<?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-6604339935426138191</id><updated>2011-07-31T12:29:51.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Shut Up and Listen</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-like2whine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604339935426138191/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-like2whine.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03503338149816141642</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>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604339935426138191.post-3374954672327482711</id><published>2010-07-14T20:01:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T00:06:35.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At home with the leng cai and leng lui</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cough..cough...cough...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forced to put up that title.. With a knife pointed at my throat!! hehehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nola.... my dearest leng cai and leng lui.. I was just kidding... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love you guys a lot... *hugs and kisses*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Holidays has started again. After a 10month break, i'm only greeted by a short stupid 2weeks break. Only friggin 2weeks!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And as for today, we've ran out of things to do already. We are so "wu liao" until this is what we have came up with.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sprawling all our MU jerseys that we bought over the past 2 days in the living room :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/TD3bj4pZc7I/AAAAAAAAAN8/FkLeXy7ebUM/s400/CIMG2342.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See laa.. Are we siao already or what leh???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But look at the amounts of jersey that we have.. Don't be jealous ok! Hehehehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There was a cheap sale at JJB. And all the above was bought at either 10 or 15pounds.. for 1 jersey. Not too bad eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And as usual, there'll be some picture taking session 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;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/TD3ddu5xtEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Hq9ir4Jld3U/s400/CIMG2354.JPG" /&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 src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/TD3d1KJIiKI/AAAAAAAAAOU/ucUTFhddlYs/s400/CIMG2362.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look at us laa.. we have nothing better to do already. The author in the middle of the leng cai and leng lui (ahem..) hehehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, things have been like that for the past few days. Taking a break from ARI.. And this is how we use our non-hospital free time. &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 src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/TD3fMtAf5tI/AAAAAAAAAOc/oQEPJb81Uak/s400/CIMG2364.JPG" /&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 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ok already.. need to put time into good use liao..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NAP TIME... zzzzzzzzzzzzzz&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 style="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/6604339935426138191-3374954672327482711?l=i-like2whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-like2whine.blogspot.com/feeds/3374954672327482711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://i-like2whine.blogspot.com/2010/07/at-home-with-1-leng-cai-and-leng-lui.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604339935426138191/posts/default/3374954672327482711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604339935426138191/posts/default/3374954672327482711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-like2whine.blogspot.com/2010/07/at-home-with-1-leng-cai-and-leng-lui.html' title='At home with the leng cai and leng lui'/><author><name>ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03503338149816141642</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/_NOEyptObu38/TD3bj4pZc7I/AAAAAAAAAN8/FkLeXy7ebUM/s72-c/CIMG2342.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604339935426138191.post-5596801530093069755</id><published>2010-07-01T05:33:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T06:14:52.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In a whole other world</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've realised I have not posted anything in a long long time. So according to people, I usually blame other things rather than me when things ain't going right. And so, if this is the case, I blame Aberdeen. Aberdeen has made me lazy!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, this is it.. This is where I am now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/TCu5cHooYEI/AAAAAAAAANM/8sbJUPxDIxE/s1600/CIMG1162.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/TCu5cHooYEI/AAAAAAAAANM/8sbJUPxDIxE/s400/CIMG1162.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's not always this sunny. Damn...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;All the way far up north in the icy cold Scotland. Well its not to say that cold now. I've managed to break into a sweat a couple of times already. Believe me, after being in the cold for so long, you can't imagine how glad I am that I can finally sweat it out. Yay!! Haha.. fine, I'm being a bit weird already.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far, life has been a bliss. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/TCu7GmNSpII/AAAAAAAAANU/AVO53FC6Opk/s400/CIMG1179.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With eating sprees.. Yeeessss!!! Foooood...&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 src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/TCu71l7mVrI/AAAAAAAAANc/_GJoFwH6ZiI/s400/CIMG1608.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And amazing getaways.. &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 src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/TCu9KAfvc4I/AAAAAAAAANk/aTkBri4ZaBM/s400/CIMG1753.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pingpong matches!!! &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 src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/TCu9wyCSnNI/AAAAAAAAANs/MHeD43ilA5w/s400/CIMG1267.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And Dimsum every now and then.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So all in all, Aberdeen is not that bad "yet". I still get some sunshine.. At least for now =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;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Anyway, classes has started. Am trying to cope as well as I can. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I wish all my friend's the best of luck in whatever block you're in!!!! Will always look forward to weekends to see you guys. Xoxo..&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;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Go Rafa!! With roger out of the competition.. just win the damn title already will you!! =P&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="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604339935426138191-5596801530093069755?l=i-like2whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-like2whine.blogspot.com/feeds/5596801530093069755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://i-like2whine.blogspot.com/2010/07/in-whole-other-world.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604339935426138191/posts/default/5596801530093069755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604339935426138191/posts/default/5596801530093069755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-like2whine.blogspot.com/2010/07/in-whole-other-world.html' title='In a whole other world'/><author><name>ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03503338149816141642</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/_NOEyptObu38/TCu5cHooYEI/AAAAAAAAANM/8sbJUPxDIxE/s72-c/CIMG1162.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604339935426138191.post-1317493965396319924</id><published>2010-04-03T09:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T09:25:28.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LoNdON!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/S7aVkJZlqdI/AAAAAAAAAMs/k4PxwgA4kFI/s1600/CIMG0409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/S7aVkJZlqdI/AAAAAAAAAMs/k4PxwgA4kFI/s400/CIMG0409.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455712446837008850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yay!!! The author has finally reached the other side of the world. Ready to start a fun and amazing life in the UK. (Well at least b4 classes starts!! B4 cham..cham...cham.. study study study..  =(    oh no.. Haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/S7aXoiLYYEI/AAAAAAAAAM0/u2ZoSKZyazM/s400/CIMG0423.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just wanna tell everyone that i'm fine. Thanks for all those phone calls and emails wondering how i'm doing.  Will update again soon..  ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ps: the guards in the pictures,,, they do laugh!!! they do!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604339935426138191-1317493965396319924?l=i-like2whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-like2whine.blogspot.com/feeds/1317493965396319924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://i-like2whine.blogspot.com/2010/04/london.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604339935426138191/posts/default/1317493965396319924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604339935426138191/posts/default/1317493965396319924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-like2whine.blogspot.com/2010/04/london.html' title='LoNdON!!!!'/><author><name>ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03503338149816141642</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/_NOEyptObu38/S7aVkJZlqdI/AAAAAAAAAMs/k4PxwgA4kFI/s72-c/CIMG0409.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604339935426138191.post-6612026864191673184</id><published>2010-03-17T17:18:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T18:11:51.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only 10 more days??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;I initially started with a 10 month break, but now I've officially got 10more days left back in KL before I have to leave for aberdeen. That is the last double digit number I've got left before the countdown is left to only single digits. =0 Omigosh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;As it may seem a bit sad to do a countdown, I've decided I'm gonna try my best not to count the days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;I am kinda sad. ("I wont even try to deny the fact.") But maybe its just cause this is my first time going "pretty far" away all on my own. In fact, I don't think I've ever gone abroad without mom and dad. See this is what happens when you're too attached to home like me. Always being a mommy and daddy's girl. Becoming tooo "siu jeh" at times too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;So no matter how much I do not wanna go ("I do not wanna leave home so badly right now!!!"), theres a little part of me that is telling me that I must do this. If not, I will never learn to be independent and decide for myself. I'll just be stuck in this phase of life forever!! ("Ok, i'm probably over exaggerating a little, but its kinda true")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;But sometimes, I also wish I could runaway from reality. If only I could be like Alice. She went to wonderland when she could not make a decision. Wonder if I could do that too?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Neh.. imagination has gone too far.. Need to come back to reality... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;But its never too wrong for one to imagine and dream, right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/S6Cn5UlWEGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/MSVPLBrcbjw/s400/10453302_gal.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Right.. time to snap out of it. Dreaming a little too much at the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;10more days to go! =O ("Please, no more counting after this" )&lt;/span&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/6604339935426138191-6612026864191673184?l=i-like2whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-like2whine.blogspot.com/feeds/6612026864191673184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://i-like2whine.blogspot.com/2010/03/only-10-more-days.