember them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Work my plans out asap&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To get a degree asap&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Help family with problems&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grow up&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be more independent&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To fit into a friggin bikini man!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spend less/ shop for things that are worth. Bought so much nonsense cheap stuffs which are uselsss tsk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be more friendly&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be more positive&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Try not to rant so much&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get a job and support myself&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To study harder - this is why I never had resolutions before because this never happens&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Study a new language&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Find a new hobby/sport so that I can slim down and fit into a bikini&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleep more&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn how to bake and cook more things&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take nice photos&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Continue drawing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take up a new skill&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn to play more songs on the piano&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have better temper&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Upgrade my English - its going down the drain&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read more&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Improve my friendship with my babes I haven't met since I came Switzerland!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Start reading newspapers - am ashamed of the fact that I hardly read newspaper hahaz&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pray that I will live longer than 2012- the Youtube vids are scaring me out. I dont wanna die!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Turn 20 in 16 Jan 2012&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Will continue when I have more.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;BYE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813156108029225552-9132444981411468826?l=everules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/feeds/9132444981411468826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2010/12/resolutions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/9132444981411468826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/9132444981411468826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2010/12/resolutions.html' title='Resolutions?'/><author><name>Everlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13807447240028648862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TRJaX6bjmlI/AAAAAAAAB-U/bZx4cfdGJOI/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813156108029225552.post-2115597582555803506</id><published>2010-12-22T18:02:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T18:08:19.336+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Racist beeches GTH</title><content type='html'>Hello! I love Dell keyboard and so I have the mood to blog. Haha. Lame excuse.&lt;br /&gt;I love using sayang's lappie! I like the keyboard. Its so clacky and noisy and shiok to type. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;When I hear the sound of keyboard, make me feel like I very pro in typing like that. Lols.&lt;br /&gt;Self-deceiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I remember how I used to say "Work was ok so far"&lt;br /&gt;No I will not use it anymore.First day of work after my 3 days break sucked like hell.&lt;br /&gt;First I my lady boss and boss came early in the morning with a long face. I just arrived, hello? What the hell did I do this time?&lt;br /&gt;She asked me to clean shelfs, she knows I am the shortest there, hence I need a ladder, the ladder also broken, I fell together with the glasses, she only cared how many glasses fell. And not if I am okay or not. Hello, I fell from the ladder, hello?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no peace for me ever since the Portuguese couple came back. Go back and raise your grandchildren lah, what for come back. My housemate and &amp;nbsp;I never get proper sleep at all ever since they are back. My perspective towards Portuguese changed like a whole lot ever since living in Switzerland. Portuguese people are like Indonesians in Malaysia. Scattering everywhere, working illegally as dishwashers. The population in this part of Switzerland is like crazy I tell you. I don want to sound racist but I really dislike them now. Come to other people's country, humble lah sikit! Why so hao lian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna state all my "encounters" with Portuguese:&lt;br /&gt;1) The dish washer boy glares at me because my colleague forgot to prepare cutlery for him for his dinner.&lt;br /&gt;And so he used my chef's cutlery which was already prepared because he didnt want to go and take his own.&lt;br /&gt;- Dude, get your own cutlery. Cant you see we had full house that day? We got no time for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Portuguese couple damn irritating. My housemate used their toilet paper by accident for just once. And they had to write a note to tell my housemate off. Now our little toilet for 3 rolls of toilet rolls of the same design and brand. I had to write my name on mine. OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) They Skype as though their microphone is 100 years old. I can hear them on Skype when I was doing laundry in the basement. Like seriously. My housemate had to take the 7.30 am train every morning and she gets headache everytime they Skype. They always Skype around 11 at night. Which means my housemate and I will be sleepless at least till midnight. Best part is the whole conversation is all about Ciao! Ciao! and then make baby stupid sounds for the grandchildren in Portugal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) They HAD to knock everytime I am pooping. They are at home 2 hours before I come home from work.&lt;br /&gt;Why must they knock when I am pooping? I just came back, I need to crap and shower! Give me a break!&lt;br /&gt;And when I come out, they will say "Dont forget 4 people are sharing the same toilet" in Italien. I understand la. She said smtg like Quatro person something something la.&lt;br /&gt;-Eh you do know we are SHARING it eh. Let me crap finish first la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I have to lift up the table cloth everytime I eat.&lt;br /&gt;-Eh then terus dont put table cloth lah! For wad put table cloth!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) The Portuguese chef damn wu seh in work. You know I had to carry like boxes of 5kg and above to the cellar with those big hugeass fridges with door that kind you know? I left the door open because I still have to carry more of it down. So I got "no hands" to actually open it and close it lah, so I just leave it open until I am done. He used a very rude manner to call me down all the way to just close the thing. I close the thing unwillingly, and when I carried my 2nd box, he saw me having difficulties to open it, he purposely duwan help. TMD&lt;br /&gt;- He and his wife lives with me btw. If I were to be in Malaysia, people of this age usually will treat girls like me like their own granddaughter. Since I am so young and what not. No, they are extremely mean. Because Portuguese are all high and mighty right. Go eat your Grape Teeth la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) They cook only what they like and its disgusting. You know we workers are given meals before work. Before they came back, it was another chef who cooks our meals. He cook like really simple and basic stuffs like pasta and what nots. This one, they cook like Portuguese food which tastes like.... never considering if I eat them. Remember I tweeted I had to force stewed liver down my throat? Yeah that was when they were around a month ago. And now they are back. Yesterday he cooked some weird soup which I cant even swallow and I am supposed to eat it with bread. They give me left over bread from the afternoon. Which is all stale and stuff already and they get the fresh ones. I was like cursing the whole dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) The crazy bitch is back. She got my Swiss colleague into trouble and was rude to her.&lt;br /&gt;Its official. My working life is gonna start screwing up because of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I admit, I am racist too. I hate Cheena-nese. But I am Malaysian, I did nothing bad and lowdown to make them despise Malaysians. They assume I am like any other Cheenanese. Lowdown cheapskate and thieves. But hey, even I hate Cheenanese but NOT ALL cheenanese are lowdown ok! Even when they come to me to ask for directions and stuff I still speak in a nice manner. I even brought a China Chinese to buy stamps and then bring her to the shop where she can buy souveniers. Racist is one thing, and COURTESY is another. &amp;nbsp;WTF is this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Got watch Beijing Olympic or not? Chinese dont come from trees and mud&amp;nbsp;ok!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a getaway. Which is why I came to my teddy monkey! Lols.&lt;br /&gt;Didnt really spend time because he came home very late, and I slept off already.&lt;br /&gt;But I just need to get the hell outta the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke around 11 and had lunch with sayang because he had a half day off!&lt;br /&gt;and me full. Gonna go back in an hour's time :[[[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TRIs3V-702I/AAAAAAAAB9s/IQPZulr1a-g/s1600/IMG_0707.