<?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-11594275</id><updated>2011-08-10T01:02:14.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Magical Winter</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winter-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11594275/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winter-princess.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11594275/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>BabyRara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>297</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11594275.post-163630535656419096</id><published>2011-07-05T13:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T13:31:58.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No folks, I did not die or anything. I know I have not been Blogging for damn long. And, here's the reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*DRUMROLL*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright people. I have BIG news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm MOVING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not moving house moving. But, I'm moving my Blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would NO longer be blogging here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on man. I should totally stop acting like a Queen. I'm gonna go be a plain little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, it's a lie. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of lose motivation for this Blog. There's so many memory here. Both good and bad. So many people I don't want to be reading them. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thanks for reading my Blog till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those interested in my new Blog can message me and ask me or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to MOVE... 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Cause BBB's daddy hogging the computer to play his stupid DOTA. All of my photos are in the comp. No chance to transfer to laptop. And, I'm sick. -_-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply cause I've got interesting things to blog about. Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm a good girl! I just mopped the floor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story goes like that; my mum went to my brother's place, to look after my niece and nephew. Their maid went back home and there's no one to look after them. In short, she's their free maid. Bah. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, poor me have to do a bit of chores to make my house fit for living in. *Laugh Out Loud*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get to rest since I came back from Malaysia can?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, that totally not true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;_____________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Malaysia with BBB's daddy last Saturday. As I just got my new passport. Mine expired like super long ago. But, lazy me is too lazy to renew it. Since, I don't fancy going overseas much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing beats the safety at home. Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, also due to the fact I have to help my mum renew her passport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my parents will be going to Malaysia for the tomb sweeping thingy coming this weekend. Her passport haven't expire yet though. Due to the stupid rule that you can't go overseas if your passport is like 6 months due to expiring. Thus, I have to renew her passport for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that case. I as well renew both of ours. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day I got my passport, BBB's daddy's like, very insistent. Saying I ought to have an "Open Ceremony" for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I contacted a few people to ask if they're interested to go Malaysia with us. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had like 3 person confirming with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End up. Cancelled. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;BOOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, I ended up going with BBB's daddy anyway. My mum's okay with me going. But, you know. Parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They'll always be a worried. My dad was all, "There Not Safe Now".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went ahead with it. Though, I admit I'm worried about safety myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, idiot BBB's daddy is like fucking piss off. He said it's because I assured him I'll be able to go. But, my dad is against the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To that. I have something I wanna say to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; (BBB's Daddy). &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;YOU SUCK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always angry for nothing. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;BAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've decided. To make my parents less worried. I'll give them a call now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, it's quite okay. We didn't go anywhere too far away. The shopping centre (City Square) we went to is just in between the Malaysia's custom and the hotel we're staying at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hotel is only 5-7 minutes walk from the custom. You can even see the custom from the hotel room. That's how near it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made a wrong decision and took bus when we reached the custom though. When it's like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;SUPER&lt;/span&gt; walkable distance. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough talk. Photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hM69QCGLN-Y/TZwa177UtcI/AAAAAAAAAxI/vFT5eaHjAjo/s1600/SAM_0721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hM69QCGLN-Y/TZwa177UtcI/AAAAAAAAAxI/vFT5eaHjAjo/s320/SAM_0721.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592374351209215426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the "Bus Stop" waiting for bus to go to Malaysia. Got me thinking that if I can drive it would be good. Or perhaps not. Don't fancy jam much. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached the hotel. But couldn't check in yet. So, we went to eat first while waiting for them to ready the room for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their check in time is like 3pm! You have to check out at 12pm, if there's a lot of people. The max they can extend for you is till 2pm. Not even 1 full day. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were checking with the staff. A couple came along. The girl was all. "I wanna check in now" kind of pattern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were told the only available room was the smoking one. And she goes like. "Huh~ Okay I guess."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the while trying to act Ang Mo. Talking with a weird accent. Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was staring at them the whole time. Simply cause the girl went like "Is it Queen size bed?" And the staff smirked and said "It's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;KING&lt;/span&gt; size".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I was like. "Oooo, they gonna do you know what". *Laugh Out Loud*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NfJBw8yGeMc/TZwkmixW2UI/AAAAAAAAAyA/tzInuMdSQiU/s1600/SAM_0723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NfJBw8yGeMc/TZwkmixW2UI/AAAAAAAAAyA/tzInuMdSQiU/s320/SAM_0723.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592385081874766146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw a banner saying there's Dim Sum buffet in the hotel. So, we went to try it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBB's daddy been craving for Dim Sum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, after eating. You'll most likely have phobia for Prawn. Most of the dishes consist of prawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want me to rate. The Dim Sum buffet is only a 4/10. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. No offence. But, it really gets very sickening at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wiuQq_UrGXQ/TZwmj5d_knI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/n9HYSPUr4C8/s1600/SAM_0729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wiuQq_UrGXQ/TZwmj5d_knI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/n9HYSPUr4C8/s320/SAM_0729.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592387235451212402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nicest dish for the whole buffet. Suppose to be fried bean curd skin with prawn paste or something like that. There's actually 4 pieces. BBB's daddy ate one before I can take picture. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ordered 1 more plate even though we're quite full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I'm sick. Not full. Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7oaFRdHz-Dg/TZwnsdszb-I/AAAAAAAAAyY/W3QJ8Y4vgew/s1600/SAM_0733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7oaFRdHz-Dg/TZwnsdszb-I/AAAAAAAAAyY/W3QJ8Y4vgew/s320/SAM_0733.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592388482127589346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menu write shark's fin dumpling. But, I think it's fake one. Think it's actually Cellophane noodles. Trying to cheat ignorant people like BBB's daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was like. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;WAH!&lt;/span&gt; So much shark's fin. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like, where got shark's fin so thick one?! You never see real shark's fin before?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rn-P1lw4Mko/TZwpTBEmSRI/AAAAAAAAAyg/ALubdtC8wQo/s1600/SAM_0740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rn-P1lw4Mko/TZwpTBEmSRI/AAAAAAAAAyg/ALubdtC8wQo/s320/SAM_0740.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592390243969288466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ordered their dessert, which comes with the buffet. Almond with Longan. I don't normally like. This one is really nice. The almond taste is just right. Not those overwhelming kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took quite a few photos of food. But, I'm lazy to upload all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly. It's not that great that it's worth mentioning in my Blog. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UnY8pD8Dp50/TZwby82hDLI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/5fDONJxTciQ/s1600/SAM_0751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UnY8pD8Dp50/TZwby82hDLI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/5fDONJxTciQ/s320/SAM_0751.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592375399429508274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, checked in to the room. We took the cheapest room. Since we'll only be staying 1 day. BBB's daddy booked it online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The staff initially gave us room 914.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Chinese is Jiu Yao Si. Means almost dying. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw it, I told BBB's daddy I wanna change room. Not that I'm superstitious or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, really. Give you choose between other room and that room. Of course take other room right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Room 914 is located on the opposite corridor. I think I'll prefer room 909's view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, there's really very big difference as compared to the cheapest room of Intercontinental Singapore. You know, the hotel located in Bugis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, pricing wise. Also big difference. Duh. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're wondering why there's only 1 card key. The other one is inserted into the slot for the lights and stuff. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kZifoN75IOA/TZwduoxCJwI/AAAAAAAAAxY/oPmDE4SUScY/s1600/SAM_0753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kZifoN75IOA/TZwduoxCJwI/AAAAAAAAAxY/oPmDE4SUScY/s320/SAM_0753.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592377524341581570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View from the room. Can see the hotel swimming pool, the Custom and the shopping centre (City Square).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jaVr0WOBoKw/TZwfSNcDy2I/AAAAAAAAAxg/N0udg42DoVs/s1600/SAM_0754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jaVr0WOBoKw/TZwfSNcDy2I/AAAAAAAAAxg/N0udg42DoVs/s320/SAM_0754.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592379234992769890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can see Singapore some more! Nice. Though, frankly. We don't look out of the window much. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FYRHvuF61nQ/TZwgSFOB4CI/AAAAAAAAAxo/Xe4sB6qYvzw/s1600/SAM_0755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FYRHvuF61nQ/TZwgSFOB4CI/AAAAAAAAAxo/Xe4sB6qYvzw/s320/SAM_0755.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592380332298068002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those orange building is HDBs in Singapore! *Grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So near yet so far. *Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yt29ZZVH9vQ/TZwh31P-CqI/AAAAAAAAAxw/ljihnDMXt3A/s1600/SAM_0752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yt29ZZVH9vQ/TZwh31P-CqI/AAAAAAAAAxw/ljihnDMXt3A/s320/SAM_0752.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592382080357894818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bed. The pillow is too soft. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think their pillow case shrunk or something. Totally cannot fit the pillow properly. Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Intercon you can choose the kind of pillow you want. They even have pillow suitable for pregnant lady! But, you have to pay for it. Duh. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like advertising for Intercon. What the fuck?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kar9h3KZ7lQ/TZwjEi9lSLI/AAAAAAAAAx4/_j1uDENazcM/s1600/SAM_0782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kar9h3KZ7lQ/TZwjEi9lSLI/AAAAAAAAAx4/_j1uDENazcM/s320/SAM_0782.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592383398298863794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The TV cabinet. Not much channels. I was all like, "I want watch channel U!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behold, there's no channel U.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, BBB's daddy actually went and tune it for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He himself wanna watch it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, I don't know if it's okay for us to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had like only 18 channels. Include the extra channel U that we tune ourselves. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Intercon. I can watch CSI marathon on their TV you know! T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest awhile before going to the shopping centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna rant a bit here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;_____________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While walking there. We bumped into a bugger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBB's daddy and I were like walking happily. Following the crowd and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always tell BBB's daddy. When you wanna go somewhere and you don't know the direction. The correct thing to do is to follow the crowd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It works all the time for me. *Grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we were walking. Suddenly, an old uncle popped out from nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think he's like in his 30s-40s or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just stopped us and went rambling on and on in a mix of languages. Something about he did something wrong and went to detention centre or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How he's friends were all in jail and his things got taken by some police officer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, half the time I have no idea what he's talking about. And, he asked us for money to take some kind of transportation home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also asked us to leave our number with him. So that he'll be able to return us the money. Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just went off though. Cause, BBB's daddy said he's scamming. He totally don't seems like he's desperate or in need of money at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have half a mind to just shove him some money to shut him up though. But, BBB's daddy dragged me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told BBB's daddy we should just pretend we don't know how to speak Chinese. However, BBB's daddy said the guy's also speaking in English. Really broken kind though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my horror, I totally didn't realize it. *Brood*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went walking around City Square. BBB's daddy said it's like Bugis Junction combine with Bugis street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piracy is really bad there. They actually have shops selling pirated stuff. From games to VCDs and hand phones and all. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also allow people to smoke inside the shopping centre. Though, most of the places are actually okay. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most stuff there are not that cheap though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, you can find good buys there of course. If you look hard enough, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBB's daddy's friend from JB said to go deeper into JB. Where stuff you find at City Square for like 30RM you can find the exact one for perhaps only 15RM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, we're not familiar with there. So, we don't dare to wander off too far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;_____________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the whole journey, BBB's daddy was like "I'm So Full". -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though it like dinner time already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until, he saw this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-okdX_9k_aiw/TZwtxxfR02I/AAAAAAAAAyw/Sj3zVQjBz_Q/s1600/SAM_0745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-okdX_9k_aiw/TZwtxxfR02I/AAAAAAAAAyw/Sj3zVQjBz_Q/s320/SAM_0745.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592395170408682338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shop name call Sizzling Stone or something like that. What attracts BBB's daddy is that. It's all meat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stone plate is like damn hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they brought it over. I can literally felt the heat emitting from the stone plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't believe me. Go ahead and try putting your finger on it when you go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e9mvCIwOkJQ/TZwvDcWnmUI/AAAAAAAAAy4/UV0jlYwnx_c/s1600/SAM_0747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e9mvCIwOkJQ/TZwvDcWnmUI/AAAAAAAAAy4/UV0jlYwnx_c/s320/SAM_0747.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592396573484489026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The amount of meat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were initially expecting just 1 hot stone plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ordered something like twin-platter. So, we thought it's like we will share the stone plate or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, when the person asked if we want rice. We thought it's only 1 portion. But, end up is 2! What the fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this just for around 40RM! Not even 20 SGD per person! We even ordered drinks and 1 soup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;You tell me. Where can find in Singapore?! Cannot right?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lChMCMWfBlY/TZwwp6p4aOI/AAAAAAAAAzA/MwgOSO47WgI/s1600/SAM_0748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lChMCMWfBlY/TZwwp6p4aOI/AAAAAAAAAzA/MwgOSO47WgI/s320/SAM_0748.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592398333965002978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBB's daddy tried to do it himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I think the staff thinks he cannot make it. So, he said he'll help us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While he was helping us arrange the meat. I tried taking photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, got splattered by the oil(?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really hurts you know. So, I went like "Ow ow ow ow ow". The staff was like laughing at me. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, he said sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not his fault though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he left. I asked BBB's daddy what's so funny about me being splattered by oil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His reply...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know. Somehow, this little kind of accident. When it happens on you, it's more funny than usual".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;-___- WHAT THE FUCK?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dpQxGZ74cUI/TaGenwyFN2I/AAAAAAAAAzI/Rkevuz0chDk/s1600/SAM_0743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dpQxGZ74cUI/TaGenwyFN2I/AAAAAAAAAzI/Rkevuz0chDk/s320/SAM_0743.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593926618117912418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fruit punch. Very nice. Not those diluted kind. We feel it's very worth the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend also recommend us to go try. After I came back to Singapore and tweeted I went to JB. *Laugh Out Loud*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BCociV-Ud9o/TaKP8jVyBOI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/6-MGz-TUMT8/s1600/SAM_0742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BCociV-Ud9o/TaKP8jVyBOI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/6-MGz-TUMT8/s320/SAM_0742.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594191957589099746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cream of chicken. It tastes okay. Though, apparently there's no chicken meat inside at all. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know they dislike me. Also don't need like that what. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S1BP7oVAF-g/TaKQ6UHbGWI/AAAAAAAAAzY/6vUVRwgO7Pg/s1600/SAM_0749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S1BP7oVAF-g/TaKQ6UHbGWI/AAAAAAAAAzY/6vUVRwgO7Pg/s320/SAM_0749.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594193018654234978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meat! It smells awesome I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have 2 kind. One is marinated, the other is non-marinated. We took the non-marinated one. But, it still smell real good. *Drool*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating, we walked around a bit more and bought some Wii accessories before going back to the hotel. Didn't want to stay out too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our rule is to return to hotel before the sky got too dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GeQQi8NgvJ0/TaKSoRPMiHI/AAAAAAAAAzg/xM73tmOf3aA/s1600/SAM_0758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GeQQi8NgvJ0/TaKSoRPMiHI/AAAAAAAAAzg/xM73tmOf3aA/s320/SAM_0758.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594194907667138674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;TAREPANDA!&lt;/span&gt; I've been trying to find it in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally cannot find anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were walking randomly when we spot this shop selling random girly stuff. Soft toys and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spotted a Tarepanda sitting on the shelves. So I went in. Dragging BBB's daddy along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my amazement. It's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;BEAN! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a sucker for beanie soft toys. More than half of my soft toys on my bed are beaned. It's really soft and cuddly and they absorb temperature really well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I have cramps or stomach ache. And, I need to warm my tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just place my bean stuff toy on my tummy area and it will warm my tummy up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I need it to be cooling. I just leave it out in the open for awhile. And, it will be all cold and huggable! Mad love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, the down side is they get all weirdly stretched and all after you squashed them too long. My mum tends to throw them away when they get out of shaped. *Sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm like. I want! But, the one they have on the shelves are like all open and a bit dirty. We asked the person for a new one. And, before I knew it. I'm carrying it out of the store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original price is like 49RM or something. The girl said they can discount it to like 30+RM for us. So, I just buy without really considering. *Laugh Out Loud*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum's gonna kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;BUT!&lt;/span&gt; It's totally worth it! Simply cause it's Tarepanda and it's beaned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x3OmICkm4n4/TaKUyfAyYII/AAAAAAAAAzo/odF-ywcIcL4/s1600/SAM_0765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x3OmICkm4n4/TaKUyfAyYII/AAAAAAAAAzo/odF-ywcIcL4/s320/SAM_0765.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594197282186748034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My haul for day 1. Not a lot if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suck at shopping. *Brood*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did spot a romper I like though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, you can actually find it at Pasar Malam in Singapore for like 10 bucks. They are like selling it for 30RM. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The quality is also Pasar Malam kind. Booo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also spot a pair of flats that I really like. I tried it on and BBB's daddy said it nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only thing is. The sole is completely flat. No groove at all. Means it'll be really slippery when it rains. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;WHO on earth will design a shoe without groove on the sole?!! DAMN YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vY9ULS4dcB8/TaKX4mC6lYI/AAAAAAAAAzw/dLynsur-qBE/s1600/SAM_0761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vY9ULS4dcB8/TaKX4mC6lYI/AAAAAAAAAzw/dLynsur-qBE/s320/SAM_0761.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594200685688821122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBB's daddy's haul for day 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said his main intention for the trip is the Wii accessories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His friends told him they bought their Wii accessories in Malaysia. Where it's supposedly cheaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess how much the zapper and the wheel cost?