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604339935426138191/posts/default/6612026864191673184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604339935426138191/posts/default/6612026864191673184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-like2whine.blogspot.com/2010/03/only-10-more-days.html' title='Only 10 more days??'/><author><name>ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03503338149816141642</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/_NOEyptObu38/S6Cn5UlWEGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/MSVPLBrcbjw/s72-c/10453302_gal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604339935426138191.post-2308262864343626405</id><published>2010-03-05T01:19:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T02:20:33.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You be the judge</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;A few days ago, I just heard this sentence. "Don't judge a book by its cover". So we're not suppose to do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;Too bad that even though sometimes you don't do this to others, others will still do it to you ie. judge you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;No kidding. I just went to the hospital a few days ago to get a chest x-ray done. (Nope, I'm not sick- just some formality for my studies in the uk soon) No need to say which hospital ok. I'm sure you all can guess where I went. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;Anyway, when I got to the nurses counter at the x-ray department, I was greeted by 2 'not so friendly' nurses. Fine.. I get it, they are extremely busy. But can at least smile ah?? I remember asking a fairly simple question which went something like this, "I'm furthering my studies to the UK and I'd like to get a chest x-ray done. Can I do it here now?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;To which the nurse replied after looking at me, "Yes we do it here, but you need a letter from your doctor. We won't do it without the doctor's letter. And if its too expensive for you, I think you should go somewhere else to get it done. You don't have to come back here"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;(Thought bubble playing in my head..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;woah how much does an x-ray actually costs.  I've never had one in a long long time, so expensive ar???)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;So I'm sure you could guess my next question.. Of course its the one dealing with $$$$.. The 'how much I have to pay for it' question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;"It costs RM37.00"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;RM37.00!! You see!! I think it was what I was wearing the other day. Just because I had my quite short pair of shorts and a pair of my sleeveless shirt on, the nurse thinks that I could not even afford to whip up RM37.00 for my x-ray. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;"If its too expensive for you, I think you should go somewhere else to get it done."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;See how some people judge from what you have on yourself.. Its a hundred degrees outside. I can wear what I want .. Maybe I could have gone a little overboard with shorts and sleeveless T to the hospital, but still... Never judge a person with just one look. Its not very nice lor..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;PS; I still cannot figure out how I'm gonna pack all my stuff for my very long trip. How to fit everything withing a 30kg limit. How do people do it. This is insane. How do people pack light?? I probably have around 50kg worth of stuff to bring over. Kumar &amp;amp; Clark is already 3kg!!!! oh shit..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&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/6604339935426138191-2308262864343626405?l=i-like2whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-like2whine.blogspot.com/feeds/2308262864343626405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://i-like2whine.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-be-judge.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604339935426138191/posts/default/2308262864343626405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604339935426138191/posts/default/2308262864343626405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-like2whine.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-be-judge.html' title='You be the judge'/><author><name>ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03503338149816141642</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604339935426138191.post-7467668136206286957</id><published>2010-01-29T12:15:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T13:01:15.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I still need to learn when hitting the fuzzy yellow ball over the net…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;You can win. But, sometimes you might also lose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;It’s a bitter feeling, but sometimes you’ve got to accept it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/S2JjdPEZddI/AAAAAAAAALs/2RlQ-WOCygM/s320/cartoon_759.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt; Sometimes, decisions need to be made quickly. Hitting the ball down the line (to the opponent’s backhand) or across the court (to the opponent’s forehand) can change everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt; Always be yourself! Play your own game during the match. Why follow your opponent and play his game? Bring your own style into the court. Who cares what others think if you really like to go all pink on court.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/S2JlHagHJUI/AAAAAAAAAL0/r3OC4e9EO0s/s320/ist2_5885851-tennis-girl-cartoon-character.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt; Never underestimate the person on the other side of the court. She can be small but boy can she whack the ball!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt; Take advantage of every opportunity you’ve got to make that shot a winner. If you miss it, it might never happen again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt; Every point counts. A point may change the outcome of a game, which changes the outcome of the set, which in turn changes the outcome of the match.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/S2JnBJNG-7I/AAAAAAAAAME/elF7uV7wIAw/s320/Tennis_Match.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt; Run for every ball. Make your opponent play that extra shot. Why let her win so easily? Even if you lose, heck at least you made her work for her win.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/S2JoTYrFQrI/AAAAAAAAAMM/lDweVdZFnbU/s320/running" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt; If the fuzzy ball comes back at you really fast and hard, be calm and block the ball back. No point giving it a powerful swing as it’ll probably end up flying out of the court.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;If you’ve made a mistake, there’s always another chance to redeem yourself. Don’t freak out yet, but give it another try. That’s what the 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt; serve is for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/S2JmdbDh7VI/AAAAAAAAAL8/YkGoyidxU94/s320/1387-0509-2113-1549+serve" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt; Never give up half way. The game is never over until the final handshake!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/S2JqcZNBOWI/AAAAAAAAAMc/ZNjH60HLG3A/s400/images+yy" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604339935426138191-7467668136206286957?l=i-like2whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-like2whine.blogspot.com/feeds/7467668136206286957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://i-like2whine.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-i-still-need-to-learn-when-hitting.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604339935426138191/posts/default/7467668136206286957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604339935426138191/posts/default/7467668136206286957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-like2whine.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-i-still-need-to-learn-when-hitting.html' title='What I still need to learn when hitting the fuzzy yellow ball over the net…'/><author><name>ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03503338149816141642</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/_NOEyptObu38/S2JjdPEZddI/AAAAAAAAALs/2RlQ-WOCygM/s72-c/cartoon_759.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604339935426138191.post-515738020532372518</id><published>2010-01-06T02:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T02:52:04.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Much to do about Nothing</title><content type='html'>I usually only blog when I have something in mind. But as I was out with Khee Lung today, he told me that I should blog even though I've got nothing watsoever in my head. Hmm.. something new..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since he's leaving, Okay la dude here's to your Farewell. I have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;N-O-T-H-I-N-G&lt;/span&gt; to write about. (I was literally told to spell it out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;N-O-T-H-I-N-G&lt;/span&gt;.... (Farewell gift 4 u) Haha... Cheers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... actually I do have something to add, Next time if you have something you wanna &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUY&lt;/span&gt; or wanna &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DO&lt;/span&gt;... DO IT... or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUY IT&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; straight away&lt;/span&gt;. Do not wait. Do not think so much. Why wait like me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to endure agony when I realised that my beloved trench coat was no longer on sale at Zara. I think my face showed how dissapointed I was. Khee Lung told me to listen to Jason Mraz- I'm Your's that was playing in the shop to lighten my mood... But it just made me realise that it was like the trench coat singing to me "I could have been bloody yours"... Aaaaarrrrghhh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604339935426138191-515738020532372518?l=i-like2whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-like2whine.blogspot.com/feeds/515738020532372518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://i-like2whine.blogspot.com/2010/01/much-to-do-about-nothing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604339935426138191/posts/default/515738020532372518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604339935426138191/posts/default/515738020532372518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-like2whine.blogspot.com/2010/01/much-to-do-about-nothing.html' title='Much to do about Nothing'/><author><name>ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03503338149816141642</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-6604339935426138191.post-1295695193375459015</id><published>2010-01-04T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T00:31:18.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BYeBye 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hmm.. lets see I've not been updating my blog for quite sometime now. Everyone's saying Hi to 2010. But I'd wanna say Bye to 2009 first. I don't do well with farewells so that's why this post took me so long- lolz... Lame Excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Actually nothing much has been happening. I'm still stuck in home sweet home but enjoying every part of life without the studying part. Muaxxx...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So what is new??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I've stopped working for the whole of December so am currently jobless. Have recently joined the unemployed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My Birthday cake. I had to put it here as it is my favouritest nikko hotel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Strawberry cake&lt;/span&gt; was... It was just heavenly. What more could I ask for?