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TRIs3V-702I/AAAAAAAAB9s/IQPZulr1a-g/s640/IMG_0707.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mine. I seem to be eating the same kind of things everytime. Hahaha&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TRIs8iCPytI/AAAAAAAAB9w/LmuRo7CnTk8/s1600/IMG_0708.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TRIs8iCPytI/AAAAAAAAB9w/LmuRo7CnTk8/s640/IMG_0708.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;and his.. Rosti! Nyamssss....&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TRItCqhcoGI/AAAAAAAAB90/ma7u5VIlrZA/s1600/IMG_0709.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TRItCqhcoGI/AAAAAAAAB90/ma7u5VIlrZA/s640/IMG_0709.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TRItG63fwlI/AAAAAAAAB94/9PkVnRmVVHM/s1600/IMG_0710.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TRItG63fwlI/AAAAAAAAB94/9PkVnRmVVHM/s640/IMG_0710.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Really gotta lose weight real soon. Aiks.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TRItLnwbB5I/AAAAAAAAB98/XBHhlweDE7U/s1600/IMG_0712.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TRItLnwbB5I/AAAAAAAAB98/XBHhlweDE7U/s640/IMG_0712.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TRItQONfFzI/AAAAAAAAB-A/0JWHWGARNeI/s1600/IMG_0713.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TRItQONfFzI/AAAAAAAAB-A/0JWHWGARNeI/s640/IMG_0713.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TRItU29TzbI/AAAAAAAAB-E/S2RgcgG0GJU/s1600/IMG_0715.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TRItU29TzbI/AAAAAAAAB-E/S2RgcgG0GJU/s640/IMG_0715.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TRItZPa9ueI/AAAAAAAAB-I/92VhHBwDfC4/s1600/IMG_0716.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TRItZPa9ueI/AAAAAAAAB-I/92VhHBwDfC4/s640/IMG_0716.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;He was a bad photographer so I took picture of myself. HAHAs&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TRItd0pppVI/AAAAAAAAB-M/_tsVcEuMel0/s1600/IMG_0717.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TRItd0pppVI/AAAAAAAAB-M/_tsVcEuMel0/s640/IMG_0717.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TRItiR2yW6I/AAAAAAAAB-Q/yqQ6PevN6Hc/s1600/IMG_0719.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TRItiR2yW6I/AAAAAAAAB-Q/yqQ6PevN6Hc/s640/IMG_0719.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Must be wondering what is this picture. I find it amusing why the people had to carve testicals for this animal. If its not there, this whole status is still nice what. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I still suck at photography. I dont know when to set my shutter speed, when to use the -1 -2 thingy, I dont know when to use the knob. You know when you turn it it shows 1/4, 1/8 walao. and what the heck is aperture!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;When its dark, what things should I set so that my pictures will not turn all black! and when its sunny, what should I do so that my pictures will not be all white? I mean I get it in the end after multiple tries like the picture above, but I need like a proper knowledge of it so that I can just set it, and snap. and not keep twisting here n there and snap like tens of the same thing grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I am so bodoh. LOLS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813156108029225552-2115597582555803506?l=everules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/feeds/2115597582555803506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2010/12/racist-beeches-gth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/2115597582555803506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/2115597582555803506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2010/12/racist-beeches-gth.html' title='Racist beeches GTH'/><author><name>Everlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13807447240028648862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TRIs3V-702I/AAAAAAAAB9s/IQPZulr1a-g/s72-c/IMG_0707.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813156108029225552.post-4214527335062297878</id><published>2010-12-20T17:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T17:44:08.573+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I heart Klosters</title><content type='html'>Its my third day here in Klosters. I am loving everything here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;The people here, the surrounding and everything. Sayang's lady boss is ultra nice too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Honestly, my lady boss and boss are great people too. I also prefer my working hours back there in Zuoz. But if I were to choose, I'd choose to work here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Everyone is so lively here! &amp;amp; I got no language barrier here! Lols. Both also got its pros and cons la. But everything happens for a reason right! I am now in Zuoz, perhaps there is something planned out for me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;But... I think that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;My lady boss is having some things against me, I feel even more... dot dot. Before I had my day off, my customers asked me what am I doing at the train station at 6. I was shocked lah obviously. At that time, ghost also balik rumah liao, how he knows? But turned out he was waiting for a train at the other side so he recognized me lah. He also mentioned he saw me eating a banana. =.= butthen my lady boss she came to me and said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"You know, these people(my regulars) they see everything." Maybe I am sensitive or what la. BUT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Walao, what is that supposed to mean? She sounded very.. I don't know what to say. Never divide tips to me sudah la, somemore wanna accuse me of stealing is it? She never said that la but somehow I just felt that way. and that area of mine, they kinda discriminate Asians, which I hate! If we speak English, it seemed like we committed a crime. Sienz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Oh well, been watching dramas in room instead of being outdoors because the past few days had been freezing and this afternoon's weather was nice! However, was out only for one hour plus because sayang had to work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Went to supermarket(daily routine lols) and then had some hot chocolate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Took some pictures and I realised I hardly appear in my pictures because sayang doesn't take my pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Sad. HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Anyway I forced him to take a picture of me. Haha. So thick skinned right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Oh yeah! I served this Germany Prime Minister to-be in sayang's restaurant last night. Waaaaaa damn stress I tell you. The wife is friggin pretty lah I tell you. I might turn into a lesbian for her. Damn pretty! Aihs, lucky man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Got 2 daughters liao still look so hot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Gonna remember that day for life! One day I see him on TV I am gonna go, "Ehhh I served this man before!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Ok fine, laughs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Gonna take the train home later after 7. Gonna miss here and sayang terribly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Ok lah. Wednesday I have off again. Lols but I think sayang no off! Wuuuu..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Just gonna work my ass off for the last few days of December and January babeh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Hopefully January's crowd will slow down a little already. Then I can celebrate my birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Just that imma have a white birthday this year and I have different people celebrating it with me. Woots!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Gah, shall let the pics do the talking :]]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQ-B6p8wBfI/AAAAAAAAB8M/F-5UxUCsxdk/s1600/IMG_0634.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQ-B6p8wBfI/AAAAAAAAB8M/F-5UxUCsxdk/s640/IMG_0634.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reminds me of Japan, IDKY. LOLS.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQ-B9-xlBsI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/dSC9fVOfkoI/s1600/IMG_0635.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQ-B9-xlBsI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/dSC9fVOfkoI/s640/IMG_0635.JPG" style="cursor: move;" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQ-CDKpx4QI/AAAAAAAAB8U/qP4p3Hh5CUo/s1600/IMG_0636.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQ-CDKpx4QI/AAAAAAAAB8U/qP4p3Hh5CUo/s640/IMG_0636.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;On the way to supermarket, day 1.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQ-CIEt3RCI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/NRU1AtyITb0/s1600/IMG_0637.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQ-CIEt3RCI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/NRU1AtyITb0/s640/IMG_0637.JPG" style="cursor: move;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQ-COleuesI/AAAAAAAAB8c/i4MxxZX5sSg/s1600/IMG_0640.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQ-COleuesI/AAAAAAAAB8c/i4MxxZX5sSg/s640/IMG_0640.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Spotted a cute doggie outside the supermarket :]]&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQ-CVNx1ygI/AAAAAAAAB8g/ZUDnUte58_s/s1600/IMG_0641.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQ-CVNx1ygI/AAAAAAAAB8g/ZUDnUte58_s/s640/IMG_0641.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQ-CaQ9eXyI/AAAAAAAAB8k/WF4DNtl_k1Q/s1600/IMG_0642.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQ-CaQ9eXyI/AAAAAAAAB8k/WF4DNtl_k1Q/s640/IMG_0642.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A famous restaurant of Klosters.