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45RM! Only around 22(?)SGD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20RM for the wheel and 25RM for the zapper. The wheel cost less than 10SGD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the wheel alone cost more than 22 bucks in Singapore. It's a great buy actually. Though, the packaging is out to cheat people. The wheel is a fake Wii wheel. But, it still works of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We compared it to the real Wii wheel we have. There's actually not much difference. Just that, it doesn't have the word "Wii" printed on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we only bought 1 Tarepanda. I just place it with the Wii accessories for fun. BBB's daddy's been hugging it more than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it's obviously my soft toy. -_- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;BAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3LfhFINrzy0/TaKZuJcwL2I/AAAAAAAAAz4/yrwRzp7ETnA/s1600/SAM_0766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3LfhFINrzy0/TaKZuJcwL2I/AAAAAAAAAz4/yrwRzp7ETnA/s320/SAM_0766.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594202705237127010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought supper. BBB's daddy wanted to go to this coffee shop nearby. But, his friend living in JB said that the coffee shop is full of Malays. So, they might be a bit racist and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all against the idea of going. You won't like people staring at you I'm sure. But, stupid BBB's daddy kept saying he want food and wanted to go there see see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room service is super expensive. 3 chicken wing for like 30+RM. Eat gold. -_- Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end. I suggested KFC. Which is just right beside our hotel. He said I'm evil. For he had given up hope on supper. But, I have to mention KFC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply due to the fact he's irritable when he's hungry. *Brood*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, all hotels are not suppose to bring outside food into the room. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, we managed to find a way to smuggle it in. Unless, you are possess by the god of unluckiness and bump into a hotel staff on the way back. Otherwise, it should be okay. *Grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CESc0OqeUUE/TaKbws2pPhI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Tdbm_5ODmgs/s1600/SAM_0769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CESc0OqeUUE/TaKbws2pPhI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Tdbm_5ODmgs/s320/SAM_0769.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594204948123958802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheese wedges! This baby is godly awesome. It's 1 million times nicer than the cheese fries Singapore's KFC offers. Like, seriously. I would kill to have 1 right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe not. I'm having sore throat right now. Even if I have 1, I also can't eat. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The serving is stingy small though. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;BOOOO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, I felt that the standard of KFC is not as good as last time. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FopPQRTbU-U/TaKdDPFhiLI/AAAAAAAAA0I/VnD6I0emkuA/s1600/SAM_0772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FopPQRTbU-U/TaKdDPFhiLI/AAAAAAAAA0I/VnD6I0emkuA/s320/SAM_0772.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594206366062446770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast buffet the next day. The food is so so. Quite a lot of people went for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told BBB's daddy we should not let it go to waste. As we're paying for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, we saw a lot of people eating there. So, I guess the food should be quite okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qw4VlMyi4Ww/TaKeOJybwYI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/RpdN8rj-Ruw/s1600/SAM_0775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qw4VlMyi4Ww/TaKeOJybwYI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/RpdN8rj-Ruw/s320/SAM_0775.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594207653130387842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mee goreng is quite nice. We had 2 plate of it. Small portion only of course. *Grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rI95mAq6wwY/TaKfCs3MHcI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/g8ZBoqXGNrg/s1600/SAM_0777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rI95mAq6wwY/TaKfCs3MHcI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/g8ZBoqXGNrg/s320/SAM_0777.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594208555898772930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the best way to start off a day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cereals of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people just drink the milk only though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s7nxKDKt6K0/TaKgNS_oTXI/AAAAAAAAA0g/iBJnYkaBcyI/s1600/SAM_0779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s7nxKDKt6K0/TaKgNS_oTXI/AAAAAAAAA0g/iBJnYkaBcyI/s320/SAM_0779.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594209837445041522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBB's daddy spotted this. Half boiled egg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he came back with this. I'm like. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;HUH?! Where's this?! How come I didn't see it?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said there's like a whole basket of this at the counter where we can get the chef to cook omelette for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like. "You cracked it yourself?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBB's daddy actually goes "What you thinking of you crazy woman?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said there's an evil glint in my eyes. As if I'm thinking of going to go crack a whole bunch of it. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;What the fuck?!&lt;/span&gt; I'm crazy but not that crazy can? Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast, we went to check with the staff at the counter if we can extend the checkout time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy told us he can extend it to 2pm for us if we like. Nice~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we rest awhile and took our time showering before checking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to City Square to walk walk and have lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kpq8KHke4xY/TaKiJvGGW2I/AAAAAAAAA0o/gVNxa9Aw-B4/s1600/SAM_0788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kpq8KHke4xY/TaKiJvGGW2I/AAAAAAAAA0o/gVNxa9Aw-B4/s320/SAM_0788.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594211975292148578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch at Wong Kok. We were debating where to have lunch. BBB's daddy said he's interested in a Japanese restaurant and this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up playing "scissors, paper, stone" in the middle of the shopping centre. I won and we went to Wong Kok instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, there are a lot of people eating there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X7FGRv2V9Go/TaKjRrJvCOI/AAAAAAAAA0w/63nIlSYpgbY/s1600/SAM_0794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X7FGRv2V9Go/TaKjRrJvCOI/AAAAAAAAA0w/63nIlSYpgbY/s320/SAM_0794.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594213211184236770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite number. Okay, correction. One of my favorite numbers. Actually, any number with 7 in it is my favourite number. Except 47. I absolutely detest the number 4. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5Y9ruda_xZk/TaKkPX8lYFI/AAAAAAAAA04/t44dZBfQz3M/s1600/SAM_0797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5Y9ruda_xZk/TaKkPX8lYFI/AAAAAAAAA04/t44dZBfQz3M/s320/SAM_0797.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594214271180693586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The orange color "pearl" thingy is really cool. It pops in your mouth when you bite on it. Taste like orange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z6nM-FWQe5o/TaKlY5Pf1zI/AAAAAAAAA1A/gmezUsoNN64/s1600/SAM_0802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z6nM-FWQe5o/TaKlY5Pf1zI/AAAAAAAAA1A/gmezUsoNN64/s320/SAM_0802.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594215534248843058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H2TFi4w--4c/TaKmaFaVnxI/AAAAAAAAA1I/RpBK8Cdj3fw/s1600/SAM_0801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H2TFi4w--4c/TaKmaFaVnxI/AAAAAAAAA1I/RpBK8Cdj3fw/s320/SAM_0801.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594216654207033106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fried chicken wanton(?). Quite nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OPvmMAaDp0E/TaKnNt34pwI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/RmaKXufj5wg/s1600/SAM_0805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OPvmMAaDp0E/TaKnNt34pwI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/RmaKXufj5wg/s320/SAM_0805.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594217541241710338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lunch. Chicken ham and cheese toast. Pathetic right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, it's quite nice. Would prefer it with more cheese though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ByY-gc9vRAo/TaKnxRxGClI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/uiv-0aKCewM/s1600/SAM_0806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ByY-gc9vRAo/TaKnxRxGClI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/uiv-0aKCewM/s320/SAM_0806.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594218152172325458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBB's daddy's lunch. Ramen with pork cutlet. Something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was supposed to be mine. BBB's daddy ordered some char siew ramen or something. But, the waiter told him there's no more char siew. After like 10 minutes of waiting. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, he asked me to see if there's anything else I want. And he'll take my ramen instead. Thus, I ended up taking the toast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I just remembered. You know how staff have this name tag. Their name tag don't actually write the staff name on it. It just says "Waiter 1" or "Waiter 2" and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like so... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;What the fuck?! -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, they have this special treat for people who's having birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's your birthday. You just show the staff your I/C. They'll give you a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;UMBO&lt;/span&gt; size ice milk tea &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;FREE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's extremely jumbo for your info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I know? Cause there's a couple beside us who "ordered" it. It happened to be the girl's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBB's daddy were like asking me to ask the couple if we can take a picture. But, I didn't do it. I shy can?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If got rejected like so argh. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told BBB's daddy that we ought to go back on his birthday. *Laugh Out Loud*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch. We went to walk around a bit to digest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I bought this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0PrbQkJfUbk/TaKqPAFCBrI/AAAAAAAAA1g/wCqHnOvksSQ/s1600/SAM_0809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0PrbQkJfUbk/TaKqPAFCBrI/AAAAAAAAA1g/wCqHnOvksSQ/s320/SAM_0809.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594220861843441330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Padini! Some of their items are really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBB's daddy bought 2 pair of pants there. They are like having some sales going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tjOf90Qiyl8/TaKq3ZLAyNI/AAAAAAAAA1o/NYAAYNK9GOs/s1600/SAM_0812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tjOf90Qiyl8/TaKq3ZLAyNI/AAAAAAAAA1o/NYAAYNK9GOs/s320/SAM_0812.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594221555774179538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flats that's been on my mind for damn long. I went ahead and bought it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I doubt I'll be wearing it out often. Especially on rainy days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ashamed to admit. I'm an impulsive buyer. *Sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5TW0lKLADzo/TaKrjiHk4FI/AAAAAAAAA1w/ZnJfZNdHvZs/s1600/SAM_0810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5TW0lKLADzo/TaKrjiHk4FI/AAAAAAAAA1w/ZnJfZNdHvZs/s320/SAM_0810.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594222314089930834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pants were going like 2 for 99RM if I remember correctly. Approximately, 43SGD(?). The quality is really good though. Very soft and all. Even BBB's daddy said it's nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have female and male kind. So, you can have couple pants if you like? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, it's time to return to Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing like home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew, this is like super long and tiring post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be a good girl and go sweep the floor. Even though I'm sick. Boohooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Why is it whenever I'm about to go buy dinner it always rain?! -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone up there hates me. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11594275-6166782272639454192?l=winter-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winter-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/6166782272639454192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11594275&amp;postID=6166782272639454192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11594275/posts/default/6166782272639454192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11594275/posts/default/6166782272639454192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winter-princess.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-back-to-blogging-again-resume.html' title=''/><author><name>BabyRara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hM69QCGLN-Y/TZwa177UtcI/AAAAAAAAAxI/vFT5eaHjAjo/s72-c/SAM_0721.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11594275.post-5443309694300286390</id><published>2011-03-25T15:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T16:11:45.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright, I know it's been damn long since I last posted a new post. It's like what. November? But, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finally got back my motivation to blog! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, I've been thinking of blogging for quite sometime. Just too lazy and didn't bother to log into blogger. Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's totally not what I wanna blog about anyway. No photos for this post, as I didn't bring my camera along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the other day. I went to meet with my long lost friend. Okay. Not long lost friend. It's just that whenever she asked me out. I either can't be bothered or I'm really busy. I know, I know. I'm not a good friend. Criticize me all you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if you guys don't feel like that too. There's bound to be times you don't want to entertain someone. And, frankly. I'm not THAT close to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, since she asked me out for like so many times. I decided to just go out with her. She said she wanted to meet up for early dinner as she got to go to school. So, I'm like okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem is. We only manage to meet for like less than 3 hours. And, she asked to meet me at Vivo. When I told BBB's daddy about it. He's like What the fuck? You go all the way to the other end just to meet for less than 3 hours?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, he suggest to meet up with me after that. So, I'm like okay. Why not. At least I won't be going all the way there just to eat and come back home all alone. Like so no life. No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't bother to dress nicely. Cause, she definitely won't be dressing nicely. So, we went to walk a bit. Talked about super superficial stuff. Like "How's life?", "What have you been doing?". Those kind of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Marché for dinner. Honestly, there's really not much stuff to choose there I think. But, the food's not bad. I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had the cashless system. Where everyone is given a Marché card. You ordered the food and hand the card over to the staff. They will record the purchase in it and when you leave, you just pay for everything at the cashier near the exit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The staff there's like really nice I guess. I definitely won't mind going back there again. Though, the food there is NOT cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar! We should totally go together some times. (Random)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had beef bolognese. As I really had no idea what I want to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were famous for their rösti though. Both my friend and BBB's daddy ordered that. Including the other 2381264712639 number of customers.-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway. Back to me. This is not a food blog after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like ordering drinks. Standing there and everything. Then this staff from the seafood "department" came to the drink "department" and was like checking out what's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told the guy who's a newbie (I think) to tell me the system broke down and asked me to come back later. But he's like lost and don't know how to tell me. So, the guy said just quote what he say. Here's what he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just tell her: Mei nu (Pretty girl) please come back later."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, the guy actually blushed and nudged his colleague. What the fuck?! Funny max. I heard it cause he didn't bother to lower his volume. And he actually smile at me and called me "Mei Nu".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Laugh Out Loud*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he's being sarcastic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway. This supervisor came over and told me to just take my drink and come back later for them to key the items into the Marché card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I sit right in front of the drink "department". So, it's really not that troublesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBB's daddy came while we're halfway done with our food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited for him to go order his food before going to order dessert. Had ice-cream. The guy at the dessert booth gave me 2 BIG scoops. Like it's seriously overflowing. Thanks man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ordered the wrong flavor though. Tried the Yogurt and Rum &amp; Raisins. BBB's daddy said he likes the Rum &amp; Raisins though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent my friend to the MRT station before returning back to Marché. Cause BBB's daddy was like still eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a really cute staff there! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was there like debating whether or not I want another drink. When he pops out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if he's suppose to do that. But he asked me what drink I want. Perhaps cause he heard me saying I wanted a drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I told him I wanted 100 Plus. And, he actually went to order for me! What the fuck maximum?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that he returned with my Marché card and the drink. And, he went off to clear the tables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like telling BBB's daddy I think he's very cute and good looking and all. When I went like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's his real job scope huh?", "Is he suppose to ask people what they wanna drink?" and "Is this like normal coffee shop?!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBB's daddy just shrugged and say "Perhaps he thinks you very cute and pretty. So, special service you know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like WHAT THE FUCK?! Are you serious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause, by the time it's like full of customers already. But, he's like just walking around and clearing tables. Not asking anyone if they want a drink. So, I'm honestly quite puzzled by this. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after all full and stuffed to the brim with good food. We went to walk around Vivo for a bit. The usual spot like pet shop and stuff. Saw a puppy that's damn cute. But freaking expensive can? 2180 bucks. I saw one equally cute last time for 380 bucks only. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took bus back to my place as we can't be bothered to squeeze onto the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tada. *Clap Clap*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm honestly thinking of posting my own photos up. Since I doubt anyone bother to come to my blog now. Ahahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11594275-5443309694300286390?l=winter-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winter-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/5443309694300286390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11594275&amp;postID=5443309694300286390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11594275/posts/default/5443309694300286390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11594275/posts/default/5443309694300286390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winter-princess.blogspot.com/2011/03/alright-i-know-its-been-damn-long-since.html' title=''/><author><name>BabyRara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11594275.post-8447730380963685221</id><published>2010-11-12T13:27:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T15:24:11.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Short short post this shall be. With pictures of course. *Grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick. By the way. No thanks to BBB's daddy. Who always love to eat heaty stuff and me having to follow suit. I ended up having sore throat and flu. Although I'm almost recovering. I started coughing like crap. Booo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Dar to Orchard that day to shop for present for BBB's daddy. Not forgetting shopping for ourselves. Went to ION to eat my Takoyaki. MUST EAT! If you go there. If you didn't even eat it once. You will regret for live!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who cares if it's a little bit expensive. It's totally worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went walking around ION. Found a few items that I don't mind buying for BBB's daddy. But still considering. Went walking and finally. Found it at Espirit. But, the shopkeeper said they don't have a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She offer to check for me if other nearby outlet have any new stock of it. Told me there's one near Wheelock Place at Liat towers. We don't really have any idea where is Liat towers. So, we just walk randomly to Wheelock place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/TNzVeAJVRgI/AAAAAAAAAvA/O1LFcPV9vu0/s1600/071120101496.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/TNzVeAJVRgI/AAAAAAAAAvA/O1LFcPV9vu0/s320/071120101496.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538536353170802178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tada! A wallet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBB's daddy said he wanted a new wallet. So, we went around finding one that fits him. Cause he said he wanted one with a transparent folder(?) and coin pouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw 1 I really like at Prada by the way. It's scratch resistant some more. So, I'm kind of considering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, most wallet nowadays. Especially branded one. Don't have coin pouch or the transparent folder. So, when I saw the Espirit one. I decided to buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBB's daddy said he's really happy with it. But, I think he's trying to bluff me. Booo. -_- It's kind of fat and bulky as compared to his old one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did think of wallet at first. But, his wallet is still okay. Not even spoiling yet. So, I'm considering DSLR for him. And also iPad. Cause he kept jokingly said he wanted one. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I finally asked him if he really wanted iPad. He said no. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After finally settling BBB's daddy's birthday present. Went walking around Far East. I went to do my nails! *GRIN*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/TNzX41VboeI/AAAAAAAAAvI/2DsMn5_2gH0/s1600/041120101426.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/TNzX41VboeI/AAAAAAAAAvI/2DsMn5_2gH0/s320/041120101426.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538539013148484066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See. My toe nails is so happy they are all different colours! Haha. I told the lady to randomly paint them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/TNzZ9h3FfdI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/xjGTsev9cBw/s1600/041120101427.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/TNzZ9h3FfdI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/xjGTsev9cBw/s320/041120101427.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538541292843531730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got matchy fingernails! *Grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though my finger's yellow is different shade from my toes. But, whatever. Was trying out the yellow to see which one fits. I think I won't paint yellow next time. Maybe should try orange instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I'm happy. My nails is CHIO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;__________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I lied to BBB's daddy said I didn't get him any present. Cause it's not his birthday yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just using what he did to me the other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposedly, he didn't buy me anything for our anniversary. But, one night. When we were in the room playing DS. He kept scolding me stupid. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only after I accidentally dropped my pillow that I realise he hid a present underneath my pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said I've been lying on top of it yet I didn't even realise. Honestly, I was only leaning against them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/TNzc8fPXn9I/AAAAAAAAAvY/zTKQ3gF9nRs/s1600/071120101497.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/TNzc8fPXn9I/AAAAAAAAAvY/zTKQ3gF9nRs/s320/071120101497.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538544573495091154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what's inside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/TNzdkTFs42I/AAAAAAAAAvg/X3wOMK2Ftn0/s1600/071120101501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/TNzdkTFs42I/AAAAAAAAAvg/X3wOMK2Ftn0/s320/071120101501.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538545257428083554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A necklace. *Grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I have no intention of changing my current necklace yet. But still, THANK YOU! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;__________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Marina Square to celebrate BBB's daddy's birthday. Cause he said he wanted to eat steamboat and barbecue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we went to eat at Yuki &amp;amp; Yaki. The steamboat and teppanyaki buffet. And they let you DIY your own ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't take any photos of the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, during the whole process of eating. I notice my cup of ice peach tea kept dripping water. To my horror. The cup is cracked. Not by me of course. I didn't even touch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we called the staff there and told them the cup is like cracked. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the male staff. I think he's around 17 or something. Came and wipe the table. Cause I was like taking tissues and trying to wipe up the mess. But, I just let him do the job anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I said thank you to him. Out of courtesy. And, he stumble and hit the table behind him. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?! Am I so scary? Boooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating. Till almost full. It's ice cream time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/TNzgfKL7mRI/AAAAAAAAAvo/Bkg0LRwtAmM/s1600/061120101431.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/TNzgfKL7mRI/AAAAAAAAAvo/Bkg0LRwtAmM/s320/061120101431.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538548467673831698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is cold. Quite special actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step by step of how to DIY your own ice cream tutorial. *Laugh Out Loud*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/TNzg4H07ahI/AAAAAAAAAvw/qBbwBn5UuZE/s1600/061120101434.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/TNzg4H07ahI/AAAAAAAAAvw/qBbwBn5UuZE/s320/061120101434.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538548896537209362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, you pour in whatever flavor of the ice cream you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/TNzhY1-nzQI/AAAAAAAAAv4/x2bTg93k03c/s1600/061120101435.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/TNzhY1-nzQI/AAAAAAAAAv4/x2bTg93k03c/s320/061120101435.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538549458681711874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread them out evenly. And wait for it to solidify.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/TNzhs_xuc2I/AAAAAAAAAwA/i7c8m7WQEzY/s1600/061120101436.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/TNzhs_xuc2I/AAAAAAAAAwA/i7c8m7WQEzY/s320/061120101436.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538549804909359970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that. You can mold it into any shape you fancy. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above is done by BBB's daddy. Who claim he had done this before and the outcome turns out quite ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I on the other hand had not went there before. Did a better job than him. -_- Sad to say for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/TNzisI4dD2I/AAAAAAAAAwI/Uepndm5dmO8/s1600/061120101446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/TNzisI4dD2I/AAAAAAAAAwI/Uepndm5dmO8/s320/061120101446.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538550889685258082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, after awhile. The cold "teppanyaki" plate thing gets a bit dirty with all the different flavor ice cream on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/TNzjKDWxJLI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/Yg9pbP_HPFQ/s1600/061120101458.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/TNzjKDWxJLI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/Yg9pbP_HPFQ/s320/061120101458.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538551403597866162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows guy can be so childish too. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBB's daddy did that. I swear. He even tried to write my name with ice cream. But, failed of course. And, he's like damn sad about it. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pink colour ice cream is raspberry flavor. It taste like the many flavored pink mentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating we went for movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/TNzj_bDpzyI/AAAAAAAAAwY/rG792w9hreg/s1600/061120101460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/TNzj_bDpzyI/AAAAAAAAAwY/rG792w9hreg/s320/061120101460.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538552320493211426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megamind! It's quite okay. Not something you must die die watch in cinema to get the feel. Though, both me and BBB's daddy got to admit. The sound system they set is really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a part where one character is like talking on stage and someone shouted from below the stage. Something like "I love you!" and, it actually sounds like someone in cinema said that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, obviously it's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, 3.7 out of 5 for the movie. And, most of the time. People are laughing. When I don't really find it very funny. Bah. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;__________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents bought a new TV! Finally. TV is really cheap nowadays anyway. On Sunday my mum came into my room to tell us that my dad wanted to go buy new TV somewhere. So, we have to settle brunch ourselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, after awhile. They came back. With a BANG some more. My niece supposedly push the box with the TV inside. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, BBB's daddy. As always, being "very" caring. Ran out to check what's wrong. He told me he thought my parents bought a fan or something. Cause the size of the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Than, he realise it's a TV. I went out to see as I'm a very curious person. *Laugh Out Loud*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, God. Am I shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/TNzmGw1gM-I/AAAAAAAAAwg/4ywtmJ2S-QY/s1600/071120101504.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/TNzmGw1gM-I/AAAAAAAAAwg/4ywtmJ2S-QY/s320/071120101504.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538554645621781474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32 inch some more. Guess how much?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only 399! What the fuck maximum?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard the price in the room and thought it would be like 20+ inch kind of small TV. But, so big! For so cheap! Really what the fuck right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, it's showing Harry Potter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBB's daddy fixed the TV for us. He even had a go on my Wii to try out the difference in effect from the old TV. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I know you guys miss Pico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/TNznnvEVKdI/AAAAAAAAAwo/GYNajkrwXbQ/s1600/260620101311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/TNznnvEVKdI/AAAAAAAAAwo/GYNajkrwXbQ/s320/260620101311.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538556311594412498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuck. And moon-ing his ass! Hahahahahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I threw away his house and bought a new wooden house for him. Well, BBB's daddy bought a new one for him. He said I always say he don't love Pico no more. So, he decided to buy a new house give him. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/TNzoTOGJHpI/AAAAAAAAAww/BBMh3a0V5bU/s1600/260620101315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/TNzoTOGJHpI/AAAAAAAAAww/BBMh3a0V5bU/s320/260620101315.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538557058657885842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love this photo of him. I had it as Pico's photo album's cover in Facebook. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/TNzox-39rKI/AAAAAAAAAw4/uKyVuqpABSM/s1600/261020101422.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/TNzox-39rKI/AAAAAAAAAw4/uKyVuqpABSM/s320/261020101422.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538557587147828386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my Pico. Even though he bit me. I still love him. He's evil! Why is he so cute?! Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Enough rambling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11594275-8447730380963685221?l=winter-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winter-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/8447730380963685221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11594275&amp;postID=8447730380963685221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11594275/posts/default/8447730380963685221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11594275/posts/default/8447730380963685221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winter-princess.blogspot.com/2010/11/short-short-post-this-shall-be.html' title=''/><author><name>BabyRara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/TNzVeAJVRgI/AAAAAAAAAvA/O1LFcPV9vu0/s72-c/071120101496.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11594275.post-3872071322333028001</id><published>2010-11-02T19:13:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T23:48:59.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No photos for this post. Just feel like Blogging all of a sudden. It's going to be super random. But, better than not updating my Blog at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been playing Counter Strike recently. Cause BBB's daddy wanted to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, we wanted to go back maple. Cause there's going to be a new job coming up. Dual blade or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, BBB's daddy's account got hack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hacker nowadays. Booo. Supposedly almost everything in intact. Except for the mesos and throwing stars. I've always nag him about his password anyway. So, he had lost his mood in maple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Counter Strike was quite okay really. It wasn't that bad. But, playing for too long and too much makes one dizzy and feels nauseous. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been playing against BOTs / AIs though. It means Computer. If you don't know. I kept complaining that those BOTs are like super smart. They actually know to come from your back to avoid being detected and literally "Back stab" you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In their case. Back shot you. -_- Sometimes, you don't even know how you die. Sheesh. Playing with human player is a lot harder. Like seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, BBB's daddy were like playing and he got to AFK. He asked me to take over. I got killed like 5 to 6 times and only managed to kill 1 player. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than half the time I don't even know how I got shot. Booo. So, I prefer playing with BOTs. Like seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, recently, it sucks. Cause my mum's not cooking. And, it's a pain to keep buying outside food. You'll end up not knowing what to buy / eat for dinner. Sheesh. I'm going to have phobia for vege rice soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it means I ought to learn cooking. Not just cooking cup noodle or maggie or frying eggs. But, proper cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, will be going out with Dar to Orchard tomorrow. Wanted to go shop for BBB's daddy's birthday present. But, I have absolutely no idea what to get for him. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, been re-reading my Harry Potter novel for the N time. And re-watching the entire series. Cause, the movie is coming. MUST go watch no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After so much ranting. I finally remembered what I wanted to Blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, how I always go buy mangas from Mark Kor Kor. Like, I really like him man. I mean, I really like to buy things from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I went to his shop to check if there's any new manga update and stuff. He recommend us 1 book. Saying it's nice and funny. So, I just took it and say see how first while reading the back cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like secretly telling BBB's daddy that. Why not we asked Mark Kor Kor to open it up and let me flip through before deciding. The book was sealed. I was joking only. Like seriously. And, Mark Kor Kor was nowhere in sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, when I went to the counter. He took the manga and really unseal it before handing it back to me. I was like. O.o &lt;- seriously. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me: Wah! So nice to let me flip through?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mark Kor Kor: Ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me: *Flipping Through*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;After awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me: *Whispering to BBB's daddy* What if I tell him I don't want the book?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;BBB's daddy: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me: *Evil Grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I passed the book back to Mark Kor Kor. Telling him I don't want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mark Kor Kor: HUH?! Don't want? It's nice you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me: Don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mark Kor Kor: But you were flipping what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me: I scan through only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mark Kor Kor: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a short pause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me: Joking only. Buying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mark Kor Kor: *Heave a sigh of relive*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me: You say nice one. Not nice I come back ask for refund.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mark Kor Kor: OKAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me: *To BBB's daddy* He said okay! O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like totally, Laugh my ass off. I enjoy disturbing him. I complained and said that they always introduce on going manga. End up I always have to wait super long for the next book till I wanna bang wall. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, he stood there laughing. Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we went off. We were like totally discussing about this. Cause, we don't think he heard me when I jokingly said I want ask him to unseal it and let me browse through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, it's not the first time this happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the other time, went something like that. I wanted to buy some manga. But, it's not on the shelves. They had those already packed properly "full sets". Or in that case. To the latest book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;BBB's daddy: *After looking for very long* Like don't have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me: Have. *Point at the top shelves*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;BBB's daddy: That's the full set one though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me: Ask Mark Kor Kor take out. *Grin* ( Again. I was only JOKING. And he's not anywhere near us. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me: You don't have ( Whatever title ) manga anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mark Kor Kor: Have. *Went to find*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me: Don't have. You only got the one ready pack in sets one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mark Kor Kor: O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, if you believe it. He took it down and unwrap the whole thing just to get the 2 manga for me! I'm totally like.. What the fuck?! Haha. And I goes like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me: WAH?! You so good to me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mark Kor Kor: *Laugh* Ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me: I'm so touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Like seriously. He's not suppose to actually. But, cause it's us. So, he gave us extra "Special" service. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any of you got stupid idea. He's already married. Either way. He's really nice. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, got the shock of my life. My freaking jerk of an EX-boyfriend's married. Like totally what the fuck maximum?! He so, don't deserve it. Whatever. Hope he makes a good husband. Since he was a good boyfriend before. But sucks like crap after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope he'll finally know what commitment is. Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBB's daddy. WHEN WE GETTING MARRIED?! HUH?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Joking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11594275-3872071322333028001?l=winter-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winter-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/3872071322333028001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11594275&amp;postID=3872071322333028001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11594275/posts/default/3872071322333028001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11594275/posts/default/3872071322333028001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winter-princess.blogspot.com/2010/11/no-photos-for-this-post.html' title=''/><author><name>BabyRara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11594275.post-6102096342960724446</id><published>2010-10-12T16:20:00.024+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T19:29:37.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright. I give up. I'm not going to bother changing my Blog skin anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe next time I guess. But, I honestly need to edit those stuff at my side bar. &lt;&lt;&lt; -_- Way too outdated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, I guess I ought to Blog a little. Been like eons since I last blogged anyway. Even me myself don't bother visiting my Blog anymore. *Laugh Out Loud*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super load of photos to post up man. I think I'll need to update them separately. Or maybe not. So, here goes. Random post with random photos from I can't remember when...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/TLQgDB9bZ1I/AAAAAAAAAuA/BIGnPppapnY/s1600/080820101362.jpg"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527077879128221522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/TLQgDB9bZ1I/AAAAAAAAAuA/BIGnPppapnY/s320/080820101362.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess where am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/TLQhqPicIoI/AAAAAAAAAuI/pKHBgsLucyQ/s1600/080820101358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527079652299645570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/TLQhqPicIoI/AAAAAAAAAuI/pKHBgsLucyQ/s320/080820101358.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The newly open Kbox near Lot 1. Went there to celebrate Dar's Birthday. *Grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/TLQi4W7SNLI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l7vPtP9NfF0/s1600/080820101357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527080994312697010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/TLQi4W7SNLI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l7vPtP9NfF0/s320/080820101357.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wall beside the seats have these buttons thing. Allow you to skip songs and so on. But, I especially love the "Applause, Cheers, Whistle and Jeer" buttons. Kept pressing them. *Laugh Out Loud*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/TLQlLTyaJKI/AAAAAAAAAuY/RH0Vq4Z6MHs/s1600/080820101359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527083518910932130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/TLQlLTyaJKI/AAAAAAAAAuY/RH0Vq4Z6MHs/s320/080820101359.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touch screen! We had fun playing with it. Hehe. Though I kind of miss the old system with the remote. It's easier that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Kbox we went to NYNY for dinner. BBB's Daddy applied for the membership card. So, we used the voucher that comes with it. This is supposedly BBB's Daddy's birthday present for Dar. I bought a her necklace though. *GRIN*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/TLQnO6KWlqI/AAAAAAAAAug/j2Sa0ojLqyM/s1600/260720101342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527085779774772898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/TLQnO6KWlqI/AAAAAAAAAug/j2Sa0ojLqyM/s320/260720101342.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, is Mr Smiley. Say Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/TLQoAeiSzUI/AAAAAAAAAuo/lilrZ3ukjJs/s1600/260720101343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527086631352454466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/TLQoAeiSzUI/AAAAAAAAAuo/lilrZ3ukjJs/s320/260720101343.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBB's Daddy bought this for me. Saying it's troublesome for me to keep bringing my stuffed toy along with me whenever I went over to his place. I love Beaned stuff. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/TLQsrTwgxhI/AAAAAAAAAuw/uro6d-FvIqY/s1600/23122009884.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527091765240186386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/TLQsrTwgxhI/AAAAAAAAAuw/uro6d-FvIqY/s320/23122009884.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been super into Bibimbap recently. Went to Watami at Clarke Quey again the other day. I love Bibimbap cause it's full of vegetables! And mixing everything means it's a mouthful of yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, the food at Watami is really quite good. *Thumbs up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though not all Bibimbap from anywhere are nice. I will still order them if they are okay. Hehe. Bibimbap. *Drool*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/TLQtmPk3H9I/AAAAAAAAAu4/y9IQ_r5M-Cw/s1600/23122009878.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527092777729859538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/TLQtmPk3H9I/AAAAAAAAAu4/y9IQ_r5M-Cw/s320/23122009878.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TOMPEIYAKI! NICE!&lt;/span&gt; Fucking nice! Love love love love love! Mad love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;____________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, BBB's Daddy and I went to the Zoo the other day to celebrate our 2 years Anniversary. Couldn't go on the actual day. So, we had a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;PRE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Anniversary celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was so worried it will rain that day. Cause the weather report says it will be raining. Boohooo. But, luckily the weather was quite good apart from being a little too hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the direct Bus from the Bus interchange at Chua Chu Kang. At first we were like. No people. Hmmm. But suddenly. Out from nowhere. The queue became super long. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm not gonna post up all the photos. Cause I'll be uploading them onto my Facebook. No point repeating the photos. And, Blogger is starting to go bonkers on me for loading my photos inside. Too many perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;( Nice. After I thought of resuming this Blog post since I keep not being able to post photos for the past few days. We have a stupid Image uploads being disabled due to maintenance. Grats. Forever don't have to post up this post. -_- )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Dar kept telling me to upload them into photobucket first. I don't really like photobucket though. But I'm going to give it a try anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s163.photobucket.com/albums/t307/prosperbear/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01919.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t307/prosperbear/DSC01919.jpg" width="575" height="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Breakfast! Bought this Pizza at the enterance area. Very nice! Even though it look kind of mess up. Wanted to get the Hawaiian flavour. But a lady before us bought it. So, we end up buying this. Chicken something. No idea what's the name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of buying Pizza. While we were there thinking what to buy. A girl walked pass us. And, she dropped her handphone. I didn't notice her at first. But I definitely notice her phone. You would too. If something hard and heavy almost smash onto your feet. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBB's Daddy told me the girl went to queue at the ATM so I went over to return the photo to her. After returning it I went back to talk to BBB's daddy. Saying we're really nice to return her the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't we even think about keeping it. Haha. BBB's daddy was like. He did think about keeping the phone. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;BUT!&lt;/span&gt; He feels the girl would feel really sucky to lose her phone of all places at the zoo. Which is suppose to be a fun place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine you went to the zoo thinking it's gonna be really fun. Only to find out you lost your phone. Ahahahaha. Well, at least we did something good. *BIG GRIN*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s163.photobucket.com/albums/t307/prosperbear/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01908.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t307/prosperbear/DSC01908.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otters! Super cute. BBB's Daddy snapped super load of photos. Like he never see otters before. Alright, you don't see otters often. I know. I mean otters is not a everyday thing. You don't see them crossing the road or resting on ledges. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s163.photobucket.com/albums/t307/prosperbear/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01913.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t307/prosperbear/DSC01913.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White tiger! Roar! Told BBB's daddy that I wanted to go find the infamous White tiger that supposedly killed someone. The tiger in the photo is like pacing to and fro. -_- When we went to see them. It was like walking at the edge. When we're about to leave the zoo at end of the day, we walked pass it. It's still pacing to and fro at the edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess life is bored when you're in the zoo. You either lie there not moving or you'll pace there to and fro. Sheesh. Or perhaps it felt threaten. So many people ogling at it. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s163.photobucket.com/albums/t307/prosperbear/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01909.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t307/prosperbear/DSC01909.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spot the monkey! Okay. This is lame. It's like so obvious in the photo. We had been playing this "game" in the zoo almost the whole day. Trying to find where the animal is. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, it's kind of fun to go to the zoo. Be it with a group of friends or just with your partner. Dar still asked me "Go zoo do what?" the other time when I asked her along. -_- Go zoo of course go see animal. Or not go picnic? Ahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum say we go feed mosquito though. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s163.photobucket.com/albums/t307/prosperbear/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01925.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t307/prosperbear/DSC01925.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horsie! Or pony. Whatever it is. This place is a bit stinky. But most part of the zoo is quite okay. We took the boat ride to here. Wanted to eat our Pizza during the boat ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBB's daddy kept saying it's okay. But, I think we're seriously not suppose to eat on the boat or tram. So, I end up gobbling down 1 piece of my pizza. Hehe. Hungry what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the place where the pony is is like a kid's world or something. The parents can paid to have their kid ride on the pony. There's also this horse carriage thingy. No idea how much though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s163.photobucket.com/albums/t307/prosperbear/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01938.