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/Sz4w0CgEXGI/AAAAAAAAAKE/SU7dR3fxF2Y/s1600-h/PC080083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/Sz4w0CgEXGI/AAAAAAAAAKE/SU7dR3fxF2Y/s320/PC080083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421824671983361122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;December had also been the time where I had recently developed a liking for anything Korean. Well since after I've been to Korea and back. Seriously anything korean... Samsung, Boys Over Flowers, Rain, the Korean language, Full House, Sorry Sorry etc.... well maybe all things except kimchi...lolz... yucks.. i cant stand kimchi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Korea Sparkling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- There's a first for everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/Sz5IjL2LD5I/AAAAAAAAAKU/K_CyMnEWQzY/s1600-h/PC150004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/Sz5IjL2LD5I/AAAAAAAAAKU/K_CyMnEWQzY/s320/PC150004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421850770713284498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When we landed, sis and I got so excited that it was so cold until even as we were talking to each other, white smoke were coming out of our mouths. (according to a friend, there should be a term for the smoke- too bad, I dunno the term.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;white smoke&lt;/span&gt; it is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/Sz5K-_xnyMI/AAAAAAAAAKk/vlCT8kx0JJ4/s1600-h/PC150014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/Sz5K-_xnyMI/AAAAAAAAAKk/vlCT8kx0JJ4/s320/PC150014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421853447532562626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First time experiencing weather soooooo cold that we ran indoors where ever and whenever we could!! Taking shelter at the ATM place. Temp for the day.. negative something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/Sz-AJeGs0SI/AAAAAAAAAKs/_ReTdWh81Fo/s1600-h/PC150067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/Sz-AJeGs0SI/AAAAAAAAAKs/_ReTdWh81Fo/s320/PC150067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422193376565711138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the beautiful Jeju Island which was extremely windy. The wind made the whether even colder.... Hands were freezing due to the cold... And I started to have a runny nose..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/Sz-CG7JFDuI/AAAAAAAAAK8/-i9_kZs9kxg/s1600-h/PC150073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/Sz-CG7JFDuI/AAAAAAAAAK8/-i9_kZs9kxg/s320/PC150073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422195531843964642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;However, I still managed to eat the very yummy raw abalone by the sea although it was freezing cold. Yes, I do admit I'm a food addict. Hands actually frozen also can makan!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/Sz-HFC1rIBI/AAAAAAAAALM/VTxwfHoNV68/s1600-h/PC170248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/Sz-HFC1rIBI/AAAAAAAAALM/VTxwfHoNV68/s320/PC170248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422200997108457490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the lake was all frozen in the ancient castle!!!! Yes, the jakun has never seen a frozen lake!! Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/Sz-KzV9enII/AAAAAAAAALc/RaipSv34GF0/s1600-h/PC200394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/Sz-KzV9enII/AAAAAAAAALc/RaipSv34GF0/s320/PC200394.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422205091050331266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Best Korean chocolate I've had there... Cant find it back here =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/S0B5PM1VZNI/AAAAAAAAALk/Y8JSdYM_ifU/s1600-h/PC160068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/S0B5PM1VZNI/AAAAAAAAALk/Y8JSdYM_ifU/s320/PC160068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422467253404001490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I didn't realise that I get happy just by looking at colourful trees... Hope that there better be more of these in Aberdeen. And please dun be so cold there!! I'll love you even more if you promise not to be so cold in the winter  ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ok,... enough bout Korea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seremban&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then afta Korea, I took a slow tortoise drive with khee lung down to &lt;span&gt;Seremban&lt;/span&gt; to hand in my attachment letter and to visit my buddies and to celebrate Qian Hui's birthday. To which I just realised that I should be calling the hospital lady to ask her if I had gotten a place or not. Damn.. so forgetful.&lt;br /&gt;Note the things &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I would never do&lt;/span&gt; again in Seremban:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Think that I know the way when I actually dont. One small wrong turn and I gotta go one whole big round again&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Think that the weather would be cooling there. Its always bloody hot.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Visit Seremban Parade. Quote from a friend, KL- "Any mall in Cheras would be better than this place". At least, I think that is what he said.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;New Years Eve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marks the day in which I realised how scarily indecisive I can be. Not good. So not good. Must learn how to decide fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally ByeBye 2009. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Haloo 2010!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &gt;.&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604339935426138191-1295695193375459015?l=i-like2whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-like2whine.blogspot.com/feeds/1295695193375459015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://i-like2whine.blogspot.com/2010/01/byebye-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604339935426138191/posts/default/1295695193375459015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604339935426138191/posts/default/1295695193375459015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-like2whine.blogspot.com/2010/01/byebye-2009.html' title='BYeBye 2009'/><author><name>ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03503338149816141642</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/_NOEyptObu38/Sz4w0CgEXGI/AAAAAAAAAKE/SU7dR3fxF2Y/s72-c/PC080083.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604339935426138191.post-7444384163603033167</id><published>2009-12-12T03:06:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T04:07:31.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haaiyo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Oh the start of the Holiday season. My favourite..... Ever been to Bangsar Shopping Center? Well the place is really decorated when it comes to the Christmas season. Really got lots of Christmas Spirit there. Christmas tree, mistletoe, presents, photo with santa.. you name it, they've got it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/SyKbqhdt8SI/AAAAAAAAAJs/sUpuC_IY47Y/s1600-h/Image330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/SyKbqhdt8SI/AAAAAAAAAJs/sUpuC_IY47Y/s320/Image330.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414060856892584226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/SyKiZevnqoI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/LrI4x2YNxko/s1600-h/Image335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/SyKiZevnqoI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/LrI4x2YNxko/s320/Image335.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414068260685982338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hmm.. they did look better in real life. I need a better camera!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, this post is not about the decorations in BSC. It was about how I got really offended by a saleswoman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/SyKdUT8UhNI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/cQZ_WufiKyE/s1600-h/Image337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/SyKdUT8UhNI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/cQZ_WufiKyE/s320/Image337.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414062674328978642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;See those soft toys.. those cute bears and puppies and kitty cats.. Well, of course I took them off the shelf and held them. I mean who would not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Then out of no where, a grumpy old sulky saleswoman jumped out at me and told me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;"If you're not going to buy it, please do not hold them. Your hands will dirty them. Plus they are all retail prices, no discount here."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;What a B@$%H!!! If she didn't want people touching them, just wrap them up in plastic bags for goodness sake. And even if I wanted to buy them, I would have to take them and hold them to see if they were in good condition. Am I right?? And how dirty could my hands have been?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Just because I was wearing shorts and slippers, does not mean I do not have cash to pay for that teddy bear or kitty cat. Never judge someone by just looking at them. Not much Christmas Spirit in her. She should have been &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;FIRED!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Anyway, I just walked away from that place. Did not want to make a big fuss though I really felt like I should have thrown the teddy bear on the floor and then walk away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;What would you have done?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;"Hmmm... I should have told her off!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604339935426138191-7444384163603033167?l=i-like2whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-like2whine.blogspot.com/feeds/7444384163603033167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://i-like2whine.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-should-had-told-her-off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604339935426138191/posts/default/7444384163603033167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604339935426138191/posts/default/7444384163603033167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-like2whine.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-should-had-told-her-off.html' title='Haaiyo...'/><author><name>ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03503338149816141642</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/_NOEyptObu38/SyKbqhdt8SI/AAAAAAAAAJs/sUpuC_IY47Y/s72-c/Image330.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604339935426138191.post-1030117400801372916</id><published>2009-12-06T00:29:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T02:16:11.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; was watching My Sister's Keeper the other day and was thinking how lucky I am to have my sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I love my sister very much... And why is that??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;hmmm...let me see...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;She has the "I dunno, I dun care attitude"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She laughs out laud (really laud) when watching disney channel / playhouse disney cartoons.. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I play tennis doubles with her, I just have to merely stand there to make up the number and get out of the way but still win the match ;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can steal her clothes and wear them and she'll only realise when I come home at the end of the day..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She'll still volunteer as my personal stimulated patient although she's so ticklish. Make me laugh so much on the eve of OSCE when I'm supposed to be serious...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She'll let me hit her with her teddy bear and will hit the teddy bear back in anger, not me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She'll tell me things are alright even though they are not&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She looks out for me.. yep if we were to go overseas together, my younger sis would be the one looking after me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She's my walking calculator when we go out to eat. She counts the bills so fast.