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQ-CfmosehI/AAAAAAAAB8o/dhqQbmiaDHI/s1600/IMG_0643.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQ-CfmosehI/AAAAAAAAB8o/dhqQbmiaDHI/s640/IMG_0643.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQ-CootKrlI/AAAAAAAAB8s/N2b3Yskz-Ow/s1600/IMG_0644.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQ-CootKrlI/AAAAAAAAB8s/N2b3Yskz-Ow/s640/IMG_0644.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This picture somehow reminds me of the first movie of Narnia ._.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQ-CtqiNQcI/AAAAAAAAB8w/_X09d1hQvak/s1600/IMG_0646.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQ-CtqiNQcI/AAAAAAAAB8w/_X09d1hQvak/s640/IMG_0646.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;At night after work!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQ-Cysg1dpI/AAAAAAAAB80/5N0_O10yKNI/s1600/IMG_0648.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQ-Cysg1dpI/AAAAAAAAB80/5N0_O10yKNI/s640/IMG_0648.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me after shower keke&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQ-C3VXyfzI/AAAAAAAAB84/y86W3KazyHI/s1600/IMG_0665.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQ-C3VXyfzI/AAAAAAAAB84/y86W3KazyHI/s640/IMG_0665.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQ-C8dzBBPI/AAAAAAAAB88/QFjObLyXsW8/s1600/IMG_0669.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQ-C8dzBBPI/AAAAAAAAB88/QFjObLyXsW8/s640/IMG_0669.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I so good girl now, put retainers le.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQ-DAiWvAlI/AAAAAAAAB9A/2dDPXxKCssA/s1600/IMG_0686.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQ-DAiWvAlI/AAAAAAAAB9A/2dDPXxKCssA/s640/IMG_0686.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 3: Hot schoky after supermarket!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQ-DI4JKEKI/AAAAAAAAB9E/faGzO8lck_o/s1600/IMG_0688.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQ-DI4JKEKI/AAAAAAAAB9E/faGzO8lck_o/s640/IMG_0688.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQ-DPhSaXKI/AAAAAAAAB9I/ex1V1WMwUf4/s1600/IMG_0689.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQ-DPhSaXKI/AAAAAAAAB9I/ex1V1WMwUf4/s640/IMG_0689.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQ-DWIaUujI/AAAAAAAAB9M/W_L1CgT3Szk/s1600/IMG_0690.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQ-DWIaUujI/AAAAAAAAB9M/W_L1CgT3Szk/s640/IMG_0690.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQ-Da3Kg2AI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/4pNtK-VT5aQ/s1600/IMG_0691.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQ-Da3Kg2AI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/4pNtK-VT5aQ/s640/IMG_0691.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQ-Dg5XnwtI/AAAAAAAAB9U/PdMLOSKxtCI/s1600/IMG_0692.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQ-Dg5XnwtI/AAAAAAAAB9U/PdMLOSKxtCI/s640/IMG_0692.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yay finally a picture of me!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQ-DlgWs1-I/AAAAAAAAB9Y/F2NgVInmgIo/s1600/IMG_0694.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQ-DlgWs1-I/AAAAAAAAB9Y/F2NgVInmgIo/s640/IMG_0694.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQ-Drhh7xCI/AAAAAAAAB9c/JZjXPxhgti0/s1600/IMG_0696.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQ-Drhh7xCI/AAAAAAAAB9c/JZjXPxhgti0/s640/IMG_0696.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Waaa budak hansem!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQ-DywLKQDI/AAAAAAAAB9g/z-OB_EQO_Mk/s1600/IMG_0701.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQ-DywLKQDI/AAAAAAAAB9g/z-OB_EQO_Mk/s640/IMG_0701.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQ-D4tj5-VI/AAAAAAAAB9k/yIYGuzFf7j0/s1600/IMG_0702.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQ-D4tj5-VI/AAAAAAAAB9k/yIYGuzFf7j0/s640/IMG_0702.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sayang's workplace. Klein und fein. It means small and fine.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQ-D-OUSxmI/AAAAAAAAB9o/2Sy3Wdbxyzk/s1600/IMG_0703.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQ-D-OUSxmI/AAAAAAAAB9o/2Sy3Wdbxyzk/s640/IMG_0703.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gahh look fat here, angle problem angle problem!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813156108029225552-4214527335062297878?l=everules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/feeds/4214527335062297878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-heart-klosters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/4214527335062297878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/4214527335062297878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-heart-klosters.html' title='I heart Klosters'/><author><name>Everlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13807447240028648862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQ-B6p8wBfI/AAAAAAAAB8M/F-5UxUCsxdk/s72-c/IMG_0634.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813156108029225552.post-8981332013583149591</id><published>2010-12-18T12:30:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T12:32:24.831+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Off Days are Awesome!</title><content type='html'>Hello everibadi. Ok, make it hello one person. I think I am the only one who reads the blog now. Esp I changed my link again. I changed it back to evywritesat which is my ori link 2 years back. And I think its better with it! My immasunflower had some spelling mistake in it. Its supposed to be ima instead of imma. I realised that long ago but I just didnt bother to change it. hahas. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway I am having an awesome break of 3 days! Here I am in... you can fill in the blanks already! Haha&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I just like being alone but at times I like being near him :]&lt;br /&gt;Was being really pessimistic about everything for the past 2 days? Had a lot of things on my mind. I was worried about my ow family and future and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Was wondering why did I ever let you go in the first place. &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;*Ofc I do not regret lah, but I feel terrible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway its all good now, I hope. These 3 days I will try to be a happy girl and 2010 is going to end soon!&lt;br /&gt;Gonna start everything anew and make the problems I had this year as history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned in Facebook I had laksa. It was awesome! Really like Malaysia's curry laksa. &lt;br /&gt;Weeee ima happy fat girl now. I have awesome boots now and so I can go play in the snow later if I have the time. kekeke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everything will turn better and things will find their own way there. *prays*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you guys a super Merry Chirstmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-and I will blog about my resolutions soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schuss!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813156108029225552-8981332013583149591?l=everules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/feeds/8981332013583149591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2010/12/off-days-are-awesome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/8981332013583149591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/8981332013583149591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2010/12/off-days-are-awesome.html' title='Off Days are Awesome!'/><author><name>Everlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13807447240028648862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813156108029225552.post-3370508548080891952</id><published>2010-12-16T23:12:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T00:20:02.392+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A fun day?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yo yo yo. Back from work. Again. I am kind of bored of repeating this routine of mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Work home work home work home. Yesterday I finally get to go back to Luzern on my off day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Woots! I damn looking forward to it lah. Keep counting down the days. Was excited to bring my baby out to take loadsa pictures. Unfortunately I lost my 'kick' to take pictures and stuff. Hence only a few boring pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I missed the last train at night hence I took the morning train which is 6.13am if I am not wrong?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was so excited I actually became so hiao went and drew eyeliner wei. Wanna mei mei take pictures ma. But I never appear in any pictures also lah ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Somehow I just thought, what am I even doing here when I reached Luzern. I don't know why I had this feeling la. All of the sudden I just wanted to be alone. Hmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Maybe seeing the people around me are not as hyped up as I am just dampen my mood and stuffs?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;However, I did some shopping and of course I am happy! But I regretted not buying the pair of jeans sayang picked. Aiks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But I had a great day in general! Walked, shopped, talked, chilled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;amp;Starbucked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Being away from Luzern for almost a month, certainly things changed a lot in school. Less familiar faces, more intakes. The place almost seemed strange to me. I certainly miss my another sayang a lot! Cai Ling! I miss our room! Nostalgic lah when I see room 69 *tears*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Luzern is cold. I can't remember Luzern being cold. I was there during the whole summer in shorts and tank tops, hence. I don't know. Luzern somehow became my home :']&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My friends are all going for intern. Funny how times fly. In exactly a month's time is my birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Heh, what should I get for myself? LOLs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I will miss having Season's fruit cake and my family celebrating with me. In fact, no one is celebrating with me this year because we are all working.