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t307/prosperbear/DSC01938.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spot the toad! We had fun at this place. Apparently, all the toads love to hide. If I remember correctly. After this toad-y place. There's like an area full of animals that's walking around freely. Kind of like a "trail"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There'll be humongous bats flying above your head. I'm not worried about those bats though. I'm more worried about birds and bats droppings. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s163.photobucket.com/albums/t307/prosperbear/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01941.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t307/prosperbear/DSC01941.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The duck in this photo is like totally being a stalker. Okay. Not stalker. It's like walking behind me and BBB's daddy throughout the whole trail. It's kind of cute though. But, duck bites. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm kind of scared it'll go bonkers and peck me or something. While BBB's daddy was busy taking photos of something else. I was staring at the duck. And, it just walk idly pass me. Shaking it's tail feather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s163.photobucket.com/albums/t307/prosperbear/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01953.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t307/prosperbear/DSC01953.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only photo I took the whole day. BBB's daddy was trying to take a photo of Possum or was it Lemur? I think it's the Lemur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kept complaining it won't stay still and it's too inside. I told him to sing the Madagascar song. Maybe it will come out. You know. "I like to move it, move it". Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, this little fella happen to ran pass me. I'm totally awwww. So &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;CUTE!&lt;/span&gt; BBB's daddy said he think it's call a mousedeer or something. I took 2 shots of him. 1 is blurred. But this one is a nice shot. *Grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was squatting down in slow motion so as not to scare it off. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s163.photobucket.com/albums/t307/prosperbear/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01951.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t307/prosperbear/DSC01951.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bats! The size of, me. I think. Super huge. I was like, "I'm not going anyway near them." But, BBB's daddy was super enthusiastic and ran off towards them to take pictures. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know they don't bite. More like, I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;THINK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; they don't bite. But they still look scary. Booohooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s163.photobucket.com/albums/t307/prosperbear/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01968.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t307/prosperbear/DSC01968.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, is call the snapping turtle. It's in a tank with no cover though. I guess. If you dare you can put your hands inside to test how hard it will snap your hands off. Hahaha. Totally not encouraging anyone to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They look kind of ugly. Ferociously ugly. -_- Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s163.photobucket.com/albums/t307/prosperbear/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01973.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t307/prosperbear/DSC01973.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Komodo Dragon! There's only 1 I think. He seems kind of lonely. Anyway, they are like in this enclosed area. With wires and bars. Not high enough to prevent people from going in though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, while BBB's Daddy is snapping photos of this. I notice something small dashed pass into the bushes. So, being me. I freaked out and goes like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Me: "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OH MY GOD?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; Got lizard running around!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;BBB's Daddy: "Nah. Don't worry. It's not a komodo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Me: "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WHAT THE FUCK?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; Of course it's not a komodo! But, still... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LIZARD RUNNING AROUND!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;BBB's Daddy: "Gone already."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Me: "..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Gosh. Guys. Shouldn't they be worried about lizards running loose. I definitely mean that the komodo can come out of it's enclosure. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. The end. *Clap Clap*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go edit my photos and load them up Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11594275-6102096342960724446?l=winter-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winter-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/6102096342960724446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11594275&amp;postID=6102096342960724446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11594275/posts/default/6102096342960724446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11594275/posts/default/6102096342960724446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winter-princess.blogspot.com/2010/10/alright.html' title=''/><author><name>BabyRara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/TLQgDB9bZ1I/AAAAAAAAAuA/BIGnPppapnY/s72-c/080820101362.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11594275.post-3503445142584670079</id><published>2010-08-31T21:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T21:01:16.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Super duper long no blog. But, I'm not blogging today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be revamping my blog. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11594275-3503445142584670079?l=winter-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winter-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/3503445142584670079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11594275&amp;postID=3503445142584670079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11594275/posts/default/3503445142584670079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11594275/posts/default/3503445142584670079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winter-princess.blogspot.com/2010/08/super-duper-long-no-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>BabyRara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11594275.post-5422748440837304644</id><published>2010-07-17T23:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T23:28:30.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm TBTB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too busy to blog for your information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been working. And I feel damn fucked up right now. Partly cause of my menses I guess. I was introduced into the company by my Sister-in-law's sister. Honestly, I hate working with people I know. Especially, "Relatives".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I took off on Thursday. Since my boss won't be in office and I had nothing much left to do and also cause I'm lazy. And Friday I was late for work a bit. Due to the fucking rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally, I have to take train and change to bus. And, the bus takes fucking long to come. Like 20 minutes or something for 1. Sometimes you even have to wait for more than half an hour before the bus comes. Even if I were to cab there I'll still be a bit late for work. Cause, damn hard to get a cab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, my sister-in-law called my mum on Friday. Saying I skipped work for both days. I'm like.. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WHAT THE FUCK MAN?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not fucking skipped work for Friday. And, I took leave for Thursday which my boss approved!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister-in-law told my mum said her sister (My so call colleague) told her I skipped work. When she didn't see me on Friday. I was suppose to be in office at 1.00pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was late for 20 minutes can?! Cause of the fucking rain. Everywhere is like jam and traffic is like slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SO what?! My fault ah?! CB!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking angry. Cause my mum were like there accusing me for skipping work. When I said I didn't she was like.. "Your sis-in-law said her sister told her you didn't go to work for both days. I know you said you off on Thurs. What about yesterday?!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; TMD!&lt;/span&gt; I did can?! Don't fucking assume stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because when &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;'re in office and I'm not. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;DON'T&lt;/span&gt; mean I'm not going to work. You think everyone won't be late once in awhile?! What the fuck. Some more the work place not exactly near to my house can?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, where got people like that one?! Never get to the bottom of things can anyhow accuse people one?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;FUCK LAH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaking pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not for the fact I need money and my colleague don't want me to leave I would have left the place already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The job freaking sucks. Even though the people there and my boss is nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:550%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;FUCK!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:550%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ARGH!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;P.S. Loads of photos to be uploaded next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11594275-5422748440837304644?l=winter-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winter-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/5422748440837304644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11594275&amp;postID=5422748440837304644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11594275/posts/default/5422748440837304644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11594275/posts/default/5422748440837304644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winter-princess.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-tbtb-too-busy-to-blog-for-your.html' title=''/><author><name>BabyRara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11594275.post-6490599922816383951</id><published>2010-06-04T11:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T11:20:57.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How?! I so long no blog and I can't find my motivation to blog. Damn you, stupid blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have like super load of things from super long ago that I'm suppose to blog about. Well. As I'm old and have super bad memory. I have forgotten almost everything that I wanted to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, going for wedding dinner later. My cousin's getting married. And, my aunt invited BBB's daddy along. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He brought his long sleeve shirt over and asked me to iron for him. Frankly, I am a bit lazy. And secondly, the last time I ironed clothes. My mum commented on it and said that it looks less crumpled before I iron. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't cabal much also. Partly cause I was lazy. And also nobody to cabal with. Dar is busy working. Though I think she's stopping work soon. But, I might be starting a new job soon! HOW?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for the interview the other day. And the person said if I fit their criteria. They will call me back for another interview. Honestly, I think I suck big times during the 1st interview. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the interviewer aka the manager is quite good looking and looks quite young. Unless he have a baby face or not I think he's only around 26 or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, the first thing he said to me is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How old are you? You look very young. Like secondary school kids" -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grats. Anyone got uniform can lend me? I go be secondary school kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, seriously. The job like not bad. I told him I want to take part time instead. Cause the timing like more to my liking. And, he said if I'm happy working there and okay with it. I can change to full time later. *Grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to buy a lot of things! How?! I need go shopping! I need dessert! I need to go my aunt shop to get contact lens. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I shall blog another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11594275-6490599922816383951?l=winter-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winter-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/6490599922816383951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11594275&amp;postID=6490599922816383951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11594275/posts/default/6490599922816383951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11594275/posts/default/6490599922816383951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winter-princess.blogspot.com/2010/06/how-i-so-long-no-blog-and-i-cant-find.html' title=''/><author><name>BabyRara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11594275.post-6611406572605924507</id><published>2010-05-09T15:49:00.024+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T17:07:27.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's mother's day today. And guess what. I'm at home rotting. No celebration this year. Cause, my mum and I are both sick. And, my 2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; brother went to Taiwan for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My elder brother called yesterday though. I think he have plan for celebration. But, my mum told him we're sick so it's best if they not come over. Not good for the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BBB's&lt;/span&gt; daddy is not with me. Cause he went to his auntie place to celebrate with his grandma. Supposedly she 离家出走 (Ran away from home). &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;. I told him the other day that if they asked where am I just say we broke up. See their reaction. But, he say he don't dare say that. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;. It's only a joke man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, you never know. Maybe some of his relatives don't like me and goes like "GOOD! I hate her anyway" or something like that. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Either way&lt;/span&gt;, his mum asked him why he didn't come over this week and he told her I'm sick. She's like "All the more you should be with her what". True. But, didn't want him to catch the flu. And, I'm kind of scared that it's something much more serious than normal flu. As I'm having fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY to all MUMMY in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;____________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, back to topic. I wanted to blog since like the day before. But, whenever I open blogger homepage. I'll be like "I don't think I want to blog". Partly, cause it's damn long. And I'm feeling freaking lazy. I don't even play cabal as much. No thanks to me being sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BBB's&lt;/span&gt; daddy came over to my place and we managed to wake up early. Think it's cause of my niece being noisy. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BBB's&lt;/span&gt; daddy hates her. So, since we are up. We decided to go have breakfast. Where else to have breakfast than the most beloved fast food joint? MacDonald!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S-ZvnWgF_DI/AAAAAAAAArQ/M8_A4wQ0cmE/s1600/IMG00111-20100417-0935.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469181519333817394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S-ZvnWgF_DI/AAAAAAAAArQ/M8_A4wQ0cmE/s320/IMG00111-20100417-0935.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine. I didn't know what to eat. So, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BBB's&lt;/span&gt; daddy got me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Filet&lt;/span&gt; O Fish. I didn't mind this or the sausage mac muffin with egg. But, since &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BBB's&lt;/span&gt; daddy got this for me. I eat this instead. *Grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S-Zv4N1v9jI/AAAAAAAAArY/e58GZ2P5sPg/s1600/IMG00112-20100417-0936.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469181809066505778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S-Zv4N1v9jI/AAAAAAAAArY/e58GZ2P5sPg/s320/IMG00112-20100417-0936.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what's inside??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S-ZwQengqUI/AAAAAAAAArg/eVJA3a9Lygs/s1600/IMG00113-20100417-0936.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469182225887045954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S-ZwQengqUI/AAAAAAAAArg/eVJA3a9Lygs/s320/IMG00113-20100417-0936.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The not so new Breakfast Deluxe. Honestly, I don't really like the combo. And, it's too much for 1 person to finish. Even &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BBB's&lt;/span&gt; daddy got sick of it. I strongly recommend MacDonald to come out with a breakfast that has more egg and the meat patty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; buy that. Imagine. Big breakfast being up size! Though I don't really like the bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast. We walked a bit around the market looking for sign of my parents before going home to rot. *Grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really good to wake up early once in awhile and go breakfast with your boyfriend/girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;____________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day went to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BBB's&lt;/span&gt; daddy's place cause he wanted to send his brother off to the airport. So, I tag along. Took bus to the airport. And went to walk around a bit. Wanted to eat Popeye. But like too late. Cause his brother is like taking midnight flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going Thailand &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;some more&lt;/span&gt;. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can tell &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BBB's&lt;/span&gt; daddy's mummy is quite worried. As the situation there like so messy. Though, I think it doesn't really affect them as they go for army training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S-ZyCC-mGxI/AAAAAAAAAro/pLbeDiFQWVU/s1600/IMG00145-20100423-2137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469184176972765970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S-ZyCC-mGxI/AAAAAAAAAro/pLbeDiFQWVU/s320/IMG00145-20100423-2137.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must take a few shots of the signs. Like tourist-y shots. No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S-ZyYAZZ8BI/AAAAAAAAArw/-0tpEfc3pBQ/s1600/IMG00146-20100423-2138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469184554237030418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S-ZyYAZZ8BI/AAAAAAAAArw/-0tpEfc3pBQ/s320/IMG00146-20100423-2138.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The airport is like super empty. Not bad eh? Felt as if I have the whole place to myself. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S-ZyovAC2fI/AAAAAAAAAr4/zJXQStGqU4k/s1600/IMG00147-20100423-2139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469184841625033202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S-ZyovAC2fI/AAAAAAAAAr4/zJXQStGqU4k/s320/IMG00147-20100423-2139.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A clearer shot. I'm so going overseas. *Laugh Out Loud*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S-Zy9ol9hiI/AAAAAAAAAsA/NFePib9Vzsc/s1600/IMG00149-20100423-2153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469185200682272290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S-Zy9ol9hiI/AAAAAAAAAsA/NFePib9Vzsc/s320/IMG00149-20100423-2153.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This thing is call "The Daisy" if I remember correctly. It's like a giant pinkish fan turning. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BBB's&lt;/span&gt; daddy were like saying if it will drop off a not. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S-ZzdyfCY0I/AAAAAAAAAsI/caH83okoQ30/s1600/IMG00148-20100423-2144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469185753093399362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S-ZzdyfCY0I/AAAAAAAAAsI/caH83okoQ30/s320/IMG00148-20100423-2144.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what is this?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S-ZznI2OedI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/mAA1s4TXDrs/s1600/IMG00150-20100423-2205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469185913715063250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S-ZznI2OedI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/mAA1s4TXDrs/s320/IMG00150-20100423-2205.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer, Trolleys! For &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;luaggues&lt;/span&gt; that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I notice there's something that's lacking in the airport. There's no vending machines. WHY HUH?! Airport cannot put vending machines is it?! People thirsty how?! Go &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; buy?! Like so ridiculous. And there's like no 7-11 or anything. And the cheers is like so far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention most of the shop selling drinks are like coffee. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. I also saw people sleeping at the airport. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BBB's&lt;/span&gt; daddy said that they are those tourists that were trapped cause of the volcano eruption thingy. Like so poor thing. *Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S-Z0IISvPXI/AAAAAAAAAsY/AJJJQK2sX_0/s1600/IMG00151-20100423-2234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469186480501898610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S-Z0IISvPXI/AAAAAAAAAsY/AJJJQK2sX_0/s320/IMG00151-20100423-2234.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly so many people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S-Z1u92YKeI/AAAAAAAAAsg/f7XDqTDZdc4/s1600/IMG00152-20100423-2237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469188247225117154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S-Z1u92YKeI/AAAAAAAAAsg/f7XDqTDZdc4/s320/IMG00152-20100423-2237.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Sardine. All this are army boys. Going to Thailand for training. Some were sent off by their families. Others by friends. And some by their girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, it's a good thing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BBB's&lt;/span&gt; daddy is like older than me. Though, he does have 1 overseas training waiting for him. Reservist overseas. SAD. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;____________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Queen's new toy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S-Z21o1vyHI/AAAAAAAAAso/A30cr8hgYRs/s1600/IMG00155-20100424-1908.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469189461356038258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S-Z21o1vyHI/AAAAAAAAAso/A30cr8hgYRs/s320/IMG00155-20100424-1908.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;PSP&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wooooo&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S-Z29g_spdI/AAAAAAAAAsw/4qiBA1ax3wE/s1600/IMG00153-20100424-1907.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469189596689245650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S-Z29g_spdI/AAAAAAAAAsw/4qiBA1ax3wE/s320/IMG00153-20100424-1907.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. It's actually not mine. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. It's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BBB's&lt;/span&gt; daddy's brother's birthday present. But cause he's not around. So, we took it to play. *Grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still prefer &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DS&lt;/span&gt; though. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;____________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Teppanyaki&lt;/span&gt; the other day. Cause &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BBB's&lt;/span&gt; daddy kept saying he want try. So, we went to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sakae&lt;/span&gt; at Lot One the other night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S-Z32znbs_I/AAAAAAAAAs4/dFAccJCAF_s/s1600/IMG00177-20100502-1810.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469190580940289010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S-Z32znbs_I/AAAAAAAAAs4/dFAccJCAF_s/s320/IMG00177-20100502-1810.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salad. it's quite nice actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S-Z4CfRRBrI/AAAAAAAAAtA/uo3-ErwA33s/s1600/IMG00176-20100502-1809.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469190781637035698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S-Z4CfRRBrI/AAAAAAAAAtA/uo3-ErwA33s/s320/IMG00176-20100502-1809.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine. Chicken and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;toufu&lt;/span&gt; and oyster. The oyster is really nice. It had a very special and butter-y taste to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S-Z4UQ5N6aI/AAAAAAAAAtI/MzZdDSSGmKk/s1600/IMG00179-20100502-1811.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469191087015717282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S-Z4UQ5N6aI/AAAAAAAAAtI/MzZdDSSGmKk/s320/IMG00179-20100502-1811.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BBB's&lt;/span&gt; daddy had lamp (I think) with salmon. Though he throw quite a lot of the salmon to me. And &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;teppanyaki&lt;/span&gt; style &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chawanmushi&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S-Z41z4vptI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/ZAUY8N2IVZs/s1600/IMG00180-20100502-1812.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469191663344658130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S-Z41z4vptI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/ZAUY8N2IVZs/s320/IMG00180-20100502-1812.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BBB's&lt;/span&gt; daddy's rice. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Teppanyaki&lt;/span&gt; style fried rice! *Laugh Out Loud* It's quite special. Not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S-Z5IpwwVgI/AAAAAAAAAtY/G9dlfACzlMk/s1600/IMG00181-20100502-1812.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469191987044308482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S-Z5IpwwVgI/AAAAAAAAAtY/G9dlfACzlMk/s320/IMG00181-20100502-1812.