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She wants to watch Astroboy because he has machine guns sticking out of his butt.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She makes my decisions for me when I cant.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She knows me so well that with one look she knows what I'm up to- so not good for me though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She's having war with the lizards at home. Killing them one by one by trying to step on them- As if that'll work. MayMay -1.. Lizards-2..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She cried for Marley and Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Coz she lurves me too  =)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Muaxxx &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604339935426138191-1030117400801372916?l=i-like2whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-like2whine.blogspot.com/feeds/1030117400801372916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://i-like2whine.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-sister.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604339935426138191/posts/default/1030117400801372916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604339935426138191/posts/default/1030117400801372916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-like2whine.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-sister.html' title='My Sister'/><author><name>ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03503338149816141642</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-6604339935426138191.post-3371180014360458030</id><published>2009-11-25T09:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T09:44:40.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Bao Bei...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=" color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;So I've just realised that my blog don't really have pictures of living beings. Hmm.. come, let me introduce you to My Rottweilers!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/Swd2GihHECI/AAAAAAAAAH0/KEQqPPzX3Mc/s1600/PB200062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/Swd2GihHECI/AAAAAAAAAH0/KEQqPPzX3Mc/s320/PB200062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406419732398542882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now, the one to the left is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sidney&lt;/span&gt; and the one on the right is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SamSam&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Cute or not??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love them to bits. Sidney is the alpha male and SamSam is a female doggie. SamSam is pure breed but Sidney is mixed. Notice how Sidney is smaller than SamSam... Poor thing.. Always kena bully by SamSam. Once, SamSam's huge butt knocked him over the edge and he fell of the stairs. Haiyo.. And when they fight, Sidney will always lose as SamSam would climb over him every single time.&lt;br /&gt;See, that's what he get for not eating and always wanting to diet. Then SamSam would also eat his food after she has finished hers. And that is why one must eat more to survive!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/Swv7zWKCfMI/AAAAAAAAAIU/NyqFufaXI0Q/s1600/PB200061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/Swv7zWKCfMI/AAAAAAAAAIU/NyqFufaXI0Q/s320/PB200061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407692637127998658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;As a girly dog, SamSam like to camwhore too... Isn't she pretty??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;Whenever I tried to take pictures of Sidney, she would try to pull me away by tugging onto my hair...Poor Sidney and poor me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/Swv9dc7nmLI/AAAAAAAAAIc/uUEeWcpNhxo/s1600/PB210078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/Swv9dc7nmLI/AAAAAAAAAIc/uUEeWcpNhxo/s200/PB210078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407694460012697778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/Swv-BCiIuSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/6qXwCQe_f2E/s1600/PB210079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/Swv-BCiIuSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/6qXwCQe_f2E/s200/PB210079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407695071401785634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;Told you SamSam likes the limelight. That is why I could not get many pictures of Sidney..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/Swv_M-3nLVI/AAAAAAAAAIs/xpEFZ6vM9ok/s1600/PB210077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/Swv_M-3nLVI/AAAAAAAAAIs/xpEFZ6vM9ok/s320/PB210077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407696376088178002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;Alright, I found one of Sidney. However, he looks pretty sad here.. I think it was probably cause I woke him up from his afternoon nap. Sorry....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;Okay, so the above two rottweilers are my dogs. Now I'm gonna let you see my neighbour's dogs that I also love and must pet everytime I walk by their house. Or sometimes when we drive past, I'll ask mom to stop the car and I would run down and give them a pet on their heads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/SwwBx4MLkzI/AAAAAAAAAJM/MZSdnYOdaKc/s1600/Image293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/SwwBx4MLkzI/AAAAAAAAAJM/MZSdnYOdaKc/s320/Image293.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407699208973816626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;As I had no idea what her real name is, I just call her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ji Bao Bei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt; cause she reminded me so much of a cute dog from a drama I've watched last time. And to my surprise, she responds to that name whenever I call her. Ji Bao Bei would jump up and down but sometimes bites (friendly bite) whenever we stop over to sayang her. A very active and playful pup. Muaxxxx.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/SwwD00TU3TI/AAAAAAAAAJU/JMJzLdfeYeI/s1600/Image290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/SwwD00TU3TI/AAAAAAAAAJU/JMJzLdfeYeI/s200/Image290.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407701458492906802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/SwwBBtruNfI/AAAAAAAAAI0/nbtSu0lHU5I/s1600/Image287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/SwwBBtruNfI/AAAAAAAAAI0/nbtSu0lHU5I/s320/Image287.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407698381519599090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ji Bao Bei... So cute....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ji Bao Bei also has an elder brother. Since I have no idea what his name is as well, sis and I call him &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chow Chow&lt;/span&gt;... Coz he looks like a little lion and is pretty smelly sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/SwwEzD1x8FI/AAAAAAAAAJc/hOSa98lOQNI/s1600/Image289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/SwwEzD1x8FI/AAAAAAAAAJc/hOSa98lOQNI/s320/Image289.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407702527815839826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Baby Chow Chow  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;My offer letter to Aberdeen just came. And what a coincidence, mom just told me a few days ago to get a list and start writing down stuff that I should pack along when I go over there. But knowing me, as such a last minute person, would I even think of a list right now... No way Jose!! But to make mom happy, she wanted a list.. Fine, I made a list. So far... I've already got 4 necessities that I NEED &amp;amp; MUST BRING OVER!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/SwwMFeJAbLI/AAAAAAAAAJk/10M-B14DzXY/s1600/PB210072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/SwwMFeJAbLI/AAAAAAAAAJk/10M-B14DzXY/s320/PB210072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407710540694842546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;Since I could not bring my living bao bei there, I can only bring my non-living ones. Even if I can't fit them into my 20kg luggage limit, I swear I'll hand carry them on board (not like I've never done it before)... The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pig, puppy, polar and panda bear&lt;/span&gt; will hail to Scotland with me. I'll make sis bring my giant pooh bearbear (My SP for OSCE practise...) when she comes to visit later on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;Everyone needs something to make them feel at home when they are away.. And these would be my something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604339935426138191-3371180014360458030?l=i-like2whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-like2whine.blogspot.com/feeds/3371180014360458030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://i-like2whine.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-bao-bei.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604339935426138191/posts/default/3371180014360458030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604339935426138191/posts/default/3371180014360458030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-like2whine.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-bao-bei.html' title='My Bao Bei...'/><author><name>ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03503338149816141642</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/_NOEyptObu38/Swd2GihHECI/AAAAAAAAAH0/KEQqPPzX3Mc/s72-c/PB200062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604339935426138191.post-1799647351680719217</id><published>2009-11-24T00:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T01:53:11.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mrs. World</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Had no choice but to follow mom and watch Mrs. World today cause she was holding the remote.. Yep you didnt read it wrong alright. It was Mrs. World indeed. Not Miss... At 1st I thought I was watching Miss also... Until I realised why were they all thirty something women... Not the usual you know, young looking ... 18,19 year olds..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/Swq8L9ZQOpI/AAAAAAAAAIM/DRw7-J5A1p0/s1600/mrsworld-vietnam-logoofficialsite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 182px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/Swq8L9ZQOpI/AAAAAAAAAIM/DRw7-J5A1p0/s320/mrsworld-vietnam-logoofficialsite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407341216256768658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;What I found really funny was when the announcer said that there were only 3 criteria for a woman to enter this beauty pageant. They were:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;She would have to be married&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She would have to be more than 18 years of age or more&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She would have to be a citizen of the country that she is representing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I was thinking to myself and decided that the announcer had forgotten the most important criteria of all.... "That she would have to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;BEAUTIFUL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;". You know what I mean. At least must look presentable lor. If not, any tom, dick and harry also that you pick from the street can enter laa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;The show was hilarious. Some of them could not even walk properly in heels. And to top it off, last year winner had to show off her opera skills. As if I'm interested in what the last year winner can do. At least show what this year's contestants are talented in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604339935426138191-1799647351680719217?l=i-like2whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-like2whine.blogspot.com/feeds/1799647351680719217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://i-like2whine.blogspot.com/2009/11/mrs-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604339935426138191/posts/default/1799647351680719217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604339935426138191/posts/default/1799647351680719217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-like2whine.blogspot.com/2009/11/mrs-world.html' title='Mrs. World'/><author><name>ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03503338149816141642</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/_NOEyptObu38/Swq8L9ZQOpI/AAAAAAAAAIM/DRw7-J5A1p0/s72-c/mrsworld-vietnam-logoofficialsite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604339935426138191.post-5737667577854083428</id><published>2009-11-10T14:05:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T17:00:17.