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh my tian ah. *sobs*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh, SAM's results are out! My twinkie is going to uni liao! I feel excited for her! Its been almost a year since we met, and next year we prolly cannot meet again. Aiks, I miss the stay overs at your house!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And Ah Pui, what are your plans! Update me please people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think I am not getting any readers anymore because they're sick of my emo-ness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Pardon me lah, lonely people emo more often hehs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQqD63TDZQI/AAAAAAAAB6c/_xqU1_h-Yvc/s640/IMG_0588.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My first meal! McD, I missed you so. Don't think this burger is available in M'sia. It has bacon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Speck ist immer gut! Nyams!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQqEDPwQqPI/AAAAAAAAB6g/-NpfJYzYGRg/s1600/IMG_0589.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQqEDPwQqPI/AAAAAAAAB6g/-NpfJYzYGRg/s640/IMG_0589.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lols, don't you just love candids? Heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQqEQ3qZ63I/AAAAAAAAB6k/uGsJ6rAhAGs/s1600/IMG_0590.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQqEQ3qZ63I/AAAAAAAAB6k/uGsJ6rAhAGs/s640/IMG_0590.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQqEbcg-bUI/AAAAAAAAB6o/ijJZyJFoQrA/s1600/IMG_0591.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQqEbcg-bUI/AAAAAAAAB6o/ijJZyJFoQrA/s640/IMG_0591.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Old Town! I missed you as well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQqEr1j40eI/AAAAAAAAB6s/hLmn5P-x5M0/s1600/IMG_0592.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQqEr1j40eI/AAAAAAAAB6s/hLmn5P-x5M0/s640/IMG_0592.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQqE0VClvtI/AAAAAAAAB6w/UhGsGELMpO8/s1600/IMG_0593.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQqE0VClvtI/AAAAAAAAB6w/UhGsGELMpO8/s640/IMG_0593.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At Dosenbach, an awesome shoe store. Cheap cheap!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQqFLkAhOqI/AAAAAAAAB60/_X1AH2K6LHk/s1600/IMG_0595.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQqFLkAhOqI/AAAAAAAAB60/_X1AH2K6LHk/s640/IMG_0595.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A very hindi/gypsy feel shop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQqFoTUNyRI/AAAAAAAAB64/OAnj5p4lQyM/s1600/IMG_0600.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQqFoTUNyRI/AAAAAAAAB64/OAnj5p4lQyM/s640/IMG_0600.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WE, ming pai dian!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQqFvRkN2MI/AAAAAAAAB68/Ix08O_DoPj4/s1600/IMG_0601.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQqFvRkN2MI/AAAAAAAAB68/Ix08O_DoPj4/s640/IMG_0601.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQqF6FA3k_I/AAAAAAAAB7A/1uBJTU1L-DU/s1600/IMG_0604.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQqF6FA3k_I/AAAAAAAAB7A/1uBJTU1L-DU/s640/IMG_0604.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQqGQBwWrAI/AAAAAAAAB7E/I1YDSil8YK8/s1600/IMG_0606.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQqGQBwWrAI/AAAAAAAAB7E/I1YDSil8YK8/s640/IMG_0606.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQqGom7uaFI/AAAAAAAAB7I/fMA3O2a2V2A/s1600/IMG_0607.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQqGom7uaFI/AAAAAAAAB7I/fMA3O2a2V2A/s640/IMG_0607.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:]]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQqG0uISBAI/AAAAAAAAB7M/on9buF2Qiy4/s1600/IMG_0608.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQqG0uISBAI/AAAAAAAAB7M/on9buF2Qiy4/s640/IMG_0608.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQqHE65B3NI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/BNo0rHLCqeQ/s1600/IMG_0609.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQqHE65B3NI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/BNo0rHLCqeQ/s640/IMG_0609.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This shop is sexeh! It was my first time in 'this-kind-of-shop'&lt;br /&gt;But I can 100% sure this shop more 'open' than those in Malaysia. However, being a suaku, when the lady came to ask "Can I help you?"&lt;br /&gt;I feel like bursting into laughter wei. Ok lah, not funny. But somehow its just weird. HEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQqH4NqJ5ZI/AAAAAAAAB7U/CpOe_UokdQ8/s1600/IMG_0610.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQqH4NqJ5ZI/AAAAAAAAB7U/CpOe_UokdQ8/s640/IMG_0610.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;They have the wideest range of dildos and they even have dildo's that look like dolphins. Are dolphins look alikes of penises? Heh? They also have the widest range of gay porns. OMT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQqIvt9GFFI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/sm6URe_82Ms/s1600/IMG_0611.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQqIvt9GFFI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/sm6URe_82Ms/s640/IMG_0611.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We chilled at Starbucks before going home. Also, wanted to celebrate sayang's birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQqJFJtMuvI/AAAAAAAAB7c/rx5I_e6ZjLI/s1600/IMG_0617.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQqJFJtMuvI/AAAAAAAAB7c/rx5I_e6ZjLI/s640/IMG_0617.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQqJejs6QpI/AAAAAAAAB7g/YRo1Gl4KEDg/s1600/IMG_0618.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQqJejs6QpI/AAAAAAAAB7g/YRo1Gl4KEDg/s640/IMG_0618.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My love, Frappucino! I so must try the hot choc next time :]]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQqJvdxxPAI/AAAAAAAAB7k/wZKI1Mf2mTA/s1600/IMG_0619.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQqJvdxxPAI/AAAAAAAAB7k/wZKI1Mf2mTA/s640/IMG_0619.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Erm, ok. Let me explain. Starbucks lauya one! No have candles! Eesh, should've chilled at Heini's instead. At least cna buy candles. So thank goodness I brought my lighter with me. So this is what I came out with.&lt;br /&gt;*I have lighter not because I smoke ok! Its for work. Need to light up candles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQqJ9hT0AOI/AAAAAAAAB7o/eNNMeTdU1UE/s1600/IMG_0620.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQqJ9hT0AOI/AAAAAAAAB7o/eNNMeTdU1UE/s640/IMG_0620.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Somehow it looked fake so I asked him to hide the lighter behind the cake :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQqKWgUkCyI/AAAAAAAAB7s/AsaPLn9yf9E/s1600/IMG_0621.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQqKWgUkCyI/AAAAAAAAB7s/AsaPLn9yf9E/s640/IMG_0621.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Him wearing my cute mufflers :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQqKu-D_dJI/AAAAAAAAB7w/_mki9rohRdY/s1600/IMG_0627.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQqKu-D_dJI/AAAAAAAAB7w/_mki9rohRdY/s640/IMG_0627.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random pic. I think I dragged him to take photos everytime. Super no mood a.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQqLEvhdgcI/AAAAAAAAB70/ly6JR3OyFGU/s1600/IMG_0631.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQqLEvhdgcI/AAAAAAAAB70/ly6JR3OyFGU/s640/IMG_0631.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The way he wipes the floor so cute.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQqLXJ7zz_I/AAAAAAAAB74/H8Gby2Ygl1g/s1600/IMG_0633.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQqLXJ7zz_I/AAAAAAAAB74/H8Gby2Ygl1g/s640/IMG_0633.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought new boots! I can walk to work without worrying to fall! But super ex lah, about 300++ Ringgit. But at least go back Malaysia can wear lah. If I buy Uggs, go back also cannot wear le.&lt;br /&gt;Hmms, wanna go lie down and see if i sleep off.&lt;br /&gt;Nights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I blush when you hold my hand unexpectedly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I get excited when you call my name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I am happy when you asked me to slow down and follow your pace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I smile unknowingly when you initiate to stand beside me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I am not shy in front of cameras if the person behind the lens is you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I feel lucky when you were there to nag me to drink more water, wear my retainers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Why ever did I let you into my world? Is this love or is this just a crush?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Funny how I am being him to love me at the same time I am begging you to stop loving me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Be strong, happy. I am here.&lt;/s&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/8813156108029225552-3370508548080891952?l=everules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/feeds/3370508548080891952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2010/12/fun-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/3370508548080891952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/3370508548080891952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2010/12/fun-day.html' title='A fun day?'