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to do while waiting. So, took picture of the sauces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S-Z5YrEFxLI/AAAAAAAAAtg/opk5uSwcS8o/s1600/IMG00178-20100502-1810.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469192262271747250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S-Z5YrEFxLI/AAAAAAAAAtg/opk5uSwcS8o/s320/IMG00178-20100502-1810.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S-Z5hhcsrlI/AAAAAAAAAto/mAOACpb15RE/s1600/IMG00182-20100502-1813.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469192414309428818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S-Z5hhcsrlI/AAAAAAAAAto/mAOACpb15RE/s320/IMG00182-20100502-1813.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;teppanyaki&lt;/span&gt; chef is quite cute. And friendly. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BBB's&lt;/span&gt; daddy was like asking him how long he learnt &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;teppanyaki&lt;/span&gt; and he actually answered. He sounded like a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_38" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/span&gt; according to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_39" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BBB's&lt;/span&gt; daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;____________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go dinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11594275-6611406572605924507?l=winter-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winter-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/6611406572605924507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11594275&amp;postID=6611406572605924507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11594275/posts/default/6611406572605924507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11594275/posts/default/6611406572605924507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winter-princess.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-mothers-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>BabyRara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S-ZvnWgF_DI/AAAAAAAAArQ/M8_A4wQ0cmE/s72-c/IMG00111-20100417-0935.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11594275.post-2577478399874738756</id><published>2010-05-08T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T14:56:11.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sick. I guess I'll blog when I'm better. -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11594275-2577478399874738756?l=winter-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winter-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/2577478399874738756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11594275&amp;postID=2577478399874738756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11594275/posts/default/2577478399874738756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11594275/posts/default/2577478399874738756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winter-princess.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>BabyRara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11594275.post-5527292636166383114</id><published>2010-05-04T16:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T16:22:30.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I promise to blog tomorrow.&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;End Quote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;P.S. Finally transfered finish all my photos. Took me super long man. No thanks to my beloved Blackberry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11594275-5527292636166383114?l=winter-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winter-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/5527292636166383114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11594275&amp;postID=5527292636166383114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11594275/posts/default/5527292636166383114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11594275/posts/default/5527292636166383114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winter-princess.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-promise-to-blog-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>BabyRara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11594275.post-5353024502253581546</id><published>2010-04-08T13:10:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T14:58:49.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know. I know. It's been damn long since I last promise to blog. That's because I kept forgetting to transfer photos. BBB's daddy had been using my computer to play Dota and what so ever other games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I doubt anyone's coming to my blog anymore. Booohooo. That's why, I'm going to quit blogging! Like real. Hahahahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also busy with other things. That's why I didn't manage to blog the past few days. I've been asked by Dar, BBB's daddy and Mark Kor Kor from comics connection to play...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S71mJWadR3I/AAAAAAAAApg/f7Rq7kKeDSM/s1600/Cabal(Ver93-100406-2217-0000).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S71mJWadR3I/AAAAAAAAApg/f7Rq7kKeDSM/s320/Cabal(Ver93-100406-2217-0000).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457630634264315762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CABAL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S71mZ8nZ0II/AAAAAAAAApo/0K7G_cHpREY/s1600/Cabal(Ver93-100407-1856-0000).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S71mZ8nZ0II/AAAAAAAAApo/0K7G_cHpREY/s320/Cabal(Ver93-100407-1856-0000).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457630919397068930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My character's hair looks like mine man. Perhaps I ought to dye mine red also. Hahahaha. The heart shapes beside me is actually a buff. A GM buff. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S71mu5LLtbI/AAAAAAAAApw/hk1AB92Rf4I/s1600/Cabal(Ver93-100407-0022-0000).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S71mu5LLtbI/AAAAAAAAApw/hk1AB92Rf4I/s320/Cabal(Ver93-100407-0022-0000).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457631279250650546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know. Cabal is not a new game. But, people want to play cannot is it?! NOOB! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're not playing private server by the way. This is the REAL Cabal Sea. Initially Dar asked us to play in Venus. But, Mark Kor Kor asked us to join him at Mars. Apparently, he's a pro there. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He have like 2 character. One's a 15x. The other's a 14x. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, he's very nice! He gave us 10m each and pots and stones that teleport your character back town. *Grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, it's kind of weird to see him talk behind screen. -_- Cause we normally see him in real life at the shop. We're like friends in a way. Customers in another way. -_- Just, plain weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was playing archer initially. But, Mark Kor Kor says that job very hard to play. So I went back to play my original job for Venus. -_- Bah. Kept re-training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a wizard with a sword! *Laugh Out Loud* Looks damn cool. ROAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;_____________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Bah. BBB's daddy had been copying my words! -_- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day went to Jurong Point to look look see see. Been wanting to go there, just didn't have the chance. So, we went there to walk walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Crystal Jade for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S71pfkf8p3I/AAAAAAAAAp4/hdtgV5jGmsk/s1600/200320101118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S71pfkf8p3I/AAAAAAAAAp4/hdtgV5jGmsk/s320/200320101118.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457634314537445234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I took this when it looks like crap. Hahahaha. I've been trying damn hard to take this picture. Cause the lighting and it kept turning blurry. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S71rk_eIcZI/AAAAAAAAAqA/-yyUut5gvPo/s1600/200320101111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S71rk_eIcZI/AAAAAAAAAqA/-yyUut5gvPo/s320/200320101111.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457636606700188050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just bored. Cause I wanted Fried rice. The one I had at Din Tai Feng. But, the Din Tai Feng at Jurong Point is very open. It's like right in the middle of the shopping mall. BBB's daddy say he don't want to let people see him eat. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S71sTQEtpOI/AAAAAAAAAqI/wmH4vmYUAuQ/s1600/200320101121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S71sTQEtpOI/AAAAAAAAAqI/wmH4vmYUAuQ/s320/200320101121.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457637401430959330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is... What's the name again?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah. The Internet hang on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S71us2pGFRI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/wvrgs93ROk0/s1600/200320101122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S71us2pGFRI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/wvrgs93ROk0/s320/200320101122.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457640040304088338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiao Long Bao! Very nice also. Everyone that eat there ordered this! Serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S71vdFBdnxI/AAAAAAAAAqY/_2HUWsZA9c0/s1600/200320101126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S71vdFBdnxI/AAAAAAAAAqY/_2HUWsZA9c0/s320/200320101126.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457640868798111506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fried rice. Eaten halfway and realise never take picture! ROAR! It's taste the same as Din Tai Feng one. -_- But's it's not Prawn. This one is chicken and sausage and don't know what else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose all restaurant likes to fried their fried rice like that. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S71wfXusmrI/AAAAAAAAAqg/VcfmDVVpLuw/s1600/200320101127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S71wfXusmrI/AAAAAAAAAqg/VcfmDVVpLuw/s320/200320101127.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457642007691041458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom Yum Ramen! Apparently it's quite interesting. BBB's daddy said he ate this before. But, it's not like that. He said not bad though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! BBB's daddy was like telling me recently that he saw a lot of not so bad looking girls. Slim and everything. With big meaty boyfriend. Hahaha. Hey, I never say they fat very nice already okay?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, while eating. A couple was like sitting at the table opposite us. They remind me of me and THAT guy. The guy looks like a bad guy by the way. The kind that cheat young girls. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;_____________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S71060MNfaI/AAAAAAAAAqo/pEoMiF-4QHc/s1600/030420101140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S71060MNfaI/AAAAAAAAAqo/pEoMiF-4QHc/s320/030420101140.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457646877234003362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've changed Pico's cage to a fish tank. Cause his running wheel is too small. My poor Pico keep tripping. Mummy see already heart pain. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to BBB's daddy's brother's birthday celebration and his cousin brought the fish tank over. His relatives were like "You keeping fish ah?!" Then, his cousin replied and say he's using it to keep hamster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBB's daddy's relatives were like. EEEEEEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT?! My Pico is damn cute okay?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S712dzkeUrI/AAAAAAAAAqw/Xgoi4bT3OdU/s1600/030420101139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S712dzkeUrI/AAAAAAAAAqw/Xgoi4bT3OdU/s320/030420101139.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457648577874383538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exploring his new house. His butt is so cute. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S7128z0bI3I/AAAAAAAAAq4/8VtAq6zQHL8/s1600/030420101142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S7128z0bI3I/AAAAAAAAAq4/8VtAq6zQHL8/s320/030420101142.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457649110517228402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My furball compare to a cotton ball. Hahahaha. Bought that for him cause I love my Pico. The person said I can give it to him for him to play or make a nest. Apparently, I think that's why he love tissue paper so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S713qWPVyvI/AAAAAAAAArA/9pEjcSp7xRo/s1600/030420101143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S713qWPVyvI/AAAAAAAAArA/9pEjcSp7xRo/s320/030420101143.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457649892851043058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See mummy! I can balance a cotton ball on my head when I sleep! Isn't I smart?! *Squeak*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of squeak. BBB's daddy stupidly dropped him that day when carrying him. And, my poor Pico was squeaking. Must have hurt to drop on the floor. :( But I beat the crap out of him for dropping Pico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And BBB's daddy kept apologizing to Pico. My brother they all were like laughing at us. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S7144tDNccI/AAAAAAAAArI/yHB57wtk0_Q/s1600/030420101145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S7144tDNccI/AAAAAAAAArI/yHB57wtk0_Q/s320/030420101145.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457651239003976130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the cotton! *Hug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, BBB's daddy showed Pico's photos to his cousins. And they asked him "You feed him Pork Lard is it?! Why so fat?!" -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told them I'm the one taking care of Pico actually. Hahaha. And he have a cousin who's girlfriend also kept the same breed of hamster as Pico. But, their's are much more small size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?! My Pico is loveable, fat, and contented, happy hammie can?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I don't feel like blogging anymore. I'm going to go play my CABAL. Fucking lot of hacker. Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;_____________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I fucking hate people who lied when you tell them you're playing a certain games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey! I'm playing Cabal recently.&lt;br /&gt;Fucktard: Me too! I've got a level 170 character.&lt;br /&gt;Me: WOW?! What sever?! I go join you! Then you sponsor me items! =X&lt;br /&gt;Fucktard: Sure! You know....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they went on blabbering about this and that but never tell you what server they playing. Or not, they will tell you shit like they never play already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be frank. I'm a bit doubting Mark Kor Kor when he tell us he got play and his characters level. But, he gave us his IGN and asked us to pm him and join him. He even went to find us and give us items even though we never asked from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUDE(s) who like to lie and crap. Please learn from him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11594275-5353024502253581546?l=winter-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winter-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/5353024502253581546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11594275&amp;postID=5353024502253581546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11594275/posts/default/5353024502253581546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11594275/posts/default/5353024502253581546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winter-princess.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>BabyRara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S71mJWadR3I/AAAAAAAAApg/f7Rq7kKeDSM/s72-c/Cabal(Ver93-100406-2217-0000).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11594275.post-9071824349919779024</id><published>2010-03-24T19:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T19:39:45.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I promise to blog soon. After I transfer photos that I took that is. Ciaos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11594275-9071824349919779024?l=winter-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winter-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/9071824349919779024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11594275&amp;postID=9071824349919779024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11594275/posts/default/9071824349919779024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11594275/posts/default/9071824349919779024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winter-princess.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-promise-to-blog-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>BabyRara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11594275.post-3930378959978112445</id><published>2010-03-09T14:19:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T16:37:19.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello. And goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously thinking whether to blog or not. Since BBB's daddy had left me like 3 or more "Blogging?" messages. I shall blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I'm kind of lazy. I don't even know what to blog about, how to start this post. But, I suppose now I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how this few days newspapers are like filled with pictures and articles of this whole Jack Neo affair thing. Turns out to be fairly entertaining to a certain extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first saw it I'm like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"WOW?! Serious? Interesting~."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But soon, the story gets more and more ridiculous. And, I started going like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Is this another Tiger Wood sex scandal thingy?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was telling BBB's daddy about the article yesterday and he simply finds it fairly amusing. Other than that, he only sees it as a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you guys. But, Jack Neo is like 50. He can be my dad man. What that Wendy sees in him? Other than the fact he's a successful director that might be able to groom a newbie to a star (Maybe?). And, he's rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see nothing good about being with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the Wendy. She said she exposed this whole affair thing cause she wanted to shame him. I'm like, I feel she shame herself more. We're in Singapore not USA. Not many people buy this kind of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her act is pure childish-ness. What she want to gain? Fame? Attention? I don't know and don't want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a certain sense I know her pain. My Ex is the same fucking cheating scum that I hope he dies! Or maybe not. No, I'm no mistress. Nor is my Ex rich. He's just a liar. A real good/bad one to a certain extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose no one is right or wrong in this whole issue. The Wendy ought to know better to be with someone that is married. Jack Neo should know as a public figure if this kind of things were being expose it might jolly well be the end of him. And Mrs Neo, although everyone said she handle things well. But, I don't know. Maybe she ought to be like Mrs Wood. Show them who's Tiger! ROAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way. All continuous cheating, lying, fucking bastards ought to be burn in hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBB's daddy. If you ever feel you are being tempted by some fucking slut or whore. Tell me. I will &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HELP&lt;/span&gt; you to not be tempted or seduce by them. *Cracking Knuckles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's not the point of this blog post. Below is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;___________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day on the 27th. Supposedly my mum and dad went Malaysia. So, BBB's daddy and I went out to eat at Bukit Panjang Plaza to have our brunch. Initially, I told him I want to go Clarke Quay to eat my Tompeiyaki. And, we can go China Town walk walk after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, he's a pig and feeling lazy. So, I told him plan B is to eat MacDonald for breakfast cum lunch and go shop for things to cook for dinner. I&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; MUST&lt;/span&gt; have my Tompeiyaki. So, I suggested making our own version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said the idea sounds good. But, end up he don't want MacDonald when he was the one who suggested Mac in first place. So, I beat the crap out of him before asking him what he want to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Settle for food court. I had handmade noodle while he ordered Yong Tau Hu. There's a Starhub roadshow there by the way. And loads of people were getting iPhone. And, they have &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PURE WHITE BB!&lt;/span&gt; I'm like what the fuck man?! *Brood*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to NTUC to buy ingredients to cook for dinner Bought 1 small cabbage(?), chicken meat, Sukiyaki Pork belly meat, BBQ sauce, Mayo, Japanese curry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought Pico's bedding and look at the hammies for sale at the pet store there. There's a very big fat looking Shih Tzu there. So cute. I suppose it's owner sent it there for grooming or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home to realise we don't have enough ingredients. So, we went to the Esso near my place. They sell meats and vegetables! Though not a lot of course. Bought carrots and potato. It's nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually wanted to go buy myself. Cause BBB's daddy were busy playing his Dota. But, he said to wait for him. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My rice was not a success. Cause too little rice and a bit too much water. Hahahahahahaha. Cause 2 person very hard to cook. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S5XycYWVeVI/AAAAAAAAAnY/eY1lBe5AHQ8/s1600-h/270220101058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446525893760874834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S5XycYWVeVI/AAAAAAAAAnY/eY1lBe5AHQ8/s320/270220101058.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine. There's pork belly, chicken meat, carrots and potato inside. The curry smells spicy but totally not. Was not bad. But I think I prefer it to be more spicy. Gonna try the Super spicy one next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes. The Nemo plate is mine. It don't belong to my nieces or nephew. I bought it long ago when Nemo is still famous. It's for my camping trip. *GRIN*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S5XzWn8V7vI/AAAAAAAAAng/3xRWpPYb6Hg/s1600-h/270220101060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446526894379233010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S5XzWn8V7vI/AAAAAAAAAng/3xRWpPYb6Hg/s320/270220101060.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBB's daddy's plate. He said he want a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt; plate and so he can have loads of curry. Cause there's too much. No thanks to him. He insist in adding a lot of water and the full pack of curry cube meant for 5 servings. *Brood*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His rice is literally shouting "We're DROWNING! down here. HELP!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S5X0SY6xd5I/AAAAAAAAAno/UkpMTvUjg1c/s1600-h/270220101061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446527921138268050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S5X0SY6xd5I/AAAAAAAAAno/UkpMTvUjg1c/s320/270220101061.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homemade Tompeiyaki. It's nice! Though we have too much left over fillings. So, we can only put it at the side of the plate. I don't mind doing it again. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While eating halfway, my dad suddenly came back. So, after we ate finish. We went to the market to pack food for him and BBB's daddy pack a pack of plain white rice for himself to go with the left over curry for supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought a new bedding to try out for Pico from the pet store at my market there. It's apple flavour. Smells interesting. But maybe Pico doesn't like it or something. I don't know. Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;___________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to BBB's daddy's aunt's place the next day. For Yu Sheng. His aunt stays at those HDB terrace. Those double storey kind. And, she stays first floor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside her house is like a mini self made garden and not far from it is a playground. The day we went there's to kitten there. Strays actually. But, they're really cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S5X4pjyC83I/AAAAAAAAAn4/bvAm_PntKZ8/s1600-h/280220101063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446532717237957490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S5X4pjyC83I/AAAAAAAAAn4/bvAm_PntKZ8/s320/280220101063.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBB's daddy's aunt were worried that the kitten at the bottom later break it's neck cause it slept like that. Hahaha. But BBB's daddy's cousin said won't. At most woke up with the neck like that only. So funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S5X5ShBnttI/AAAAAAAAAoA/CurQ9EqraNE/s1600-h/280220101064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446533420872611538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S5X5ShBnttI/AAAAAAAAAoA/CurQ9EqraNE/s320/280220101064.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one likely to sprain it's neck. Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S5X6v0PVetI/AAAAAAAAAoI/nHhUNWxcRsQ/s1600-h/280220101065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446535023758244562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S5X6v0PVetI/AAAAAAAAAoI/nHhUNWxcRsQ/s320/280220101065.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have half a mind of bringing one of them home. Cause they are quite cute. But, BBB's daddy said if I do that. My extremely cute Pico will live in fear everyday. So, sorry kitties. Hope there's good people to adopt you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;___________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday(?) went to Turf City to eat with Dar, Specky and BBB's daddy. At a buffet restaurant call Hokkaido. The food there was not bad. But they don't really have anything I really want. So, I just asked them to order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They order what I eat what. Simple right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S5X_lX3Ma_I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/qdcvriVSWpc/s1600-h/060320101084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446540341900241906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S5X_lX3Ma_I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/qdcvriVSWpc/s320/060320101084.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some skewer mushroom and pork and chicken? I don't know. BBB's daddy ordered one I think. OI! What's the name huh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S5YAUjz-sZI/AAAAAAAAAoo/tk0Sd1Uu2Tg/s1600-h/060320101088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446541152561836434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S5YAUjz-sZI/AAAAAAAAAoo/tk0Sd1Uu2Tg/s320/060320101088.