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If Only...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;Yes!!! I've found the one!!!! The one and only one that I should have. Ever felt that, that something should be yours and yours only? That you would just look and be perfect when you're with it?? That you'd just feel so special if you have it......If only it was mine............... Then I can wear it whenever I want.. Yes I was talking a bout a Trench Coat. What else can IT be?? Hahhaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;I found my beloved at Zara Pavilion a few days ago. Once I wore it, I did not wanna take it off. It felt so soft on the inside and it looked good on the outside. I should have taken a picture of it but phone was out of battery. The amount of times I spent turning left, then right, then twirl around.... I think mom got fed up-she left me half way. Yea.. I've gone a bit mad that day. And then I took it off. Took a walk around the shop to see what Nigel and Nicholas were up to... Then went back to the rack, took the coat and tried it on again. =] Told ya I was a  little crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;Nigel got a really cool jacket that day. Biker style.. haha.. Now all he needs are additional leather gloves and dark glasses.. Just kidding. The jacket looked really nice on him and it was reasonable as well. So &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;"Things at Zara are not that expensive, you just have to know where to look"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;Or so I was told, but that statement SO DID NOT apply to my beloved trench. Costing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;RM499.00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;!!!! NO DISCOUNT!!! NO REBATE!!! NO NOTHING!!!! It costs half of my one month's salary!! How am I gonna get it?? Would anyone really spend nearly half of 1K just to get a coat? I know Becky Bloomwood would.. (The girl from Confessions of a Shopaholic- Dont watch the movie. The book is way better) She would have gotten it in 2 colours. But I'm not Becky Bloomwood YET. If not that coat would be in my closet right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;Went for shopping at Mid Valley yesterday. And I think you can guess what I did. Yep... I went into Zara to try on that coat again.. I could not help myself. Hahha... Should I buy it?? RM499.00 for a coat... Should I???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;Sigh.. If only it was on sale... If only there was a 50% discount.. If only my pay was higher... If only I could have gotten an end year bonus.. Dream on... I'm dreaming right now... Really am....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/SvkXXn0_WXI/AAAAAAAAAHs/vZWSj6xjqks/s1600-h/trench+coat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/SvkXXn0_WXI/AAAAAAAAAHs/vZWSj6xjqks/s320/trench+coat.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402374922603288946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok since I dont really have the picture, imagine this.. But the one I want is a whole lot better  ;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604339935426138191-5737667577854083428?l=i-like2whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-like2whine.blogspot.com/feeds/5737667577854083428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://i-like2whine.blogspot.com/2009/11/if-only_10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604339935426138191/posts/default/5737667577854083428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604339935426138191/posts/default/5737667577854083428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-like2whine.blogspot.com/2009/11/if-only_10.html' title='If Only...'/><author><name>ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03503338149816141642</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/_NOEyptObu38/SvkXXn0_WXI/AAAAAAAAAHs/vZWSj6xjqks/s72-c/trench+coat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604339935426138191.post-1341421821709815528</id><published>2009-11-03T17:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T00:23:09.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Personally Declared WAR Against The Typewriter!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/Su_98wTMxlI/AAAAAAAAAHU/u4I7KRfmk7Q/s1600-h/typo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/Su_98wTMxlI/AAAAAAAAAHU/u4I7KRfmk7Q/s320/typo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399813698439923282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why??&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;1) Its Stupid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Its dumb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Had never use 1 in my life till today -So its not really needed in one's life ( I Hope I really dont need it in the future!! Please oh please...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Makes a hell of a noise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) Has to sit in a place that makes you sweat like crazy when you type&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) Cant simply delete- Must go back to the original position than only can delete... So you'll have to measure here and there- Siao...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) Can never figure out the margins...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) Takes ages for me to just type a simple thing... REALLY LONG LONG TIME!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I JUST HATE USING U... WHO EVER INVENTED SUCH A THING?!?!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/Su_-g51DnWI/AAAAAAAAAHk/miJhMeN6s54/s1600-h/typewriter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/Su_-g51DnWI/AAAAAAAAAHk/miJhMeN6s54/s320/typewriter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399814319473139042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604339935426138191-1341421821709815528?l=i-like2whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-like2whine.blogspot.com/feeds/1341421821709815528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://i-like2whine.blogspot.com/2009/11/has-personally-declared-war-against.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604339935426138191/posts/default/1341421821709815528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604339935426138191/posts/default/1341421821709815528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-like2whine.blogspot.com/2009/11/has-personally-declared-war-against.html' title='I&apos;ve Personally Declared WAR Against The Typewriter!!!'/><author><name>ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03503338149816141642</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/_NOEyptObu38/Su_98wTMxlI/AAAAAAAAAHU/u4I7KRfmk7Q/s72-c/typo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604339935426138191.post-9020468937162249121</id><published>2009-11-01T00:29:00.040+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T04:19:05.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday FOOD Extravagance!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yummy...yummy...yummy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nasi kandar&lt;/span&gt; on Saturday &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12am&lt;/span&gt;. Right on time... Yep... u didnt read it wrong, alright. I only went for nasi at past 12am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/SuxvjHhGcvI/AAAAAAAAAE0/s0G1O9cqQYA/s1600-h/20091031_10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/SuxvjHhGcvI/AAAAAAAAAE0/s0G1O9cqQYA/s200/20091031_10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398812702414369522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/Suxq6dmi4LI/AAAAAAAAAEk/2kDuZAYvLLY/s1600-h/20091031_05.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/Suxq6dmi4LI/AAAAAAAAAEk/2kDuZAYvLLY/s320/20091031_05.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398807605921636530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See my plate of nasi kandar!!! Very the ho chiak!! Every type of curry and some special curry spice was poured onto the rice. I even asked for lebih kuah that night. On the far left in my nasi kandar picture is the dark coloured  curry chicken. And I can never go to mamak without ordering my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;limau ais&lt;/span&gt;. That one is my must have!! If no this, then must have milo ais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/Suxud0IHemI/AAAAAAAAAEs/UZrPTixYWEs/s1600-h/20091031_09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/Suxud0IHemI/AAAAAAAAAEs/UZrPTixYWEs/s320/20091031_09.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398811511798332002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one is with fried chicken instead. Not too bad also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tennis buddy and coach once told me before that I was not considered a true Malaysian until I've had my share of nasi kandar. And since my first try, I really liked it till today. I've tried nasi kandar in many places but still, I find the one in SS2- Original Kayu the best. (The one along the SS2 pasar malam). But mind you, its not cheap. A plate with just chicken cost me RM6 that night. I went there once with a good friend of mine (who has not tried nasi kandar before) and instead of just chicken, we decided to add mutton to the chicken- costing us more than RM10 EACH PLATE. I actually got a shock of my life that day when the waiter told me my bill. I just didn't tell my friend how in shock I was. Wonder if he got a shock too?? Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/Suxx9PANI-I/AAAAAAAAAE8/Svlfz_swSMw/s1600-h/20091031_12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/Suxx9PANI-I/AAAAAAAAAE8/Svlfz_swSMw/s200/20091031_12.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398815350123733986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/SuxylMFUfyI/AAAAAAAAAFE/MFW9NWmPQwE/s1600-h/20091031_13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/SuxylMFUfyI/AAAAAAAAAFE/MFW9NWmPQwE/s320/20091031_13.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398816036534648610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Back to the present. I also ordered &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Roti Tissue&lt;/span&gt; that night. There those pictures above is the roti tissue lor. At first I didn't even know what it was. I just pointed to my neighbours table and told the waiter, "Ya I nak itu". That was when the waiter told me that the "itu" I wanted was roti tissue. Now this is no ordinary roti tissue. It is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 plates long&lt;/span&gt; and is covered in condensed milk and sugar. Sweet!!! And Nice!!! And soooo Crispy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/Sux8RI31Q4I/AAAAAAAAAFU/8SiMQeF7JHM/s1600-h/20091031_14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/Sux8RI31Q4I/AAAAAAAAAFU/8SiMQeF7JHM/s200/20091031_14.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398826687191663490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How could dinner be complete without &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ais kacang tambah ais krim&lt;/span&gt; on the top???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I had dinner at 12am and I went to bed at 2am. Very unhealthy. My policy again "Eat first, worry later laaaa"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came Saturday morning (Got up past noon but still morning to me) ... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MUFFINS &lt;/span&gt;day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/Sux-UugE00I/AAAAAAAAAFc/ht8kD7uBH6g/s1600-h/Image265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/Sux-UugE00I/AAAAAAAAAFc/ht8kD7uBH6g/s200/Image265.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398828947855430466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/Sux-wha-7II/AAAAAAAAAFk/-7MB8E5maro/s1600-h/Image268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/Sux-wha-7II/AAAAAAAAAFk/-7MB8E5maro/s200/Image268.