/><author><name>Everlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13807447240028648862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQqD63TDZQI/AAAAAAAAB6c/_xqU1_h-Yvc/s72-c/IMG_0588.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813156108029225552.post-2117715268145920278</id><published>2010-12-16T00:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T00:22:21.791+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I.. ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQlMeF2L9eI/AAAAAAAAB54/LjaK-OW3TqY/s1600/tumblr_lca018qfxx1qbpwzeo1_400.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQlMeF2L9eI/AAAAAAAAB54/LjaK-OW3TqY/s640/tumblr_lca018qfxx1qbpwzeo1_400.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I ponder..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was once everything to someone.&lt;br /&gt;I was once perfect to somebody out there.&lt;br /&gt;Everything thing I did was perfect, cute and everything nice.&lt;br /&gt;Every mistake I made was silly.&lt;br /&gt;I was once the reason to somebody's smile.&lt;br /&gt;All I have to do is to give a little and it is the world for somebody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was once the reason somebody forgotten his sorrows.&lt;br /&gt;I was once the person who brought him back on his feet.&lt;br /&gt;I was once the person who gave him confidence to go for his dreams.&lt;br /&gt;I was once the person who made him did crazy things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*No bragging purposes intended&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed two person's life in a way. What have I done to yours?&lt;br /&gt;Am I even important to you? Where do I stand in your heart? Do I even have a stand?&lt;br /&gt;What will happen to me if I did something you dislike?&lt;br /&gt;What will happen if you found out I am not perfect?&lt;br /&gt;What will happen if you found out I am not the reason to everything?&lt;br /&gt;Do you even care about what I did? Do you even appreciate me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is really hard sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813156108029225552-2117715268145920278?l=everules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/feeds/2117715268145920278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2010/12/am-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/2117715268145920278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/2117715268145920278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2010/12/am-i.html' title='Am I.. ?'/><author><name>Everlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13807447240028648862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQlMeF2L9eI/AAAAAAAAB54/LjaK-OW3TqY/s72-c/tumblr_lca018qfxx1qbpwzeo1_400.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813156108029225552.post-3776070242755275115</id><published>2010-12-14T12:29:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T13:04:39.355+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My year being 18</title><content type='html'>I can't believe how times fly. How fast I am turning 19, last year being a teen. That sucks!&lt;br /&gt;This year has treated me pretty well. How can I complain right? Am like studying in Switzerland.&lt;br /&gt;But things just sucked towards the end. This year was pretty much a year of lessons for my life.&lt;br /&gt;I learnt so much this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up, I learnt my lesson for not being serious in my studies. Thus my pathetic SPM results ....&lt;br /&gt;Its not THAT pathetic but compared to my school standards, it is kind of..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I learnt my lesson not to rush things- I took up the nursing scholarship offer without considering because I felt I was lucky enough to be even offered one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt my lesson that family is always the best- after moving to Muar, those were the times I got really close to my mom. I am with her all day long until I left for Switzerland. Shizz I feel like crying now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt my lesson that once I lose something, its never coming back at times- Sorry. I really do not know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt my lesson about not giving hopes to people I don't love who loves me- Sorry Yong Han, not sure if you're reading this but you're two years younger than me, you got time lah == lols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt that they are nice people around- mummy and daddy, I only met you again after 4 years yet you still treated me the same, when I was a baby. *mummy and daddy are my godparents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt how to appreciate things- Which is why I strived my studies this year. But.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt that there is DEFINITELY no free lunch in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt to not trust. Again.- you really disappoint me. Go eat grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone taught me how to love.- but sadly the another party isn't you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt to cook and be independent this year- Being all alone 3000 miles away makes a huge difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt to make decisions and not regret it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt to take stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I have learnt to take shit. No matter what shit happens.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Was inspired by Kenny Sia, he always blog about the things that happened to him according to his age. Like if he's 26, he will state 26 things. My life, so far so boring, I cannot think of 18 things so I shall blog according to the months?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;January:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Muar. Loving my life there. It was free and stressless. I drive around my housing area, eat Mee Hoon Kueh, at night go sit at kopitiam with my uncle and lim teh, Ramlee burger, wanton mee for RM 1.80,&lt;br /&gt;helping in my family's coffeeshop. Was planning on doing my form 6 there even, somehow now I regret for not doing form 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated my birthday there. Cousin and friends surprised me. So gan dong! Had fruit cake(my fave)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;Febraury:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY was awesome. It was definitely different from JB. Ang pau's def less money(living standard there lower) but I enjoyed my CNY in Muar the most.&lt;br /&gt;I remembered smiling and laughing alot in Muar compared in JB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;March:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparing to fly off. Making visa etc etc etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;April:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated Easter in SG and St Anne's Church.&lt;br /&gt;Was practically in church everyday with my godparents for the preparation of Easters. Exposed to something new. Was amazed by how big and how important Easter was. I enjoyed a lot. Looking at my godma carrying Mother Mary's statue/Godpa Jesus's statue with another 8 people, somehow got this gandong feeling ==&lt;br /&gt;On the 7th, flew for Switzerland. New life starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQdQ41tSMfI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/JG0CW02wkug/s1600/IMG_0116_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="394" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQdQ41tSMfI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/JG0CW02wkug/s640/IMG_0116_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQdRDADmeaI/AAAAAAAAB5U/qbO66Q-JrNA/s1600/30930_391932543003_586133003_4238514_7208458_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQdRDADmeaI/AAAAAAAAB5U/qbO66Q-JrNA/s640/30930_391932543003_586133003_4238514_7208458_n.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I lost someone special forever. By a stupid mistake I did, which I haven't really understand what and why I did that. Next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"&gt;May:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQdRPqw0-KI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/BZvRUKkLMd0/s1600/IMG_9723.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQdRPqw0-KI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/BZvRUKkLMd0/s640/IMG_9723.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Basel.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;It was summer already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQdRg2yeJ_I/AAAAAAAAB5k/PxAe9jups4Q/s1600/IMG_9902.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQdRg2yeJ_I/AAAAAAAAB5k/PxAe9jups4Q/s640/IMG_9902.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Got the jerk outta my life. Jerk. I forgave him anyway, no use keeping a grudge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQdRTdBa9PI/AAAAAAAAB5c/dbx2XsVn7w8/s1600/IMG_0093.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQdRTdBa9PI/AAAAAAAAB5c/dbx2XsVn7w8/s640/IMG_0093.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"&gt;June:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for internship interview. Which sucked. Because had to interview in German. bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQdRv89IUCI/AAAAAAAAB5o/uv5Gouw5R60/s1600/41287_148086841875790_100000234255303_358324_1236301_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQdRv89IUCI/AAAAAAAAB5o/uv5Gouw5R60/s640/41287_148086841875790_100000234255303_358324_1236301_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"&gt;July:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Germany. Many other parts of Switzerland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQdRbHvuLMI/AAAAAAAAB5g/uPq5_PQAZfg/s1600/IMG_0043.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQdRbHvuLMI/AAAAAAAAB5g/uPq5_PQAZfg/s640/IMG_0043.