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fried scallop. I know the picture is blur. We were too excited to start eating. As you can see, the food come only they snatch. I have to say. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;STOP! Or I'll kill~ you~!&lt;/span&gt; In order to take the pictures. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar was like, for what? I'm like for blog. DUH. She have forgotten I have a blog. ROAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S5YAT9GAPLI/AAAAAAAAAog/owSPTP8-j6U/s1600-h/060320101087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446541142168452274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S5YAT9GAPLI/AAAAAAAAAog/owSPTP8-j6U/s320/060320101087.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot is this pork or chicken or beef. All meat dishes were ordered by BBB's daddy. End quote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S5YATV5M-oI/AAAAAAAAAoY/6n7-HPuu4iU/s1600-h/060320101085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446541131645778562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S5YATV5M-oI/AAAAAAAAAoY/6n7-HPuu4iU/s320/060320101085.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their meat dishes all quite nice. Teppanyaki style. *GRIN* I was telling BBB's daddy so many meat. Best with rice. But we never order. Cause a lot of food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S5YCOSd1AEI/AAAAAAAAApI/GBUPjUKoOvs/s1600-h/060320101092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446543243849564226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S5YCOSd1AEI/AAAAAAAAApI/GBUPjUKoOvs/s320/060320101092.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is beef cube I think. Not bad. BBB's daddy's order. Crazy him. All meat. -_- No wonder so fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S5YCMj8vLkI/AAAAAAAAAo4/0YrDcEaBWSs/s1600-h/060320101091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446543214182870594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S5YCMj8vLkI/AAAAAAAAAo4/0YrDcEaBWSs/s320/060320101091.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Specky and BBB's daddy arrange this. Asking me to take at 1 go. Cause I'm disturbing them eating. So, they said to pretend this is a set meal. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S5YCNTloddI/AAAAAAAAApA/3daWSE1bqpw/s1600-h/060320101090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446543226970863058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S5YCNTloddI/AAAAAAAAApA/3daWSE1bqpw/s320/060320101090.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evidence of them tempering with the food! Other than the noodle. All ordered by BBB's daddy I think. The noodle is suppose to be Shoyu Ramen. Not very nice. Don't like at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S5YCLxz-u7I/AAAAAAAAAow/3gAkkNuaTQE/s1600-h/060320101089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446543200724368306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S5YCLxz-u7I/AAAAAAAAAow/3gAkkNuaTQE/s320/060320101089.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ebi Tempura. Dar ordered this. She didn't know will be so much. There's like 8 here man. So big some more. It was okay. But Dar don't really like. Lucky 4 share is 2 per piece. Imagine 3 per piece Dar gonna eat till she puke. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially she said she wanna eat all the Ebi. Cause she likes them. But, I think it's not to her liking. So she kept asking us to eat. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked around a bit. Went to giant(?) to buy vitagen. Specky and Dar were threatening BBB's daddy. Asking him to get a car and everything. Or they gonna object us getting married. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that Spec went off to Town while Dar came over my place. We played Wii and went to meet Spec to go Lot 1 together. Went to the Pasar Malam to pack food home to my place to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;___________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending this post with 2 pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S5YFBwWAH_I/AAAAAAAAApQ/DRpjlcE5tts/s1600-h/130220101040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446546327066386418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S5YFBwWAH_I/AAAAAAAAApQ/DRpjlcE5tts/s320/130220101040.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBB's daddy's aunt's cat. He's sleeping. That's a rather big cardboard box. So you can imagine how big this cat is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S5YFCmx55KI/AAAAAAAAApY/u1z16mkF_ZI/s1600-h/090220101039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446546341678933154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S5YFCmx55KI/AAAAAAAAApY/u1z16mkF_ZI/s320/090220101039.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pico. Looking fat. Like really fat. *Brood*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so many things I want to do and eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11594275-3930378959978112445?l=winter-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winter-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/3930378959978112445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11594275&amp;postID=3930378959978112445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11594275/posts/default/3930378959978112445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11594275/posts/default/3930378959978112445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winter-princess.blogspot.com/2010/03/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>BabyRara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S5XycYWVeVI/AAAAAAAAAnY/eY1lBe5AHQ8/s72-c/270220101058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11594275.post-7234518972603249942</id><published>2010-02-24T15:19:00.030+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T16:57:23.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A continuation of the previous post. Though like updated damn far apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S4TT18wLXPI/AAAAAAAAAkY/PLwG5UqblfU/s1600-h/310120101034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441707173565127922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S4TT18wLXPI/AAAAAAAAAkY/PLwG5UqblfU/s320/310120101034.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially BBB's daddy was like saying. With Wii. He can DOTA for all I care. Cause I will be playing my Wii and won't bother him. I like to do all sorts of weird things to him to distract him from DOTA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, he tells me he's gonna set it up for me. So me and Dar can play while he DOTA. But, he ended up playing himself. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar played awhile and she got to go back LOT 1 for the SHINee thing. Poor them. Almost never sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the next morning I received a SMS from Dar asking me to help them cook maggie. Cause, they are broke. And had no money for lunch. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, initially I was hoping to go there see see and see if they want buy anything a not. But heard them say like a lot of people and I doubt I can get to them. Since most of them are crazy over this. Later they thought I cut queue how?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way. I asked my mum whether we have any ingredient to use. Luckily, there's still crab meat, ham and some vegetables. I wanted to cut them initially. But my mum they all don't dare to let me hold the knife. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was like "I think the crab meat cut into three parts can already" *Cut for me*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally like -_- &lt;- that. But, I was the one doing the cooking. My mum was there telling Dar they all they so lucky. Cause they my friend then get to eat my cooking. Hahahaha. -_- But I got cook for her before also! Think BBB's daddy best. Eat my cooking a lot of time. Though mostly maggie. Hmmm. &lt;div align="center"&gt;_________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chinese New Year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I never type happy Chinese New Year (CNY) on my blog again this year. But, who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On CNY eve didn't do much. Though I did go over to BBB's daddy's place. Cause his mum invited me over. You guys must be thinking weird right? Eve I'm suppose to eat reunion dinner with my own family. But I went to BBB's daddy's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we already had reunion lunch the week before at China Town. It's at a vegetarian restaurant. The food there wasn't bad. There's a signature dish. Suppose to be meat and it really taste and feel like meat. But it's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, since my brother and mum invited BBB's daddy to the reunion lunch. So, his side invited me over too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to his place and stayed over for 3 days. BBB's daddy applied leave. So, on Eve. We went to his Aunt's place (The one with the big cat) in the afternoon for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are having steamboat. Their steamboat got a weird sound coming out from the machine(?). -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate a bit cause at night there will be another steamboat at BBB's daddy's place. BBB's daddy ate like 3 round can?! -_- No wonder so fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to BBB's daddy's place. His aunt's son sent us over. I have no idea why. But I like to mix all my ingredients with soup with my rice. Everyone were like asking me why I don't take another bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reasons are simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1. Taking another bowl means washing an extra bowl. Though you might not be the one washing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Convenient what. You put everything and mix together. Mouthful of ingredients and rice is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;YUM&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I guess I like this kind of kiddy way of eating. I used to eat like that when I was a kid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner. BBB's daddy sent me home. My mum gave him a red packet even though it's not yet CNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then look at me and say "Your one later then give you". -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also never ask her for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay up to 守岁. There's a believe that on CNY Eve if kids stays up late till next morning your parents will live longer. Something like that. I does that every year actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, day 1 is always the same. Went to my dad's friend's place then go over to my aunt's place. Had steamboat again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum was saying Day 2 will be steamboat at MY place. And, my 2nd Sister-in-law said they will be coming over to stay. Cause she wants to help my mum out with the preparations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, my mum was secretly hoping they don't come. Cause the 2 kids are kind of troublesome. Later end up is my mum helping them look after the kids instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last stop for Day 1 is at my 4th aunt place. Their house had a dog. Think it's a mix. Their daughter adopted it overseas while she's doing her vet training. Name's WiFi. *Laugh Out Loud*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nephew kept bullying him. Cause supposedly the dog quite good temper and likes people a lot. And, my sister-in-law had a dog. Way bigger size. And my nephew likes to ride it. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, he kept pulling WiFi's tail. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home showered and changed. Helped my mum with the preparation a bit. Though I was mostly disturbing them and making them laugh. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was peeling the Quail eggs for steamboat since I'm bored. My mum was saying that a lot out of shape cause the egg white was sticking to the shell. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we peeled finish my sister-in-law came over and asked if there's anything else to do. She was showering while we were peeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum was like "Can help cut the onion and stuff like that". I honestly thought she was joking. -_- But she said she's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister-in-law haven't even start helping when the kids come and said they want milk. *Laugh Out Loud*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum was kind of rolling her eyes by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she's too busy to care. She gave me the job to peel chestnut. I'm suppose to shave of the skin with knife! What?! You know how to peel potato with knife a not?! Don't know then shut up. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since they usually don't let me hold knife. It's kind of hard and a challenge for me. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like such a pro. Until, my mum come and help out. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister-in-law finally came back after sometime. And said my brother kept bugging her to learn a few dishes from my mum. Especially the meatballs. Cause it's super fucking nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, my mum said there's nothing to teach. Cause she do it according to her feeling. She feel enough salt means enough. Also never go gauge how much to add.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the next morning. While my sister-in-law was helping. I'm busy sleeping. Hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum came in to tell me they almost done preparing already but I still sleeping. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I made it in time for the meatball cooking. I was standing there looking and eating. Hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother was initially helping out making the meatball. But ended up saying he want to eat also. My sister-in-law said since her hand is clean she can feed him. So, she took 1 and took half a bite. Wanted to feed my brother the other half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my brother said he don't want. So, he washed his hand and pop a full one into his mouth. *Laugh Out Loud*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like thinking there seems to be something missing. But my brother said it taste the same. My mum said it's cause I just woke up my engine haven't start. So my tongue not functioning. *Brood*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before leaving the kitchen my brother still remember to pop a few more into his mouth. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he came back in a few more times to steal a few more meatballs to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was telling my mum definitely not enough. Cause we have 2 carnivores around. 1 is my brother whom is already helping himself the other one refers to BBB's daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By then my elder brother and his family had came over. My elder sis-in-law were helping out with the frying of meatballs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S4TnPI9rlpI/AAAAAAAAAkg/u1xDey7ocjY/s1600-h/IMG00082-20100215-1027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441728497060648594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S4TnPI9rlpI/AAAAAAAAAkg/u1xDey7ocjY/s320/IMG00082-20100215-1027.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before frying. 1kg of minced meat. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S4TnfVN0ZgI/AAAAAAAAAko/A1sgs5wXHRA/s1600-h/IMG00083-20100215-1030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441728775227467266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S4TnfVN0ZgI/AAAAAAAAAko/A1sgs5wXHRA/s320/IMG00083-20100215-1030.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frying in progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S4TnwWfFweI/AAAAAAAAAkw/O0bTOQeQJKg/s1600-h/IMG00085-20100215-1105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441729067626119650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S4TnwWfFweI/AAAAAAAAAkw/O0bTOQeQJKg/s320/IMG00085-20100215-1105.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end product. Well, I can't seem to capture what it really looks like. It's more brownish in colour. Either way, it's &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;NICE! ROAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since BBB's daddy had a lot of issue regarding my mum's cooking I shall not care about him if he said it's not nice. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HMPH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, obviously he didn't say that. He ate quite a lot of it. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating. Rest awhile and decided to go BBB's daddy's place. Wanted to go over the next day initially. But changed my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to his aunt's place for steamboat at night again. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Chinese New Year I had like a damn lot of steamboat. *Brood*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, even so. I went to weigh myself the other day. I notice I gained like 1kg. But, to notice that the weighing machine wasn't at 0kg to start with. So, I was actually the same weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBB's daddy was like damn sad. Hahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a few of BBB's daddy relatives don't recognise me and I think they thought he changed girlfriend or something. *Brood*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;_________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PICO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few photos of PICO! Before I end this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S4TqeyeA0SI/AAAAAAAAAk4/U6dKVfwDOy8/s1600-h/10012010954.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441732064435032354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S4TqeyeA0SI/AAAAAAAAAk4/U6dKVfwDOy8/s320/10012010954.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pico doing his "Spider Ham" thing while I'm cleaning his cage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S4TrOsRpp5I/AAAAAAAAAlA/7VOknIE2jks/s1600-h/10012010953.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441732887406290834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S4TrOsRpp5I/AAAAAAAAAlA/7VOknIE2jks/s320/10012010953.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like monkey like that. He will climb by the side to the top of the lid and cling there like climbing monkey bar. Seriously. Both my mum and BBB's daddy saw before. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S4TrtWmDOmI/AAAAAAAAAlI/mc9y7s9ziIA/s1600-h/10012010949.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441733414162217570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S4TrtWmDOmI/AAAAAAAAAlI/mc9y7s9ziIA/s320/10012010949.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The white block thingy you saw in this picture is actually a biting block for hamster. The one I bought is lime flavour. And, I accidentally threw it away. *Brood*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was cleaning the cage the other time and I put the block in the plastic bag along with his old bedding. Meant to throw away. And, I forgot the block is inside and threw everything down the rubbish chute. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's after I'm going out with BBB's daddy that I realise Pico's cage like missing something and it dawn on me that the biting block is missing. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S4Ts6B1yw0I/AAAAAAAAAlY/LVbq-PqVKx4/s1600-h/16012010963.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441734731441029954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S4Ts6B1yw0I/AAAAAAAAAlY/LVbq-PqVKx4/s320/16012010963.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life as a hamster is like boring. So, I played Tug-O-War with him. Using tissue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S4TtWa2uw4I/AAAAAAAAAlg/avxjdhQdJ30/s1600-h/16012010960.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441735219192185730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S4TtWa2uw4I/AAAAAAAAAlg/avxjdhQdJ30/s320/16012010960.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I have no idea if he's having fun or not. But, I felt fairly amuse by him. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S4Ttw8JbpjI/AAAAAAAAAlo/dPscuFg7Q7I/s1600-h/16012010959.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441735674805593650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S4Ttw8JbpjI/AAAAAAAAAlo/dPscuFg7Q7I/s320/16012010959.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HA! I PULL!!!!&lt;/span&gt; Stupid mummy. Let go of my tissue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S4TuNWtldgI/AAAAAAAAAlw/LcN7zaCEaWI/s1600-h/16012010962.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441736162972890626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S4TuNWtldgI/AAAAAAAAAlw/LcN7zaCEaWI/s320/16012010962.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pico all twisted and exposed. Hahaha. I love seeing him sitting and looking fat and also exposing his belly. *GRIN*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S4TurnRfK6I/AAAAAAAAAl4/4gGsQNhCvA4/s1600-h/16012010957.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441736682814516130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S4TurnRfK6I/AAAAAAAAAl4/4gGsQNhCvA4/s320/16012010957.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cute. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S4TvB-1T8cI/AAAAAAAAAmA/ntt16jxbyEE/s1600-h/16012010971.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441737067095912898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S4TvB-1T8cI/AAAAAAAAAmA/ntt16jxbyEE/s320/16012010971.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine! Don't give me don't give me. I don't want play with you already. *Sweep tissue aside*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S4Twqv49VHI/AAAAAAAAAmI/HNzqzYJ3UF0/s1600-h/23012010981.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441738866970940530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S4Twqv49VHI/AAAAAAAAAmI/HNzqzYJ3UF0/s320/23012010981.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wiping Pico. I normally use a slightly damp cloth and a bit of the special spray to wipe Pico. Supposedly it kept Pico clean. I normally wipe him one or twice a week. And that day BBB's daddy said Pico like very wet. So he used a dry tissue to wipe him dry. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S4TxdjrYnhI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/wjsGi8L-yZM/s1600-h/23012010982.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441739739866111506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S4TxdjrYnhI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/wjsGi8L-yZM/s320/23012010982.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the background is messy. Cause my niece is with us I think. Either way, Pico curled into a ball in BBB's daddy's hand! Hahaha. So cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S4TyXkMxQZI/AAAAAAAAAmY/QhiHhHK2xLw/s1600-h/IMG00032-20091211-2112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441740736438550930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S4TyXkMxQZI/AAAAAAAAAmY/QhiHhHK2xLw/s320/IMG00032-20091211-2112.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pico. Being a lazy fat ham. Sleeping on the wheel which is meant for exercise. BBB's daddy and I were discussing of getting a bigger house for him. So we can put more things inside and change to a bigger running wheel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, his butt is falling off. -_- And, he did fell off his wheel after this picture was taken. *Brood*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBB's daddy also said he got thought about getting a companion for Pico. But, that thought never cross my mind. Partly, I didn't find a hamster I like as much as Pico. And also, I think Pico is enough. He can have all the attention he wants from me. *GRIN*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, he should be a fat contented hammie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S4Tz3hbsDTI/AAAAAAAAAmg/qPxIBtkW2dQ/s1600-h/IMG00029-20091210-2000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441742384963259698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S4Tz3hbsDTI/AAAAAAAAAmg/qPxIBtkW2dQ/s320/IMG00029-20091210-2000.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After falling. Might as well sleep under the wheel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S4T0N0COGgI/AAAAAAAAAmo/lbfaGZPH7uU/s1600-h/IMG00064-20100202-2118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441742767913835010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S4T0N0COGgI/AAAAAAAAAmo/lbfaGZPH7uU/s320/IMG00064-20100202-2118.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit dark. But, you can see he decided the other pose with butt dangling is not good. Thus lying like that is better. Hahaha. I didn't on flash cause he's sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S4T0mZif2jI/AAAAAAAAAmw/NPdBELfksqg/s1600-h/IMG00063-20100202-2118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441743190298188338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S4T0mZif2jI/AAAAAAAAAmw/NPdBELfksqg/s320/IMG00063-20100202-2118.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He woke up but lazing on the wheel. Lazy Pico. You're suppose to run on the wheel. Not lie there. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S4T2FZHgY7I/AAAAAAAAAm4/hzgHAmM-dYw/s1600-h/IMG00086-20100215-1106+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441744822272549810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S4T2FZHgY7I/AAAAAAAAAm4/hzgHAmM-dYw/s320/IMG00086-20100215-1106+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I have to admit Pico is kind of fat. When he sit. His butt is so big and fat that his leg can't touch the ground. But still, he's cute! He totally don't look fat when he's not sitting. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S4T2r1GpU9I/AAAAAAAAAnA/wAfJrfgJVw8/s1600-h/IMG00066-20100203-1659.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441745482620163026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S4T2r1GpU9I/AAAAAAAAAnA/wAfJrfgJVw8/s320/IMG00066-20100203-1659.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes? You call me? Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S4T277Hpx0I/AAAAAAAAAnI/a3DQQQ1wsmM/s1600-h/IMG00081-20100214-1800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441745759112906562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S4T277Hpx0I/AAAAAAAAAnI/a3DQQQ1wsmM/s320/IMG00081-20100214-1800.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He likes to sleep all squash up. I suppose it's more comfy? No idea. But cute and looking fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S4T3R7wBBZI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/WfLHzmdp-g8/s1600-h/IMG00078-20100206-1345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441746137239324050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S4T3R7wBBZI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/WfLHzmdp-g8/s320/IMG00078-20100206-1345.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His new found favourite spot. Bought this the other time when shopping. It's a cooling house. They come in plate and the one you saw in this picture kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plate one you can put it in your original hammie house. While this you just attach it anywhere you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposedly it's very cool cause it's metalic. Good for days that are hot. Initially Pico doesn't even use it at all. Now he likes to do this. I suppose his butt is hot? -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or simply cause he can't squeeze his whole self inside. Me and BBB's daddy saw him try a few times with his butt dangling out and fall out of the box. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's cute like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PICO &lt;/span&gt;is love. *GRIN*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, end of post. *Clap clap*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be going to BBB's daddy's place this weekend. Parents won't be home. They going Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall go play my new DS game. Ace attorney Miles Edgeworth. It's a sequeal of Phoenix Wright. YAY! Mad love those games. And, I get to shout &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;OBJECTION!