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398829425380748418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/Sux_IWkyaiI/AAAAAAAAAFs/EMQ9yj3gsFM/s1600-h/Image267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/Sux_IWkyaiI/AAAAAAAAAFs/EMQ9yj3gsFM/s200/Image267.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398829834785942050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Made&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Blueberry&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chocolate Chip&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Muffins&lt;/span&gt; with mom on saturday morning/noon. I did the folding aka mixing too. Hard work you know. Ever tried raw flour, butter, sugar, baking powder, milk and eggs?? Eh it's actually not too bad. Reminded me of my IMU orientation. Just that it didn't taste that good coming out of my T-shirt and hair the last time ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go. Freshly baked  homemade muffins......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/SuyD2E2WHKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/GBp_Z4LbEbo/s1600-h/20091031_19.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/SuyD2E2WHKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/GBp_Z4LbEbo/s320/20091031_19.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398835018348240034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eh these are real muffins... Not copy paste from cookbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Another picture of the muffins... Looks pretty or not :D  I think they turned out okay. At least none were burnt. Taste pretty good too. My experiment with Milo on 1 of them turned out way toooo sweet though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/SuyNgba7DGI/AAAAAAAAAHM/o_EttGhuJ7w/s1600-h/20091031_20.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/SuyNgba7DGI/AAAAAAAAAHM/o_EttGhuJ7w/s320/20091031_20.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398845641566391394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was also the very nice &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Luk Mei Tong Sui&lt;/span&gt; that Mr. Yap brought for me and khee lung all the way from Jalan Ipoh  to klcc. Thank you Mr. Yap. Hehehe.. As I was too sleepy to eat it after nasi kandar on friday, I only had it the day after. Cheap and nice and still fresh even after being kept for one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/SuyLmyXoFrI/AAAAAAAAAHE/N9RXoGmY_zU/s1600-h/Image269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/SuyLmyXoFrI/AAAAAAAAAHE/N9RXoGmY_zU/s320/Image269.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398843551782540978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Err... It doesn't look so nice in this picture though. It didn't look this bad in real life. Seriously... Right Mr. Yap?? Right Mr. Yong??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay... so we've gone from rice to roti to muffins.... tong sui... oh I forgot the ais kacang... So what is the other thing I didnt eat yet??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Noodle&lt;/span&gt;... More specific would be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pan Mee&lt;/span&gt;. How can I eat everything and leave this one out rite? No way!! Theres this restaurant called Kin Kin in Pandan Indah (next to the Kesas Highway), and its my favourite place for pan mee. It was introduced to me by a fellow IMU batchmate of mine. Warning: Do not go there during lunch time. Either go before or after lunch as you'd have to wait to just find a table if you go there during lunch hours. Coach!! I shall bring you there 1 day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/SuyG-jVaxPI/AAAAAAAAAGU/VVz-jBTKWeE/s1600-h/Image271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/SuyG-jVaxPI/AAAAAAAAAGU/VVz-jBTKWeE/s200/Image271.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398838462505469170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/SuyHUGRx2fI/AAAAAAAAAGc/NLUG0PPh-BE/s1600-h/Image273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/SuyHUGRx2fI/AAAAAAAAAGc/NLUG0PPh-BE/s200/Image273.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398838832662698482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/SuyIDTcawRI/AAAAAAAAAGk/lmWfo3cahUk/s1600-h/Image274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/SuyIDTcawRI/AAAAAAAAAGk/lmWfo3cahUk/s200/Image274.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398839643650834706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Err...the far left is chee sui (soup) and those in the middle and the right is the kwan loh ones. Need to eat both maa.... Then only syok.&lt;br /&gt;A lot of my IMU friends have tried this before and I'm sure they would agree with me that the pan mee here is really GUUUUUUD. Lol...&lt;br /&gt;Remember what the secret ingredient was???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/SuyJjE1P1yI/AAAAAAAAAG0/gvpau1gnec4/s1600-h/Image276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/SuyJjE1P1yI/AAAAAAAAAG0/gvpau1gnec4/s200/Image276.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398841288995886882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The chili flakes lor.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So see the amount of food I had in 1 Saturday. Actually I somemore had dai chao for dinner and I didn't mention my breakfast- light breakfast. But I think it'll b too much already....&lt;br /&gt;So is it a lot or not?? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604339935426138191-9020468937162249121?l=i-like2whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-like2whine.blogspot.com/feeds/9020468937162249121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://i-like2whine.blogspot.com/2009/11/saturday-food-extravagance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604339935426138191/posts/default/9020468937162249121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604339935426138191/posts/default/9020468937162249121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-like2whine.blogspot.com/2009/11/saturday-food-extravagance.html' title='Saturday FOOD Extravagance!!!!'/><author><name>ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03503338149816141642</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/_NOEyptObu38/SuxvjHhGcvI/AAAAAAAAAE0/s0G1O9cqQYA/s72-c/20091031_10.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604339935426138191.post-2903834072602177999</id><published>2009-10-29T17:24:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T01:14:54.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Do It My Way</title><content type='html'>Malaysians will always be Malaysians. Even when there is no place to squeeze, they must squeeze in to sit down. I was in a jam packed LRT the other day and a lady who was sitting exactly in front of me got down at the KL Sentral Station. Ooh... An empty seat... Should I sit down or give it to the aunty (she looked way older than me) beside me?? I was still thinking until...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A lady who STOOD BEHIND ME had to squeeze and push her big fat giant a** and sat down without even asking if I wanted to sit. May I remind you that she looked younger than me. Excuse me woman...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/Sum2OprutmI/AAAAAAAAAD8/jwCxzVuk7BM/s1600-h/webelephant-cartoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 190px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/Sum2OprutmI/AAAAAAAAAD8/jwCxzVuk7BM/s200/webelephant-cartoon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398045991203944034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not that I was intending to sit, but still... So RUDE!!! How can one be just so ignorant? So you think you're big, you can take my seat is it?? ..... Yep she took &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY&lt;/span&gt; seat. Couldn't say anything about it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone crosses the road, you can somehow tell if that person is Malaysian or not. A Malaysian would cross the road like he/she owns it.. But a non-malaysian would never or more like can never do such a thing as they not as pro as us. While on Jalan Ampang that day, I witnessed a foreigner struggling to cross the road. She managed to get halfway, rocked back and forth before she finally freaked out as a motorcycle was coming her way in the middle of the road. She ran backwards. Ok.. I have to admit I was having a good laugh watching her cross the road.&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, when a Malaysian is crossing the road, its a whole other story all together. They do it until sometimes when you are driving, you'd just wish u could yell at them "Oi lu punya bapak punya jalan ar!!" I was watching a Harith Iskandar stand-up comedy at work one day and found what he said so funny but true. I remember him saying Singaporeans would cross the road only at a certain designated area. And at the designated area, they wait again for the green man to start blinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/SunBJ4XUIYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/8ZjF49vWilU/s1600-h/t.light.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 129px; height: 130px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/SunBJ4XUIYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/8ZjF49vWilU/s200/t.light.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398058003873407362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And only then, they would cross the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But to a Malaysian... Aiyo the whole damn road is a designated area. We cross whenever we want and where ever we want. OMG he is soooooo true. Coz me and my friend do it everyday!!! What to do... We're Malaysians maa...So I'm proud to be one. But I'm still not as pro as my fellow friend yet. Salute you la KheeLung!! Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with our "Oh I'm so busy" schedule, to renew our passports, usually we would choose the day that we think would have the least amount of people queuing up  to do so at our government departments. Oh did you know that you could get your passport 2 hours afta you've made payment on that day itself. Pretty efficient ya?? Really??... So which day would you choose?? I chose a friday but not TY.&lt;br /&gt;After her recent stint at the Pusat Bandar Damansara branch, TY would definitely advise you not to go on a monday to renew your passport. She reached at 12pm. Ngam ngam nearly lunch just to find that there are about 100 people waiting in front of her. Then when it was finally TY's turn to take nombor, "Maaf.. Sistem komputer kami tergendala", said the officer. And to add to TY's agony, the officer scolded her for not lining up at 7:30am. According to TY, "Just because she had to come to work at 7:30 in the morning, she expects everyone to line up at 7:30 in the morning with her... Siao cha boh... I want to come at 12, I'll come at 12 laaa. " So don't ever go renew passport on Monday! In the end, TY got it done on a wed. She still went there at about 12 noon. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Screw 7:30am people!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604339935426138191-2903834072602177999?l=i-like2whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-like2whine.blogspot.com/feeds/2903834072602177999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://i-like2whine.blogspot.com/2009/10/ill-do-it-my-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604339935426138191/posts/default/2903834072602177999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604339935426138191/posts/default/2903834072602177999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-like2whine.blogspot.com/2009/10/ill-do-it-my-way.html' title='I&apos;ll Do It My Way'/><author><name>ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03503338149816141642</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/_NOEyptObu38/Sum2OprutmI/AAAAAAAAAD8/jwCxzVuk7BM/s72-c/webelephant-cartoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604339935426138191.post-6453359575986628733</id><published>2009-10-25T04:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T05:03:41.