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25th July :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August:&lt;br /&gt;Nothing special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"&gt;September:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moved to new apartment with Raven, Angel and Cai Ling. Helluva great memory in that apartment. Missing every bit of it right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQdR1MhJdxI/AAAAAAAAB5s/cdH7LquVYx4/s1600/DSC01704.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQdR1MhJdxI/AAAAAAAAB5s/cdH7LquVYx4/s640/DSC01704.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQdR7zqrwNI/AAAAAAAAB5w/_UA2gnmE6Qc/s1600/DSC01883.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQdR7zqrwNI/AAAAAAAAB5w/_UA2gnmE6Qc/s640/DSC01883.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"&gt;October:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Internship starts. Cried my ass off everyday for a week.&lt;br /&gt;Hated my colleagues for being such crazy bitches. Been travelling back to Luzern a lot and felt tired.&lt;br /&gt;Emo a lot for this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"&gt;November:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had an awesome 10 days break from work. Spent all of it in Luzern. Got my salary! Bought myself a camera and pampered myself a little with food and clothes etc :]&lt;br /&gt;Went to Vitznau. Wanted to move there to study!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQdSO1azkcI/AAAAAAAAB50/PBSznCRR-Yw/s1600/74437_1662875741940_1538620407_1612513_7078376_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQdSO1azkcI/AAAAAAAAB50/PBSznCRR-Yw/s640/74437_1662875741940_1538620407_1612513_7078376_n.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit happened later on that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work this month was great 'cause one of the crazy bitches had to go back to school for a month, so the other crazy bitch was not as crazy 'cause the crazy bitch no.1 was not there to agitate her. But she is coming back this week. Gosh, gotta be mentally prepared. Sigh, crazy bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"&gt;December:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sneefee left me.&lt;br /&gt;Shit is still going on. T.T&lt;br /&gt;Sayang's birthday! Christmas! Snow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January: Hoping for a brand new better year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I believe things will only end when I go back Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-size: large;"&gt;April:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets start over, shall we? Treat me well 2011. 'Cause we are dying in 2012.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813156108029225552-3776070242755275115?l=everules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/feeds/3776070242755275115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-year-being-18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/3776070242755275115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/3776070242755275115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-year-being-18.html' title='My year being 18'/><author><name>Everlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13807447240028648862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQdQ41tSMfI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/JG0CW02wkug/s72-c/IMG_0116_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813156108029225552.post-103976750575876364</id><published>2010-12-10T13:35:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T13:41:00.248+01:00</updated><title type='text'>FML</title><content type='html'>This is encrypted: &lt;span id="eU2Z5fNG" 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title='FML'/><author><name>Everlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13807447240028648862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813156108029225552.post-3307006895118651712</id><published>2010-12-09T21:55:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T22:01:50.931+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Decision kills.</title><content type='html'>Ahh, its been a week since I blogged no?&lt;br /&gt;Just a short entry about my day out with boyfee.&lt;br /&gt;Something little but something that made me forget my stress and emo-ness for a while.&lt;br /&gt;These two months haven't been doing me a favour. :[ But all bad times will be over soon, I hope.&lt;br /&gt;Its just unfair how fast good times pass faster than the bad ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, after a stressful day at work, I went home the latest, later than my boss. I then realised its boyfee's day off, having all hopes he will come and look me up! So I went home happily eventhough it was blardy late. Had a nice chat with my 28 year old housemate who's a belle. She is still in shock for the fact I am 10 years younger than her =.=&lt;br /&gt;The railway is right outside my toilet you see, I know the time of every train already you see. I was still having the hope!&lt;br /&gt;But he sms-ed me saying he is in his room le, he said "See you tomorrow!"&lt;br /&gt;I terus, "harrr" in my heart lah.&lt;br /&gt;Ten minutes later he appeared outside my house! Happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We chit chatted, we gossiped, I complained and complained. He is a real good listener, to me at least.&lt;br /&gt;Without knowing, its already morning. He was still sleeping and I went and fry myself an egg. Ok, fine. Two eggs.&lt;br /&gt;about 1 we left for lunch! It wasn't super yummy but I enjoyed it very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never experience lunch like this with anyone before. Its like a typical western lunch, we had bread and then a 3 course meal we chatted while we eat and we ate for almost 2 hours! I have no idea what we chatted about. But time just passed like whew! Its a good thing, right?&lt;br /&gt;Heh. I am super tired now(just knocked off) hence my stupid English. Pardon me, have no mood to type properly now. My sentences also like standard 1 kid sentences. Haiya, you all can understand then its ok already lah right.&lt;br /&gt;Heh. We walked on ice, slipped so many times. Just walk and walk. Everything was so simple. But it was an awesome day for me. Thank you :]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So some pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQE-dSzWtgI/AAAAAAAAB4s/UW4uJIjlFwo/s1600/IMG_0528.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQE-dSzWtgI/AAAAAAAAB4s/UW4uJIjlFwo/s640/IMG_0528.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ok la, not as nice as my restaurant's. But its been a long while since I had a meal like this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQE-rEJl9II/AAAAAAAAB4w/R6-3ty2tRAk/s1600/IMG_0529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQE-rEJl9II/AAAAAAAAB4w/R6-3ty2tRAk/s640/IMG_0529.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Nyams! Ima sucker for fried stuff man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQE-xGsfQ2I/AAAAAAAAB40/4-JInevjf-Y/s1600/IMG_0530.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQE-xGsfQ2I/AAAAAAAAB40/4-JInevjf-Y/s640/IMG_0530.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't take picture of his food. He had lamb cutlets or something lah. I was too engrossed in my food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQE-9Cg-mFI/AAAAAAAAB44/RRJCkpoBf0E/s1600/IMG_0531.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQE-9Cg-mFI/AAAAAAAAB44/RRJCkpoBf0E/s640/IMG_0531.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQE_CzSlm1I/AAAAAAAAB48/H8h-PuFMBv8/s1600/IMG_0532.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQE_CzSlm1I/AAAAAAAAB48/H8h-PuFMBv8/s640/IMG_0532.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The whole day he complained 'bout his hair cannot style up. Blame my shampoo for making it soft. Hello, ima girl, you think I want to buy shampoo to make my hair hard ah? :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQE_LuAPApI/AAAAAAAAB5A/nVZ_heOaRYM/s1600/IMG_0533.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQE_LuAPApI/AAAAAAAAB5A/nVZ_heOaRYM/s640/IMG_0533.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQE_Ystpn0I/AAAAAAAAB5I/K4oM6LPaHpA/s1600/IMG_0535.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQE_Ystpn0I/AAAAAAAAB5I/K4oM6LPaHpA/s640/IMG_0535.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Coupe danemark, I finally conquered you!!! Thanks for treating me dessert ya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Went to Coop aka supermarket, bought 2 rolls of film for my lomocam, went home. Chilled, work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Eff work lah wei!&amp;nbsp;Countdown to off days: 5 days! I am such a sad person HAHS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I want to speak English really badly! and thank God two Russians checked in today and they can't speak German, hah! I can speak English without getting scolded already. Wee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Told ya I have a sad life lah, want to speak English also kena. Wahlao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I am having a hard time making decisions alone. Sometimes I do feel I am independent enough to live abroad but sometimes I really screw things up and I wanna go home. Is this normal, or I am just not ready yet? I just hope everything will even out by its own someday, soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I am going to chill and relax. I love early shifts, I go early in the morning, that's true but I also can leave early. Yeah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Ok bye :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/8813156108029225552-3307006895118651712?l=everules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/feeds/3307006895118651712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2010/12/decision-kills.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/3307006895118651712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/3307006895118651712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2010/12/decision-kills.html' title='Decision kills.'