&lt;/span&gt; at BBB's daddy just to annoy him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;P.S. 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I shall keep to my promise. And, since I have not blog for almost a full month. I have like damn loads of things and photos to post up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially wanted to blog about the fun things during my work and stuff like that. Cause those kids really can be quite funny at times. But, I completely forgot about them already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;_____________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PRAWNING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I finally went prawning! On the 17th Jan (Thanks to advance technology for recording the time and date).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been bugging BBB's daddy for damn long and for the whole of 16th. I kept telling him I want to go prawning. But he just drag and drag and drag. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My niece came over on the 16th by the way. So, BBB's daddy and I went to bought food for dinner and durians!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought like 5(?) for $30(?). Cause BBB's daddy said he want to eat. So, no choice. Wanted to buy 3 only. Then the person say buy 5 more value for money(?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As, I'm an impulsive buyer I just said okay. I carry the food while BBB's daddy carry the durians. Throughout the whole journey home. He kept asking me to walk further away from him. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like telling BBB's daddy that if the durians not nice. I will go back to the store and glare the shit out of the guy for cheating my money. Since he said it's very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gave 2 to my cousin's family as they live next door. Well, the durians wasn't bad. *Grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, BBB's daddy tried to ask his DOTA friends out to prawning. But, since it's so last minute.  Nobody can. I met them the other time after my work by the way. Went all the way to Newton. For sambal stingray. BBB's daddy asked me to go for your information. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiya. Don't know why keep side tracking. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S3Jv57_8unI/AAAAAAAAAjg/Qwr3urDczd0/s1600-h/17012010974.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/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S3Jv57_8unI/AAAAAAAAAjg/Qwr3urDczd0/s320/17012010974.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436530741338749554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "pond" with a lot of prawn-er. Hahaha. Cause it's weekend. So, damn load of people. Initially we went to the one at Khatib. But no space at all. So, we went to this one which is near Bishan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S3JwwVFwgxI/AAAAAAAAAjo/kOTuNx7Gtw8/s1600-h/17012010973.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/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S3JwwVFwgxI/AAAAAAAAAjo/kOTuNx7Gtw8/s320/17012010973.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436531675786937106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bait. BBB's daddy said it's chicken's heart. Rod and baits provided. Since I don't know how to prawn and we were only prawning for fun. We shared 1 rod. Of course some people prefer using own rod and bait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S3JxVJ73-gI/AAAAAAAAAjw/rZaug_TkcIw/s1600-h/17012010976.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/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S3JxVJ73-gI/AAAAAAAAAjw/rZaug_TkcIw/s320/17012010976.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436532308447853058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't see the prawns. The prawns can't see you. Everyone have a fair chance of catching something. Of course it's mostly luck I think. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S3Jxx6rnFzI/AAAAAAAAAj4/r1mYOBQjAp4/s1600-h/17012010972.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/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S3Jxx6rnFzI/AAAAAAAAAj4/r1mYOBQjAp4/s320/17012010972.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436532802569312050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught! Most of the prawns are quite big. Not the tiny midget kind. While BBB's daddy removed the hook from the prawns I kept making weird squeaky noises. Like "Eek! Pain!" He just look at me weirdly asking me to hush. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S3JygKzVWhI/AAAAAAAAAkA/Qxf3s-D2rGE/s1600-h/17012010980.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/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S3JygKzVWhI/AAAAAAAAAkA/Qxf3s-D2rGE/s320/17012010980.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436533597170653714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we caught. We didn't finish using up the 3 hours we paid for. Cause BBB's daddy got calls that he need to go site the next day and needed his equipments. So, we got to go his place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, the time you didn't used up could be used the next time. They don't eat your money. Example, you paid for 3 hours but you only prawn for 2 hours. The remaining 1 hour you just keep the "ticket". The next time you go. You can prawn for 1 hour extra!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my first thought of prawning. It's fun! Well, provided you caught something. Or else it's simply boring. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it's not bad. I think I would like to go again! *GRIN*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;_____________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BIRTHDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just notice. I did not type Happy Birthday to myself on my blog this year. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was working on 27th. So, I did not plan to have any celebration at all this year. Lousy. Wanted to just ask a few friends out on the weekend as a belated birthday celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early morning got red packet from parents. Wahahahahahahahahaha. Went to work feeling totally sucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met BBB's daddy after work. He said want to fetch me after work. And the 2 of us go dating and have a mini celebration or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's carrying this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S3J2UOaS8zI/AAAAAAAAAkI/iiCzHWhUuZA/s1600-h/27012010986.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/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S3J2UOaS8zI/AAAAAAAAAkI/iiCzHWhUuZA/s320/27012010986.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436537790027461426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for me. I saw it while he walk towards me. But pretended never see. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's still in my fridge though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like telling him. The amount lesser than last year and the rose not I like and so on. He said he got no time to ask the person make a new one as it's last minute. He was on his way over when he remember he didn't get flowers for me. So, he make a stop at Bukit Panjang Plaza and go buy flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said he just go there and said "I want that one!" -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, thank you! Muacks. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Lot 1 to eat Ajisen. Bought my manga at Comics Connection first. Before the ramen came BBB's daddy said he wanna go to the washroom. And he MIA for damn long. I thought he got surprise or something. But nothing. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year BBB's daddy and Dar gave me a surprise. We were eating when Dar suddenly pop out. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I thought something similar will happen or something. But, nope. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told BBB's daddy that I wanna go popular after that to buy some stationary. And he promise me to get rings for the 2 of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, after eating. He said time to go home. I'm like. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reminded him I wanted to go popular. So, went popular and bought a few pens and long ruler and post it notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, he said time to go home again. I'm once again like -_-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I asked him whether or not we're still looking at rings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought 1 pair that we find quite okay. We asked the person to engrave the last name of our chinese name and our birthday date on it. BBB's daddy was like, "So, your name engrave on mine or what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just  say sarcastically "Good idea. That way if we break up still can wear."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just said "Dream on" -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home after that since BBB's daddy kept saying want go home. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I got surprise! Hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar and Jenny were at my place. They even made me go presents hunting. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S3J6Uwm1ZLI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/YdafnrxFx-U/s1600-h/27012010990.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/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S3J6Uwm1ZLI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/YdafnrxFx-U/s320/27012010990.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436542197253366962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Thanks la! Hurhur. Simple yet memorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;_____________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Saturday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the bank to update my bank book and to do ATM/Nets card. WOOT! A present from my parents as well. HURHUR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to cut my hair after that. I look damn stupid with it. Though a lot of people said I look not bad. BBB's daddy also had his hair trimmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw my parents at the car park while walking home. They were sorting Chinese New Year goodies to give to my aunties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad laugh at my hairstyle till he almost fell down. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBB's daddy were saying he never see my dad that happy before. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out in the evening to Lot 1 again. For my belated birthday dinner. Specky always cannot make it one. Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to eat at NYNY. Saw BBB's daddy's sister there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Dar and Jenny wanted to go to the SHINee autograph session the next day. They said they want to stay over at my place. Which is okay. They were damn crazy over this. BBB's daddy said he's glad I'm not like that. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you might or might not know. If you eat at NYNY you can get free cotton candy! I said I wanted the cotton candy but, none of them dare to ask the staff for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny who is usually thick skin said her skin not that thick to ask for cotton candy. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I stared at BBB's daddy and he finally decided to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The below is the rough conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;BBB's daddy: Excuse me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Supervisor: Yes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;BBB's daddy: Can I.......... *Pause for 30 seconds*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Supervisor: ???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Me: Can I have 2 cotton candy please? *Watery eyes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Supervisor: Sure. *Smile*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Me: *GRIN*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like asking. What's so difficult about asking for cotton candy? Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incidentally, beside us were sitting 4 big guys. And, they also asked for cotton candy after they saw us taking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like. "SEE! People's guy leh! They also dare ask." *Giving them (BBB's daddy) loser-ish look*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating. Went to wash hand and meet up with Dar and Jen. Cause they went to check out the roof top garden where the autograph session is held. They are like discussing strategy for war like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar said she wanted to do her nails. So, BBB's daddy and I went to Comic Connection. To check out the Wii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, BBB's daddy bought a Wii for me! Sort of. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark kor kor who works there. Explained everything to me. Saying that the Wii package originally comes with a remote, nunchuk (The weird looking one) and motion plus (A connector sort of things). So, we just need to buy 1 extra set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept bugging him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Me: You sure 2 remote ah?! Total $510 ah?! SURE?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Mark kor kor: Ya la. I dare lie to you meh?! Later you everyday come here "I thought you say 2 remote one?! Why only 1?!!!!!!" Then I don't need work already. -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Me: Hehehehe *Grin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He opened everything to let me check and explain how to on and off the remote and stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I said. "Okay, thank you. I don't want buy already."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a joking manner of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He replied. "Then I'll go forum and scold you I tell you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I misheard it as "He going to sell the wii at the forum." -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;P.S. I'm at BBB's daddy's place.&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/11594275-6902851375840048349?l=winter-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winter-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/6902851375840048349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11594275&amp;postID=6902851375840048349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11594275/posts/default/6902851375840048349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11594275/posts/default/6902851375840048349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winter-princess.blogspot.com/2010/02/hello-people-since-i-promised-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>BabyRara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S3Jv57_8unI/AAAAAAAAAjg/Qwr3urDczd0/s72-c/17012010974.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11594275.post-146185771156782578</id><published>2010-02-09T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T16:38:21.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I promise to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TRY&lt;/span&gt; and blog tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END QUOTE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11594275-146185771156782578?l=winter-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winter-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/146185771156782578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11594275&amp;postID=146185771156782578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11594275/posts/default/146185771156782578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11594275/posts/default/146185771156782578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winter-princess.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-promise-to-try-and-blog-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>BabyRara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11594275.post-666477746070871069</id><published>2010-01-12T21:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T22:03:52.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know. How ironic it is when you were young. People asked you what you want to be when you grow up. And, you tell them with a smiling face you want to be a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While all the time you and your friends were there saying stuff like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My teacher sucks. She give so much homework."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My teacher crazy one. Always anyhow scold people."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wish a bomb will drop on the school and kill all the teachers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, obviously you were young and don't mean it. I admit it. I said all this before. But, after starting work. I sort of change my perspective. All kids says that. Be it now, 10 years later or 100 years later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No kids likes school or homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I said that long long time ago. Somehow, I ended up as the person I used to hate the most. A teacher. Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, a teacher on probation. But still, nevertheless a teacher. Giving homework, teaching kids and shouting at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you've read it right. Shouting at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I stated in previous post I went to work last week. But, it's only to go there to sign a contract and listen to the job scope in details. My real work only started out this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm attached to a teacher this entire week. According to the person in charge. I'll be observing how they do things and stuff like that. Occasionally helping out here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 was okay. I've been thinking to myself that I must keep my cool. Give the kids a good impression. Not to yell at them or scold them or anything. As they still doesn't know me yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, day 1 pass by quite smoothly. Though tiring. Been standing almost the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is only day 2. Yet, I already shouted at 2 of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously lose my cool. Not that I want to. But I'm seriously losing my patience. They refuse to settle down and keep quiet and do their work. But, ended up fooling around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other teachers kept coming into the room to check things out. Asking them to do their work. And request me to pay close attention to the 2 boys. Make sure they finish the work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, one of them simply refuse. Not even bothered to read the question. Initially, I talked nicely with him. Teaching him question by question. He's Primary 5 yet he said he doesn't even know 9 divide by 3 is how much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept telling myself to chill and teach. But, he ended up playing with his friend. I even asked his friend to stop disturbing him and do his work. But, his friend said he's not doing anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, not doing anything except disturbing others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got so piss off that I literally shouted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"GO SIT OVER THERE AND DO YOUR WORK! NOW!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, turning back to the other boy and shout in his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YOU! BETTER SIT DOWN PROPERLY AND DO YOUR WORK!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole place was like damn quiet after I shouted. That you can hear a pin drop. I suppose they were all surprise at me shouting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit I do feel bad for shouting at them. I really don't want to do that. But, after talking to my colleague and the person in charge. They said it's okay. Cause, they are really hard to control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we have to be firm and let them know that. NO means NO. They themselves know that we won't scold them for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This job really is no fun. -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11594275-666477746070871069?l=winter-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winter-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/666477746070871069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11594275&amp;postID=666477746070871069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11594275/posts/default/666477746070871069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11594275/posts/default/666477746070871069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winter-princess.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>BabyRara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11594275.post-318419392453769194</id><published>2010-01-03T19:03:00.048+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T00:53:45.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yoohoo. I'm gonna blog. Like, now. Cause, you guys might not be hearing much from me starting tomorrow. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case you doesn't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;QUEEN IS STARTING WORK TOMORROW!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School starts tomorrow and so does my job. I'm a teacher!! Oh... The excited-ness. And damn, I'm kind of scared. Haha. I hope I do well for this. *GRIN*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PRAY&lt;/span&gt; for me. Or I'll kick your ass. Okay. That's not right. Oh, please please please pray for me. *Watery Eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, I have like damn load of things to blog about. This is going to be a super long post. I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;____________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day BBB's daddy called me to ask if I want to accompany him to Sim Lim Square. As he needs to collect something for his work. So, I agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met him at Jurong East MRT station. Waited damn long for him. Cause he went to meet his boss nearby. He thought it'll be a fast one that's why he went over. Since, I'm late anyway. And, he can't sit still and wait for someone. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started raining after awhile. But, he managed to make it in time over. We went to a Taxi stand nearby to wait for cab. Cause BBB's daddy say he's lazy to take bus or train. By then, the rain stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, there's like super lot of people waiting for cab can?! -_- And, it's like starting to drizzle again suddenly. Stupid weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After collecting the stuff. He messaged his colleague asking if he want BBB's daddy to pass the stuff to him. So, we went to Outram. I pretend I'm waiting for bus, while BBB's daddy wait for his colleague.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that. We went somewhere to eat our lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S0CE3lxOKyI/AAAAAAAAAeI/Iv2_Mh_xiU4/s1600-h/23122009876.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422480041920310050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S0CE3lxOKyI/AAAAAAAAAeI/Iv2_Mh_xiU4/s320/23122009876.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess where are we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this is stupid. Cause, there's CQ (Clarke Quay) at the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S0CIaitQwxI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/1KxnfQ_In00/s1600-h/23122009874.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422483940928701202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S0CIaitQwxI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/1KxnfQ_In00/s320/23122009874.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to eat Watami! Wanted to eat Waraku actually. But, walked pass and saw the advertisement for Watami. So, BBB's daddy said he want to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I sort of remember Specky telling us that the BiBimBab(?) there is nice. Though I don't really remember the shop name he told us. I just anyhow assume it's the same one. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Uploaded all my photos onto this post and save it as draft. As BBB's daddy wanted to use my computer to Dota.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Continue blogging using his laptop. Gonna try and finish blogging this post in 3 hours time (1am).*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, we went to look for Watami and found it in a sort of corner-y place at Central.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The service there was great. I was taking photos when I accidentally dropped my chopsticks. And, the waitress immediately brought us a pair. Without us telling them to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S0CJtF_tHXI/AAAAAAAAAeo/E2CdjKVNSJY/s1600-h/23122009873.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422485359150570866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S0CJtF_tHXI/AAAAAAAAAeo/E2CdjKVNSJY/s320/23122009873.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ordered &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOT&lt;/span&gt; green tea. Cause I can't drink cold stuff. The Chinese Physician said so. Must refrain from cold things. So, I've been a good girl and drink non-cold stuff whenever I can. *Grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We like the cup. It's nice. If I remember correctly, BBB's daddy said the tea is quite bitter? Not sure. He said it tasted like those Chinese tea and not Mocha. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S0CJ3c3nuII/AAAAAAAAAew/aKvTYk-rPJk/s1600-h/23122009877.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422485537089370242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S0CJ3c3nuII/AAAAAAAAAew/aKvTYk-rPJk/s320/23122009877.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ordered this. It's call Kani &amp;amp; Hotate Cream Croquette (I even went to search for the website for the name). It's like fried Takoyaki or something. The fillings inside is actually crab meat and scallop cream. But, it's not bad when you tried it with the sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S0CKOiN53sI/AAAAAAAAAfA/_KS4uff3N04/s1600-h/23122009883.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422485933662002882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S0CKOiN53sI/AAAAAAAAAfA/_KS4uff3N04/s320/23122009883.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The filling inside will ooze out when you bite into it. Ignore the spoon. I know it's dirty. *Laugh Out Loud*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S0CKFDLa6eI/AAAAAAAAAe4/HyJvrX_oHd4/s1600-h/23122009878.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422485770711263714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S0CKFDLa6eI/AAAAAAAAAe4/HyJvrX_oHd4/s320/23122009878.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Tompeiyaki or something like that. It's &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;FUCKING&lt;/span&gt; nice I tell you. If you go there to eat yet you don't order this. You'll regret!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's pork and cabbage inside. Wrap in &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;EGG!!&lt;/span&gt; Damn. But, I think it's best to share it with someone. Like 2 person eat 1 or something like that. Cause, I seriously think it'll be very sick to eat 1 all by yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S0CJb6MNFaI/AAAAAAAAAeg/UujLlnctq00/s1600-h/23122009872.