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This time no me</title><content type='html'>I've realized that previous posts before this were all about me, myself and I. So I've decided to write about others this time. Lets start with the people that I see almost every other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me ask you something. How well do you know your neighbors? Yes.. the ones who live beside you right now. In my opinion, I know mine just about the right amount. Nothing more, nothing less but just the amount I'd wanna know. You just might find that neighbours are pretty interesting people to look at and talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets start with the old lady near me. Almost everyday, Mrs.K will start her day by screaming that the drains are too dirty or the windows are not clean...bla..bla..bla Yep, everyday you can hear her yelling at her 2 poor maids. A couple of them did manage to escape to freedom before through the garbage compartments. And  since the incident where she watered my granddaddy like a plant a zillion years ago, they do not speak much to one another.What a pity.. Maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/SuAT0NYPPqI/AAAAAAAAADM/09Yvfd7FLSY/s1600-h/0511-0811-0415-3736_Cartoon_of_a_Woman_Yelling_in_Anger_clipart_image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 157px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/SuAT0NYPPqI/AAAAAAAAADM/09Yvfd7FLSY/s200/0511-0811-0415-3736_Cartoon_of_a_Woman_Yelling_in_Anger_clipart_image.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395334141255302818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yep, that's sorta her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;ot far far away, lives Mr and Mrs V- an elderly couple. Mr V is a quiet man but not Mrs.V. She's a spy!! Spying on other people's life through her windows is what she does best. How I know this... Coz my grandmama would spy on her too and then comes back and tell us that she is spying on our house. See the hide and seek games these elderly people play. And then there's her maid. Now, this maid is sorta like Cinderella who sings (She sings out loud to the plants and not very well I might add) &amp;amp; is waiting for Prince Charming to rescue her. And with all that hoping and wishing, Cinderella's wish did come true. Prince Not So Charming turned out to be the guard in the next lane. Yep a forbidden love affair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/SuAlrg8oZyI/AAAAAAAAADU/_JthnJBdEyc/s1600-h/Clipart-Cartoon-Design-03.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/SuAlrg8oZyI/AAAAAAAAADU/_JthnJBdEyc/s200/Clipart-Cartoon-Design-03.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395353783098697506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; Shhh... do not let Mrs V know that he comes to the fair maiden's rescue every night. Imagine the catastrophe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then down the lane, you'll find the Scottish lady with her husband. She's extremely lovely and still thinks she is in Scotland as she reads in the garden IN THE HOT SUN. Auntie!! This is Malaysia not Glasgow. But it was really sweet of her to tell me that when I hail to Scotland next year, she will write to her friend there to have a look out for me. And I love her Scottish accent. However, although she's really sweet and all, I don't understand what she says half the time. Wonder how long it'll take me to learn Doric( a form of Scots which phrases are used in an Aberdonian's  everyday speech) "Fit like?" means "How are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Gossip Queen award goes to a doctor living nearby as she will know anything ranging from who suffered from what illness (okay she should know that) , who died (still in the medical context), who gave birth, who moved away and why, who fought with who, who was not on talking terms with who, whose maid ran away..bla..bla..bla... Anything you'd wanna know about anyone, she would be the go to lady. Doctors do gossip a lot...yea?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/SuAtKoMNQUI/AAAAAAAAADc/DkfqAIrLS6M/s1600-h/women-gossiping-over_%7E15477-06dg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/SuAtKoMNQUI/AAAAAAAAADc/DkfqAIrLS6M/s200/women-gossiping-over_%7E15477-06dg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395362014200414530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's also the hot air stewardess who lives nearby and who looks way hotter than her husband. But sad thing is whenever you see her, she does not smile, does not say 'hi' and tries to avoid any eye contact with you. I think the stewarding job with all the SMILING :D while she goes "Thank you for flying with us... Hope to see you on board with us again... Have a nice trip" has taken the toll on her. Thus no more smiley gal when she's on solid ground.  See how different a person can be. Work attitude completely different from self attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A walk further down the road and you will find the ang moh-asian couple. Anyway, this couple likes to show their affection to the world. Of all the rooms in their big huge home, they decide to have make out sessions in the kitchen where it is visible to everyone. Seriously, is it something that we need to see or not?? See also must wash eye laa... Nice kitchen by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/SuNcbUgSMmI/AAAAAAAAADk/eKLdyFz3NwA/s1600-h/bentson-cartoon-kissing-156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/SuNcbUgSMmI/AAAAAAAAADk/eKLdyFz3NwA/s200/bentson-cartoon-kissing-156.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396258402950328930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Actually, we don't really need to see this. Do we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And do not let me get started on how some of them can be so ignorant about Road Traffic Accidents. There's this dutch family who throws a Frisbee on the road while being barefooted while cars are moving up and down. Seriously, once I had to slow down to a stop as they were running across the road to catch the damn thing. Actually, I should not have slowed down... Should have been more Malaysian...HonkHonkHonkHonk....And speed past them.. Lol....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow...this is really long. I think I should stop. Rambled enough. Did you make it till the end? Or you stopped half way?? See, I told you I know quite a bit about them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604339935426138191-6453359575986628733?l=i-like2whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-like2whine.blogspot.com/feeds/6453359575986628733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://i-like2whine.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-time-no-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604339935426138191/posts/default/6453359575986628733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604339935426138191/posts/default/6453359575986628733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-like2whine.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-time-no-me.html' title='This time no me'/><author><name>ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03503338149816141642</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/_NOEyptObu38/SuAT0NYPPqI/AAAAAAAAADM/09Yvfd7FLSY/s72-c/0511-0811-0415-3736_Cartoon_of_a_Woman_Yelling_in_Anger_clipart_image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604339935426138191.post-1539275724719565579</id><published>2009-10-19T23:12:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T16:58:38.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Pain, No Gain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Bullshit!! Wanna know why? Coz after all the pain that I've endured today, I still dont know what did I gain from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever tried on a pair of shoes which are really really pretty but not meant to be comfy for the feet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/StySUFmL99I/AAAAAAAAACk/FWiaa7qT8fI/s1600-h/Image269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/StySUFmL99I/AAAAAAAAACk/FWiaa7qT8fI/s200/Image269.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394347327480395730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My pretty shoes with the lovely ribbons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I actually bought them for convo months ago. And it was already hurting me back then when I wore them during graduation. It hurt so bad that I took off my shoes when we were required to take our group picture. Just could not kneel with them. To be honest, I think the lecturer standing behind me was laughing at me but no time to care bout her back then, as it was either barefoot or pain in the foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I took off my shoes every opportunity I could find. Until a friend recommended that  I "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bite my Shoes&lt;/span&gt;". At 1st I thought she was joking and found it rather ridiculous... haha.. But turns out, she was not kidding as her suggestion was supported by yet another friend. "Bite the shoes with your teeth, so that it would not bite you again in the future" ... Okay... Still not too convinced, I went back home and consulted mom and granny. They too said "Yea its true..." So I did what everyone said. I BIT the shoe!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, my beautiful pair of shoes was kept away in the closet until today when I decided to take it out for a spin again. Did the biting work?? NO IT DID NOT, COZ IT STILL BLOODY HURTS MY FEET. I could barely walk to the lrt station at the end of the day and was squinting in pain nearly the whole way. To my horror, when I got to the klcc station, the stupid escalator was not working. Siao la... But no choice, gotta walk. OMG... Hurt..Ouch...Pain with every step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like the shoes were made for one reason. Their sole mission was to destroy feet.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Shoes: Mission Accomplished&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Feet: GG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blisters all over already. Tomorrow, its "flip flops to work day".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But these are still the best okay:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/StyWjPJEb2I/AAAAAAAAACs/0xM1NPP9-oI/s1600-h/Image267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/StyWjPJEb2I/AAAAAAAAACs/0xM1NPP9-oI/s200/Image267.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394351985787170658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes... I'm a sneaker person :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But of course, I'm still gonna wear my pretty bowed shoes again. Just not so soon yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604339935426138191-1539275724719565579?l=i-like2whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-like2whine.blogspot.com/feeds/1539275724719565579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://i-like2whine.blogspot.com/2009/10/no-pain-no-gain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604339935426138191/posts/default/1539275724719565579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604339935426138191/posts/default/1539275724719565579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-like2whine.blogspot.com/2009/10/no-pain-no-gain.html' title='No Pain, No Gain'/><author><name>ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03503338149816141642</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/_NOEyptObu38/StySUFmL99I/AAAAAAAAACk/FWiaa7qT8fI/s72-c/Image269.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604339935426138191.post-8814058040031761997</id><published>2009-10-13T16:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T17:23:51.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Things I've Learnt at Work So Far</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you're not sure about something, better just say "I dunno". Coz I thought I knew, which turned out to be the wrong thing. Outcome = BAD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That when you send a letter, you need to stick on a 30cents stamp. Not 20 or 10 cents ya.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How to send a letter through a fax machine. Got very confused at first. But all you need to do is just to punch in the number and.... magic..! Haha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How to use the typewriter. This ancient machine is still giving me a hell of a problem. Still learning how to overcome my fear of the typewriter. Wonder if there is a word for it.."typophobia?". Just discovered today, that the typewriter had an ON button  at the side.