/><author><name>Everlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13807447240028648862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TQE-dSzWtgI/AAAAAAAAB4s/UW4uJIjlFwo/s72-c/IMG_0528.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813156108029225552.post-2804644694211392517</id><published>2010-12-02T22:12:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T22:17:32.039+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I guess I am seriously homesick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TPgLaBdNPMI/AAAAAAAAB4k/vmkx1elFjmA/s1600/z215694973.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TPgLaBdNPMI/AAAAAAAAB4k/vmkx1elFjmA/s640/z215694973.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello people! Well, I am so shameless always announcing an audience when I am not sure myself if anyone reads this space. Oh wells, let me live in my lil own world :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I am blogging, again because I have no life. Seriously, when I say no life, I really mean no life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Let me tell you the cycle of my week.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Work &amp;gt; Home &amp;gt; If lucky enough to have 2 off days in a row &amp;gt; Go and find sayang &amp;gt; If not, stay at home and online for 11 hours and most of the time on FB/bloghopping &amp;gt; Supermarket &amp;gt; Home &amp;gt; Work.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;My working time is like from 8/9 till 12 or later. Continue at 4 till 7/8? Sometimes if busy perhaps till 10? If later shift, it starts at 11 till 4 and then 6 till restaurant closes. Practically I only have 2 hours of free time and after work I'd be dead beat and I will stay in bed and fall asleep. So computer is my only life. Bored, watch drama, drama cannot load, chat with people, people not online, blog. &amp;amp; it goes on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I miss everything about Malaysia. Seeing Cai Ling being sad about leaving Malaysia makes me feel the same way as well. I don't know about you guys, but you never know how awesome Malaysia is until you leave Malaysia and live in a country like Switzerland. I have friends studying in Australia and they say they never want to come back to Malaysia. I don't know but, I pretty love Malaysia more than ever now. Perhaps certain places of Australia as a certain Asian touch to it, but Switzerland, its more ang moh than you want it to be. The people here are friggin proud of being a Swiss and they speak Swiss German. They know you speak English but they insist on speaking German to you. That makes me feel even more unwelcome here. To find an Asian restaurant, its hard. Even if there is, its mad expensive. Like RM60 for a plate of fried rice, which my mom or myself can cook better. Its so hard to find Chinese ingredients here, all I ever want for Christmas is soya sauce. HAHS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Everyone dresses the same here, I realised I started to dress like Swiss girls somehow. I mean, not that I hate here, I think I can leave here. I am familiar with almost most of the things here, but leaving here is so expensive. 9th most expensive country to live in, and Zurich has the highest buying power in the world. Imagine that. If you ask me to choose, I certainly want to live in Malaysia. Switzerland, perhaps when I am rich or when I marry an ang moh. Meh. I will open a kedai runcit and sell Asian food and I will be my own customer. HAH. I am crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I know I've said this a lot. But I really dislike dislike my colleagues! The one that I hate most is coming back. Soon. The current one I am working with now, well, we get along. But when the evil witch is back, both of them gonna pakat and bring me down. Seriously, I haven't prepared myself mentally for her return. LOLS. I am making her sound like an evil witch. But seriously, when they do mistakes they bla and bla to my boss in German to push the blame on me thinking I am stupid and I tak faham. Hello, I cannot speak doesn't mean I cannot understand ok. Biatch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Anyways, my friend caught a snowflake! I am MAD JEALOUS! My area snowed a month before her area and yet she get to see snowflake first! Besides, it snows even more heavily at my area. HOW COME I NEVER SEEN A SNOWFLAKE ONE!? I always wanted to see a snowflake when I was 9/10. I am so going to pay more attention when I walk from now. I am so into snowflakes right now. When I was younger, my tuition teacher told me that if I see a snowflake I will be lucky. I childishly believe it till now and I seriously think it is the most beautiful thing Mother Nature created. Once I saw a snowflake necklace I was like waaaaaa.. =.= Crazy right. Too bad snowflake is not a shape, if not it'll be my favourite shape. But my favourite shape is heart shape.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;My post is getting no where. Bear with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Life is getting slightly better as sayang is working nearby. Emo moments are reduced.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I just miss home. Worried about my pets and craving for all sorts of food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I can't believe I am spending so much already when I didn't even go shopping. Told ya living in Switzerland is expensive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;SPM is halfway there, seemed like I just had mine a while ago. My juniors are already finishing theirs. I certainly complain a lot 'bout being in Convent. All the injustice and all, but after leaving Malaysia for so long, I would exchange anything to be in SPM times again. I feel like I am such a contradict but yeah, kind of miss those times. Less responsibilities back then. Just clubs and exams.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;TGIF tomorrow people. No difference for me because I am working.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;For the rest of you, have a great weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I am announcing an audience again. I am shameless like that. Good day people!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&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/8813156108029225552-2804644694211392517?l=everules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/feeds/2804644694211392517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-guess-i-am-seriously-homesick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/2804644694211392517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/2804644694211392517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-guess-i-am-seriously-homesick.html' title='I guess I am seriously homesick'/><author><name>Everlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13807447240028648862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TPgLaBdNPMI/AAAAAAAAB4k/vmkx1elFjmA/s72-c/z215694973.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813156108029225552.post-5842433102483824369</id><published>2010-11-29T23:12:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T23:23:17.433+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TPQh0uxDXQI/AAAAAAAAB4g/3iCsKSrh5WI/s1600/4473567544_f0160553b4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="259" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TPQh0uxDXQI/AAAAAAAAB4g/3iCsKSrh5WI/s320/4473567544_f0160553b4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok as promised, less emo post this time heh.&lt;br /&gt;Things are getting slightly better now. Mom is being supportive in an indirectly way. Mom is always like that, always hiding her feelings and doesn't like admitting stuffs. HAHS&lt;br /&gt;Today she asked sis if I still wanted to be a vet, my heart a bit itchy seh! But I am too old for form 6 anyways. The last resort is to do Foundation in Science and then go Indon or India for vet course. But for now I have forgotten about being a vet for a bit, my SPM results sucks, if I go summore Science Foundation, I think I will not be able to cope. Hence, I will be sticking to the original plan I planned :]&lt;br /&gt;Best part is, I am not gonna use my parents money, again, hopefully. I really prefer standing on my own feet already, although sometimes things go wrong, I ended up troubling my parents, but I really like to fight for my own things in life from now on. I am turning 19 soon, hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to be home. Somehow I feel bad having a great life here and something bad happened back home and I am not there. I want to be there, even during crisis, even I feel shit being in the crisis. Previously I find it such a bliss being so far away as I wouldn't know what happened back home and I always thought ignorance is bliss. But it isn't this case, for most of things, ignorance is a bliss, but when something happens back at home, how can I be ignorant? I want to be home :[[[&lt;br /&gt;Although, I am not exactly enjoying my life here as I really hate being in this line, but I eat well, I live well and I have great friends here. The only thing that sucked is my work and this country. I still love Malaysia the most! though its kinda corrupted now =.='''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot wait for 2011 to come. I don't know why. Prolly my birthday coming soon? HAHAs and the most important thing is 2011 I can go home! &amp;amp; I can continue with my plans. (fingers crossed) Hopefully. Also, 2011 I am not going to repeat the silly mistakes I've made this year.&lt;br /&gt;2 mistakes I've regretted, one for hurting you u unknowingly and 2nd is for coming here because of greed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1)&lt;/b&gt; I never knew the silly things I did which I thought was right 'caused such big cut in you. I am so sorry. Thanks for being honest and there is no way I can turn back or repent for my mistake. I am lost. Sorry. :']&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2) &lt;/b&gt;I thought "Aiyah got scholarship just go lor, no need burden family. Don't care what course it is lah"&lt;br /&gt;Greed is never good. Now, I am regretting and I am going to be a year behind my other friends. Well, we will see how I decide after my intern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I am so lucky to be given the chance to study overseas, eventhough I may not like it. But I learnt lotsa things and I met lotsa great people here. I have a diploma in hand now at least. I experienced a new life, went to Germany and explored so many places of Switzerland. If all fails, I can become a tour guide of Switzerland. LOLS just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: thanks for looking me up and saranghae. May the memories always stay with us!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Why do you love me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813156108029225552-5842433102483824369?l=everules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/feeds/5842433102483824369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2010/11/ok-as-promised-less-emo-post-this-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/5842433102483824369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/5842433102483824369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2010/11/ok-as-promised-less-emo-post-this-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Everlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13807447240028648862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TPQh0uxDXQI/AAAAAAAAB4g/3iCsKSrh5WI/s72-c/4473567544_f0160553b4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813156108029225552.post-1269357240902583407</id><published>2010-11-25T19:46:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T22:21:11.410+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TO6qC80dxXI/AAAAAAAAB4c/FAmJf-6kHEg/s1600/tumblr_lbtvo5sjOa1qaobbko1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="448" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TO6qC80dxXI/AAAAAAAAB4c/FAmJf-6kHEg/s640/tumblr_lbtvo5sjOa1qaobbko1_500.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I really feel like strangling myself. I feel so tired and all squeezed up altogether. I have too much things to consider, too much troubles in me. I have no one to let it out to, maybe I myself do not even know how to put it in words to let someone know how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really suck at decision-making. True, I make decisions very fast but sometimes my decision sucks big time. I really have no idea what to do, where to go now. I have no solid support, what hurt most is my mom doesn't even support me, what should I do? I should just go end my life huh? But no, I am not like that, but sometimes I think being alive is harder than to die. My friends all know that I am not kiasu but I super kiasi. Everytime they talk about the world end I will hyperventilate. I'll be listing the things I have not done in my life, I am scared that when I die, I feel pain =.= (How I know how it feels like to die what! Maybe painful leh??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The line I often use to my emo friends who wanted to end their life is&lt;br /&gt;"You got the guts to cut yourself and die but no guts to live on ah?"&lt;br /&gt;I think this line is not good anymore, because living is seriously harder than to die. Then again, God gave us life, we should treasure it right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am envious of those who have long relationships. How come their parents even let them have boyfriends? My relationships all ended before it could even really start is because mom found out, gotta end it and the process repeats till now. Konon I dated a lot, haven't really dated. Worst part is, my relationships only started/ended in sms-es. I dare say, in a so called 6 months relationship(for example), we only met twice never talked and only talked in SMS. I don't even have the guts to ask mom for outing permission before I was 16 or 17. I am so tired. Why can't I be in love openly like my friends? I am 18 going on 19. I know what I am doing. Girls nowadays are smarter, we &lt;b&gt;don't&lt;/b&gt; kill ourselves for break-ups, we &lt;b&gt;don't&lt;/b&gt; plan to marry our bfs at this age, we &lt;b&gt;don't&lt;/b&gt; eff around. We know what we want for our future. Why can't my mom understand the &lt;i&gt;world is changing&lt;/i&gt; and the girls are different now?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially I am in Switzerland, 10 times more open than M'sia. I managed to discipline myself. I don't even go clubbing even the most happening club is just 10 mins walk from my hostel. Why can't she trust me just once? I want to go through what teenage girls go through, puppy love. Why can't she understand its normal and why can't she understand its feelings we cannot control. Its just a boy likes a girl, a girl likes a boy. Nothing complicated. My mother is too protective I guess because she worries about me the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me fall in love properly, just once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I am so sick of the people in my school. The management I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting used to Switzerland's life already. But..&lt;br /&gt;Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I hope we last and prove people wrong. But like I always say, no commitments I ask for. Just be as happy as long as we can &amp;lt;3&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'STHeiti Light';"&gt;简单爱。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'STHeiti Light';"&gt;We are mismatched in horoscope, mismatched in characters, mismatched in thinkings, mismatched in cultures, mismatched with the group of people we hang out with, in other words we are simply just mismatched. But there's a reason why we are brought together.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans are so weird. I wish everything could be simpler.&lt;br /&gt;I wish family backgrounds does not matter, I wish we could just accept someone for who they are and not judge by other factors.&lt;br /&gt;I want all humans to be happy and positive, unlike me now. Damn effing emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I go for my dreams? Lastly. Dreams or money. Dreams are overrated they say. I think money is more essential to live. But now I dare not say I have money. But when I get my salary which is about RM3600, I get the joy of "waaa can spend money liao" but its a different joy. You think?&lt;br /&gt;If I give up now, I am 19 next year, I am a year behind my other friends. I am afraid. I need a "support system".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't found the meaning in life by working in hospitality industry. I don't know what's my highest target, I don't know what I am aiming for. Don't tell me I gotta work as a waitress for life? No way man! In Switzerland, maybe its acceptable because you earn almost as much as managers. In Malaysia, waitress? No way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least when I work as nurse, I know what I want. Maybe to work in Dubai, or become a head nurse, a maternity nurse or whatever. I need a direction board. Which I can trust. :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dare say I am not exactly home sick, but somehow I just prefer the lifestyle there. More lively, not so boring, more flexible. At times, I think to myself, why do I even need anything else when I have a mom who loves me so much. My mom and I are very much alike, likes to put on a strong front, hence I only realise her love for me in certain situations. After coming here, I felt like she has been really loving towards me. I became more attached to her too, but this recent argument we had really breaks my heart. I want my mom to be there for me.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I am burning your eyes with all these emo nonsense. I need to blahhhh somewhere. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao! Happier post next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;   &lt;style type="text/css"&gt;p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px 'STHeiti Light'}&lt;/style&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813156108029225552-1269357240902583407?l=everules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/feeds/1269357240902583407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2010/11/sometimes-i-really-feel-like-strangling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/1269357240902583407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813156108029225552/posts/default/1269357240902583407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everules.blogspot.com/2010/11/sometimes-i-really-feel-like-strangling.html' title=''/><author><name>Everlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13807447240028648862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eN-sWtWEgM/TO6qC80dxXI/AAAAAAAAB4c/FAmJf-6kHEg/s72-c/tumblr_lbtvo5sjOa1qaobbko1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813156108029225552.post-4704097491498682787</id><published>2010-11-24T16:08:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T16:38:12.670+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pui Ling!</title><content type='html'>Hey babe! Happy birthday! Sorry this post was belated, I was working on your birthday! Hence late wishes, late update. Tsk. Sorry lah ok! HEHE and sorry I got your age wrong, I keep thinking you same age as me =.= I got very lil friends who are younger than me and close to me, you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway thanks for everything! You've been a great friend, and I still read the book you gave me! :]&lt;br /&gt;Thats like the sweetest thing lah. And I still remember how we became friends! Practically you being sampat-ed enuf to be-friends with a zhuai biatch like me. You damn sampat really, most people look at me and they think i bloody bitchy and zhuai then duwan talk to me liao. Like I said, you sampat enuf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we both change over the year and we look kinda diff now. 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