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Never be afraid to speak your mind when you feel that you're right. Especially when telling some really old and stubborn people off. The downside; well since it's more superior than u, it'll sometimes just make life more miserable for you at the end of the day. Plus, old people, will never admit that they are wrong.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How to Bind books. Ooh.. used to suck at this. Now pro already. Dont think its easy. Its NOT!!&gt;.&lt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That every document should have an original, duplicate and a copy. Need so many or not aar? Yes Need. Coz with 3 copies also people will somehow lose it and the poor office people has gotta look for it... even if the transaction was say 10 years ago.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everything must be in black and white. Words from your mouth will never count. And when trouble arises, Who's to blame? U or me?? Of course u lor!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That some colleagues are fun people :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;HOW to LIE. Wanna survive in the working world, you must know how to do this.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/StRGG0bArcI/AAAAAAAAACU/6LYhOdDxty0/s1600-h/Will+Work+Cartoon.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/StRGG0bArcI/AAAAAAAAACU/6LYhOdDxty0/s320/Will+Work+Cartoon.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392011736834420162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do something you Like for a job, then you wouldn't have to work even for a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604339935426138191-8814058040031761997?l=i-like2whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-like2whine.blogspot.com/feeds/8814058040031761997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://i-like2whine.blogspot.com/2009/10/10-things-ive-learnt-at-work-so-far.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604339935426138191/posts/default/8814058040031761997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604339935426138191/posts/default/8814058040031761997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-like2whine.blogspot.com/2009/10/10-things-ive-learnt-at-work-so-far.html' title='10 Things I&apos;ve Learnt at Work So Far'/><author><name>ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03503338149816141642</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/_NOEyptObu38/StRGG0bArcI/AAAAAAAAACU/6LYhOdDxty0/s72-c/Will+Work+Cartoon.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604339935426138191.post-8257404395839934873</id><published>2009-10-06T22:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T16:03:58.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Game, Set, Match</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I know its rather late to write bout this but there is just one word to describe the Malaysian Open, Kuala Lumpur 2009&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;AWESOME!!!! &lt;/b&gt;(Except for the part where I slept through the doubles semis- tooo boring already..beh tahan) Yea for those of you who didnt know, tennis was held last week in KL with ATP ranked players playing in the tournament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/SsoqLrIHv0I/AAAAAAAAABk/JwvLQ6lLyGQ/s1600-h/malaysian+open.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/SsoqLrIHv0I/AAAAAAAAABk/JwvLQ6lLyGQ/s320/malaysian+open.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389166284145934146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/SstBE3Sl1UI/AAAAAAAAAB8/dV_C293sB6A/s1600-h/Image246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/SstBE3Sl1UI/AAAAAAAAAB8/dV_C293sB6A/s320/Image246.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389472930896139586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Being avid tennis fans, see how many tickets me,sis n mom collected... haha... crazziiieee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Congratulations to Nikolay for wining but truth be told, I was rooting for Fernando Verdasco the whole time. Sitting at the upper tier, I dont know if Fernando could even hear me, but I just kept screaming and screaming ... What was disappointing was that he could not convert the 3 break points he had in the 2nd set to take the match to a third set.  Haiyo...&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/Sss_CrfWVGI/AAAAAAAAABs/RyOJbuVrSnY/s1600-h/Image214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/Sss_CrfWVGI/AAAAAAAAABs/RyOJbuVrSnY/s320/Image214.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389470694345430114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Cmon Verdasco!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/SstFMirMl5I/AAAAAAAAACE/EmYWrb6hAbg/s320/Image234.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389477460847662994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He was so close by. I could see his face... Lol... Just didnt manage to stretch far enough for an autograph :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;       It was also sad to see that none of the Malaysian players could even qualify for the 1st Round of our own Malaysian open. Russia Boleh!!! Espanyol Boleh!! Chile pun Boleh!!! But Malaysia aar... eeeehhh in tennis wor.... Boleh??? Errrr... Just imagine, even our own very very top Malaysian tennis chair umpire only qualified to be the line judge for this tournament. The chair umpire were all from overseas. And speaking of the line judges, make up your mind people!!! The ball is either in or out. No need guees here and there and half the time the chair umpire have to overrule the call. And please call faster can or not?? Why make such slow calls?&lt;br /&gt;And I think supporters should get the name of the players right before yelling like mad people across the stadium with the wrong name. Richard Gasquet is not pronounced like how its spelt. He's french... should be Gasqay... not gas-quet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/Sss_l9DR9SI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-vX9ffBmUJg/s1600-h/Image210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/Sss_l9DR9SI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-vX9ffBmUJg/s320/Image210.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389471300354962722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonzalez to serve....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And what is tennis without a little drama. And Gonzalez provided just what I was supposed to see. He slamed his racket to the ground after losing the 1st set in the semifinals against Verdasco. But being such a blur case and as I was too busy watching Verdasco, I didn't see him. Wth ..I only saw the broken racket being given to a fan.. "Gonzlez, I want your racket!!! I dont care if its broken!!!" A bad thing bout watching live tennis, there are no replays. Once you miss the action, that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Okay, that's bout it. Wonder next year still got chance to go or not?? Dont think so :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604339935426138191-8257404395839934873?l=i-like2whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-like2whine.blogspot.com/feeds/8257404395839934873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://i-like2whine.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-know-its-rather-late-to-write-bout.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604339935426138191/posts/default/8257404395839934873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604339935426138191/posts/default/8257404395839934873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-like2whine.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-know-its-rather-late-to-write-bout.html' title='Game, Set, Match'/><author><name>ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03503338149816141642</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/_NOEyptObu38/SsoqLrIHv0I/AAAAAAAAABk/JwvLQ6lLyGQ/s72-c/malaysian+open.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604339935426138191.post-5983780910180353898</id><published>2009-10-03T01:21:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T01:32:52.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Guilty... Neh... At least not for now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/SsY7Y3I2E1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gr8IlPdJ3go/s1600-h/Image114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NOEyptObu38/SsY7Y3I2E1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gr8IlPdJ3go/s320/Image114.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388059302499324754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Fresh Milk vs Low fat Milk.... As a milk drinker, I would tell you that afta drinking low fat milk for a really long time, fresh milk just seems like heaven. So yummy!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Was drinking one for lunch today when the lady who comes to clean my desk at work every other day told me, "ah moi, itu susu segar jangan minum lo... manyak gemuk...." (its true- fresh milk does make you fat) while the carton was still in my mouth laa... Didnt manage to really answer her also because my mouth was full..duhh.. All i did manage to say was, "Takda la... tak da  :D" (i was lying-fresh milk does make you fat). To which she had to remind me again " ingat ya.. gemuk oo..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Wah liao, it was not really my fault also la ok. Shop tak da sell low fat milk, so I had to buy FRESH MILK. So technically, not my fault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Anyway, after she told me, I did feel bad.. I did. I really did. But then hor.... its not like I drink it everyday......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Heck, I finished my milk right after she left. I dun care what people say. My thought for the day '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Eat now, worry and complain later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604339935426138191-5983780910180353898?l=i-like2whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-like2whine.blogspot.com/feeds/5983780910180353898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://i-like2whine.blogspot.com/2009/10/feeling-guilty-neh-at-least-not-4-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604339935426138191/posts/default/5983780910180353898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604339935426138191/posts/default/5983780910180353898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-like2whine.blogspot.com/2009/10/feeling-guilty-neh-at-least-not-4-now.html' title='Feeling Guilty... Neh... At least not for now'/><author><name>ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03503338149816141642</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/_NOEyptObu38/SsY7Y3I2E1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gr8IlPdJ3go/s72-c/Image114.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604339935426138191.post-2413970086619180744</id><published>2009-10-01T17:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T01:31:51.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My very first!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ok i started a blog out of boredom at work n I needed to try something new. I actually contemplated to start one for quite sometime, see how INDECISIVE i am. Should i?? Should i Not?? One minute i would want "a" the next i may want "b" (see how indecisive i am again). A perfect example was when i changed my answers during OBA when most of it are the right ones (yea yea laugh all you want).  Anyway this blog is for me to whine all about my life. Hence, the title of my blog. I will try and learn how upload the chat box soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And just a note 2 a friend, khee lung I did not lose any bet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604339935426138191-2413970086619180744?l=i-like2whine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-like2whine.blogspot.com/feeds/2413970086619180744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://i-like2whine.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-first-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604339935426138191/posts/default/2413970086619180744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604339935426138191/posts/default/2413970086619180744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-like2whine.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-first-post.html' title='My very first!'/><author><name>ren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03503338149816141642</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></feed>