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422485063923996066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S0CJb6MNFaI/AAAAAAAAAeg/UujLlnctq00/s320/23122009872.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine!! I seriously don't know what to order. So, I ordered ramen. ChaShu Ramen to be exact. Wasn't bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn long never go Ajisen eat already. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S0CKaDInQHI/AAAAAAAAAfI/IiyeRJXvA0c/s1600-h/23122009884.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422486131476742258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S0CKaDInQHI/AAAAAAAAAfI/IiyeRJXvA0c/s320/23122009884.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBB's daddy's. He ordered the Bibimbap. We waited damn long for this can?! I almost finished my ramen. So, I gave my Ramen to BBB's daddy to eat while I wait for the Bibimbap to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S0CKoFFy58I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/ujCy3MgQbGk/s1600-h/23122009886.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422486372519962562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S0CKoFFy58I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/ujCy3MgQbGk/s320/23122009886.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stirred them myself. Quite fun. The Bibimbap was quite nice. Just that the vegetables like too salty. I ate a few mouth and leave the rest for BBB's daddy. He finished the whole thing. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I'm not a fan of Korean food. But, I suppose they are quite okay. If it's nice. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I love the window seats at those restaurants at Clarke Quay. Damn nice. Few times I went there to eat (Though at different restaurant) all got window's seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar, next time we go there eat together! ROAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;____________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the other day. Which is Christmas Eve. Dar and Jenny came over my place for celebration. Cause Dar wanted a gathering. Initially, she said we can just slack and play games at my place and call for pizza delivery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, Jenny said she preferred home cooked food. So, we're kind of stuck on what to cook. I told BBB's daddy I wanted to cook Aglio Olio and perhaps the chicken thing I cooked the other time and maybe make a salad or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBB's daddy said it's not a good idea as not everyone likes Aglio Olio. So, I was like thinking. How?! Nothing to eat!! Cause it's damn last minute. And no people exclude Jenny can make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBB's daddy suggested steamboat. So, I called Dar. Like, late at night. Lucky she haven't sleep. And told her about the idea. She said she's fine with it. So, now the problem is the soup base.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up early next morning and told my mum about it. And, she agreed!! I asked her to prepare the soup for me. And buy meat. Cause, I don't want to buy meat in case it's not fresh. And everyone ended up having tummy ache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Dar, Jenny, BBB's daddy and me. Went to get the other ingredients that we want. It's fucking crowded at the NTUC. That I started swearing at the top of my voice. Anyway, BBB's daddy got to go to camp after that. So, he leave halfway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of that. It reminds me. There's this fuck up uncle that's like pushing the shopping cart. And, he didn't even bother saying "Excuse Me". He just fucking ram into people and that includes &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super wrong move man. The moment he do that. I'm like totally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"FUCK! Oi, don't know how to say excuse me is it?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I just carry on swearing like nobody's business for the rest of the 5 minutes. With people looking at me. Damn piss off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You definitely don't want anyone ramming into you with their cart and scraping your skin off making you bleed. And, I'm fucking sure the fuck up uncle heard me. But he just fucking walk off without saying sorry or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny also got ram into if I'm not wrong. Not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after that incident. Someone bump into me. And I just fucking glare the shit out of them till they say sorry. Cause I'm in fucking bad mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home after that. And prepare. Cause my parents going out to my aunt's daughter's place for celebration. My mum said we bought too much things. I think so too. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, at least we had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that. BBB's daddy came over to join us. I opened his "Pork Belly" which he said must buy. But, cause my mum said there's too much things so I kept it initially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pork belly is nice!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny also love it after trying the first piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played Mahjong after that. I don't have the big set. Only the small one. So, we just sit at my living room table to play. Cause can't find a suitable table. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad doesn't like Mahjong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went over to BBB's daddy place the next day. As his mum and auntie all invite me over. Said they'll be cooking good food and asked me to join them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I went. It's very simple. But, honestly. His aunts and mum can cook. Some of the food they cook are like really nice. I think I ought to learn a few dishes from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pictures about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, the next day. We went out to eat. And also to come home. Went Bishan as I said I wanted to go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While walking towards the bus stop near BBB's daddy's place. We saw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S0CLZK6y_JI/AAAAAAAAAfw/SknR2f9Uj3Y/s1600-h/26122009890.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422487215898033298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S0CLZK6y_JI/AAAAAAAAAfw/SknR2f9Uj3Y/s320/26122009890.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wild mushroom!! So cute. It's white in colour some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S0CLlSOJ4hI/AAAAAAAAAf4/9sowCL9e8u8/s1600-h/26122009891.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422487424016704018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S0CLlSOJ4hI/AAAAAAAAAf4/9sowCL9e8u8/s320/26122009891.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never see any at my side. So, I'm damn amaze when I saw them. I bugged BBB's daddy to take picture of it. That he said he's looking like a retard. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took bus to Bishan and went to eat our lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S0CLzKqKImI/AAAAAAAAAgA/IuMuxOj9b2o/s1600-h/26122009892.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422487662504845922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S0CLzKqKImI/AAAAAAAAAgA/IuMuxOj9b2o/s320/26122009892.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBB's daddy said he wanted to try this. Ding Tai Feng. Cause like a lot of people. And normally. That's a sign of good food. So, we took a number and waited. Yes, you need to take number. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S0CL-w77mKI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Nx3a06vx0fs/s1600-h/26122009895.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422487861758498978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S0CL-w77mKI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Nx3a06vx0fs/s320/26122009895.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pork chop. Fried pork chop that is. It's fucking nice! Damn it. I think they had a special sauce to it or something. No idea. But, it's nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S0CMUU8kXbI/AAAAAAAAAgY/FNGycaqaius/s1600-h/26122009897.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422488232202100146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S0CMUU8kXbI/AAAAAAAAAgY/FNGycaqaius/s320/26122009897.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiao Long Bao. Super nice. Almost everyone ordered this. It's damn juicy. Best with loads of vinegar and ginger. *Grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S0CMyo7rjyI/AAAAAAAAAgw/qJhSmk9RCCY/s1600-h/26122009904.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422488752963161890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S0CMyo7rjyI/AAAAAAAAAgw/qJhSmk9RCCY/s320/26122009904.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fillings inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S0CM8pGHq7I/AAAAAAAAAg4/x2I11PTuf6I/s1600-h/26122009906.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422488924805639090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S0CM8pGHq7I/AAAAAAAAAg4/x2I11PTuf6I/s320/26122009906.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soup inside. I ate like an idiot just to take this photos okay. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, they had a special kitchen just for making Xiao Long Bao. So, you can guess how popular it is. I saw it cause the kitchen is right in front of the shop and it's behind glass kind. So, you can see inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, the Xiao Long Bao is hand-made by those chef. Not bad. Not bad at all. I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S0CMK5LLDTI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/zfibcwYU0i8/s1600-h/26122009896.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422488070128340274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S0CMK5LLDTI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/zfibcwYU0i8/s320/26122009896.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBB's daddy ordered this. He said he wanted something soupy. But, turn out like that. The picture for this does look soupy though. Didn't know it's actually dry. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was quite okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S0CMpgSc4bI/AAAAAAAAAgo/4P_yAqIKSM0/s1600-h/26122009898.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422488596023927218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S0CMpgSc4bI/AAAAAAAAAgo/4P_yAqIKSM0/s320/26122009898.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine. Fried rice with &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PRAWNS!&lt;/span&gt; With an S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S0CMfOfVIfI/AAAAAAAAAgg/O5uiIocpL9U/s1600-h/26122009901.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422488419447415282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S0CMfOfVIfI/AAAAAAAAAgg/O5uiIocpL9U/s320/26122009901.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite nice. I quite like it personally. Shared it with BBB's daddy. And he said it's not bad too. There's like at least 10 Prawns in this small plate of fried rice. Okay, not small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not totally sure if they always put so much prawns inside or what. But, there is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A LOT&lt;/span&gt; of prawn in mine. So, I'm happy. *Grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to walk around a bit and went home after that. Ate out with my parents and my elder brother and his family. Cause my nieces came over to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;____________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to BBB's daddy's aunt's place for New Year Eve celebration. Didn't want to go initially as I'm having my menses. But, BBB's daddy look so sad and unhappy. So, I agreed to go over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay over at his place the night before and we went over in the afternoon. Cause BBB's daddy's mum asked him to bring stuffs over. And we're hungry. So, after going over. We went to Hougang Mall to buy finger food to munch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to his aunt's place after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His aunt have this super&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; BIG&lt;/span&gt; cat called P.J. no idea why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S0CNgGEiWdI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/vqCcPd_6iso/s1600-h/31122009913.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422489533879048658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S0CNgGEiWdI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/vqCcPd_6iso/s320/31122009913.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S0CNW4gakjI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ZxNTZej7YXc/s1600-h/31122009912.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422489375619060274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S0CNW4gakjI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ZxNTZej7YXc/s320/31122009912.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S0CNMv3TUPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/r_Nuu7jZNu0/s1600-h/31122009911.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422489201500442866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S0CNMv3TUPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/r_Nuu7jZNu0/s320/31122009911.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's damn big size. Not fat. But fit kind of big size. BBB's daddy always irritate him and get bit by him. The cat's 13 years old by the way. As in 13 years old human year. Not cat's year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't really like it cause he drop furs. But, he is quite a nice cat. I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, no photos of food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;____________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went out with BBB's daddy, Dar and Specky yesterday. Wanted to go Clarke Quay to eat. But ended up going Chinatown. It's suppose to be a mini celebration of me finally getting a job. *Laugh Out Loud*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Dar first. Cause she came over to my place. As Specky stays near me. And, he's actually still sleeping. So, we waited at my place for him before going down to meet him at the void deck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked to the bus stop near the market to take 190 to Chinatown. Which also pass by Clarke Quay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to a Korean Restuarant call Togi. I suppose cause we went at lunch time or we went quite late. So, there's not really a lot of people. The other time I went with BBB's daddy. There's super lot of people. And they got to queue. Unless you made reservation before hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady boss is a real Korean lady by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S0CNtjnDklI/AAAAAAAAAhY/rA-5gUK9Us8/s1600-h/02012010916.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422489765146759762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S0CNtjnDklI/AAAAAAAAAhY/rA-5gUK9Us8/s320/02012010916.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 6 tiny dishes for starter I suppose. It's on the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S0CN9yZo_fI/AAAAAAAAAho/VXP0aD0Xvj0/s1600-h/02012010918.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422490043994930674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S0CN9yZo_fI/AAAAAAAAAho/VXP0aD0Xvj0/s320/02012010918.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar asked us to order this. Cause she can't decide whether to order the fried one or non-fried one. So, she call for vote. Ended up choosing the non-fried one. Cause more healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S0CO5t1VIWI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/k-EEZcGUNTw/s1600-h/02012010923.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422491073561043298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S0CO5t1VIWI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/k-EEZcGUNTw/s320/02012010923.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their 年糕 (Nian Gao). Not bad actually. I'm not really into spicy stuff like that though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S0CN1VMLwWI/AAAAAAAAAhg/NyfhMUjYHnw/s1600-h/02012010917.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422489898714906978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S0CN1VMLwWI/AAAAAAAAAhg/NyfhMUjYHnw/s320/02012010917.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Specky's Grape juice. There's something that looks like grape in it. But, Specky said he don't think it's grape. Cause he can suck it up the straw. And he doubt grapes can do that. So, he said it's aloe vera. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S0CPNX7wqRI/AAAAAAAAAig/WZjdgK6N4tw/s1600-h/02012010925.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422491411279816978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S0CPNX7wqRI/AAAAAAAAAig/WZjdgK6N4tw/s320/02012010925.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposedly very nice drink that BBB's daddy recommend. Dar also ordered the same. There's orange skin inside it's I'm not wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S0COdd8rj2I/AAAAAAAAAiA/g3O-MRBbyXw/s1600-h/02012010921.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422490588260568930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S0COdd8rj2I/AAAAAAAAAiA/g3O-MRBbyXw/s320/02012010921.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same as what Dar and BBB's daddy ordered. Just that mine is hot. The bottom damn sweet. Cause I never stir. Hahahahahaha. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S0CJLiGdq3I/AAAAAAAAAeY/s-vWyMSbwOI/s1600-h/02012010915.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422484782579559282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S0CJLiGdq3I/AAAAAAAAAeY/s-vWyMSbwOI/s320/02012010915.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Specky ordered this. It's Beef something something. Not really Bibimbap. I think next time he ought to try with more chili cause he told the person to put a little only. And, it's pathetically little. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S0COI_BPE9I/AAAAAAAAAhw/boHwUTxYXGs/s1600-h/02012010919.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422490236360790994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S0COI_BPE9I/AAAAAAAAAhw/boHwUTxYXGs/s320/02012010919.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Togi. You don't have to stir yourself. The person will do it for you. That's Dar's Bibimbap by the way. You can actually choose the meat for your Bibimbap. The Watami one can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S0COUGgWY3I/AAAAAAAAAh4/Qbavz04qSYs/s1600-h/02012010920.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422490427348902770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S0COUGgWY3I/AAAAAAAAAh4/Qbavz04qSYs/s320/02012010920.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar's Bibimbap. She don't know what to eat initially. But decide to give it a try. She finished the whole thing can?! So, I guess it's nice. *Grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S0COvBxEPBI/AAAAAAAAAiI/801HW-_JsqM/s1600-h/02012010922.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422490889933306898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S0COvBxEPBI/AAAAAAAAAiI/801HW-_JsqM/s320/02012010922.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine. I ordered the ramen. Cause I also don't know what to eat. And, since all 3 of them ordered rice. I decide to go for something different. *Laugh Out Loud*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quite like. But, it gets spicy after awhile. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S0CPEx-1VxI/AAAAAAAAAiY/B8PHWeSgCBE/s1600-h/02012010924.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422491263653205778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S0CPEx-1VxI/AAAAAAAAAiY/B8PHWeSgCBE/s320/02012010924.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBB's daddy's fried rice. Kimchi fried rice. It's quite nice. I suppose. Only tried 1 mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't finish my ramen. And, Specky say he wanted to try. So I pass it to him. He said he prefer the Japanese kind of ramen. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating, we went to Orchard Central. Initially, wanted to go ION. But, it's a good thing we went there. Cause, there's &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PIE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S0CPYNxmq8I/AAAAAAAAAio/0mKBuiLz8yw/s1600-h/02012010926.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422491597531425730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S0CPYNxmq8I/AAAAAAAAAio/0mKBuiLz8yw/s320/02012010926.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the same one as the one I told you guys about at Manpuku. The actual name of the shop is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;FRUIT PARADISE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super lot of people can. But honestly, the service there wasn't great. So, I suppose. If you want to eat happily. Go Manpuku eat. Even though it's self-service. At least you're happy after eating the pie. Rather then having people serve you when they keep forgetting about you. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S0CQYoTGICI/AAAAAAAAAjY/fG99tziITYs/s1600-h/02012010938.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422492704162848802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S0CQYoTGICI/AAAAAAAAAjY/fG99tziITYs/s320/02012010938.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ordered Rose Buds Tea to share. The tea is refill-able. Only at Orchard Central. Specky ordered cuppacino. I have no idea where the photo went. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tea taste weird to me. Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S0CPjj5sUDI/AAAAAAAAAiw/HHiaRxY-9Qc/s1600-h/02012010929.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422491792449490994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S0CPjj5sUDI/AAAAAAAAAiw/HHiaRxY-9Qc/s320/02012010929.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cup is nice. I like. The cup that is. I think I'll order different tea next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S0CQQq-KT_I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/bBcNRO7FfGU/s1600-h/02012010936.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422492567441395698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S0CQQq-KT_I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/bBcNRO7FfGU/s320/02012010936.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar's Tart/Pie. She ate the one me and Chris had when we first ate the Pie at Manpuku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S0CQG5foAjI/AAAAAAAAAjI/A4fSfTFF8ZE/s1600-h/02012010933.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422492399541158450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S0CQG5foAjI/AAAAAAAAAjI/A4fSfTFF8ZE/s320/02012010933.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBB's daddy's Mango Tart/Pie. It's nice. The mango is like super sweet. Though he delibrately left 1 last piece which he thought to be sweet turns out super sour. Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S0CP6GPphDI/AAAAAAAAAjA/jSI-KTniubo/s1600-h/02012010931.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422492179625509938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S0CP6GPphDI/AAAAAAAAAjA/jSI-KTniubo/s320/02012010931.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Specky's strawberry chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S0CPvAAt7ZI/AAAAAAAAAi4/Sp-oi5-1UDs/s1600-h/02012010930.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422491988973710738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S0CPvAAt7ZI/AAAAAAAAAi4/Sp-oi5-1UDs/s320/02012010930.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ordered the same as Specky. Cause I don't know what to eat. And it looks quite nice. From the menu that is. It's not bad. But the strawberries were kind of sour. Still, it's love! Damn nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might have notice. The design for all our plates are different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar's one look like some sort of tree vine. BBB's daddy's one looks like leaves to me. Specky one is just a random wave thingy. And mine, looks like a star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like complaining why they drew mine till so big. Cause end up super messy for my plate. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating. We sat there discussing where to go. Forgotten who was it that suggested going to my place to play Mahjong. But, Specky said he only join if the Mahjong tile is those normal kind and not the small portable kind. And, he wants to play money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one at my place is those small portable kind. And, we don't play money. So, Specky was already planing to leave and go cut his hair. We ended up asking Jenny if she's free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out she's also at Orchard. But she's at Takashimaya. So, Dar asked her if she's interested to join. Waited for her while she walk over from Taka. Dar were like camwhoring while Specky were like meddling with my BBB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's on the verge of dismentling my BBB and it's pouch can?! He said he interested to know why whenever the BB is taken out of it's pouch it will light up. He said he think there's something like magnet in the pouch and the BB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, he took loads of things and slide it across my BB to see if it'll light up. And stuff papers and card into the pouch and taking out the BB. Just to see if there's really something inside the pouch. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like. "Don't spoil my BBB or I'll make you pay".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was like telling me. When I don't want my BB's pouch already, can I like give it to him. He will cut it open to figure it out. And, if there's really something inside. He will sew it on a nicer pouch for me. So that I can tell others my BBB still will light up when taken out without a BB pouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, if there's nothing inside. He will pay me back a pouch. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Dar house after that. As she have Mahjong tiles and table. And, we agreed to playing 10 cents. So, Specky ended up joining us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played till damn late. And, we didn't really had dinner. So, I'm like super hungry and grumpy after quite sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBB's daddy and me team up. Dar's like super lucky. She won $5.20. While Specky won $2.80. While the rest of us lost money. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eitherway. I think it's quite okay. Cause it's not a lot. Plus, we're only playing for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, next time. I suggest to play from afternoon onwards to night. So, at least we can go home after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Mahjong. BBB's daddy, said to cab home. Since Specky stays near me. We asked him cab with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drop off at the petrol station near my place to see if there's any food to buy. Specky bought himself a big cup of cupnoodle. While BBB's daddy and I bought nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause, I bought loads of cupnoodle the other time. Shared one cup with BBB's daddy and took my medi and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up damn tired. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;____________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall end this post with pictures of Pico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S0CLIYQR-9I/AAAAAAAAAfo/Jw-AcrWErNI/s1600-h/25122009887.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422486927420029906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S0CLIYQR-9I/AAAAAAAAAfo/Jw-AcrWErNI/s320/25122009887.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day for the steamboat. He's lying on his back exactly where he was in this photo and "Clawing" the wheel. Jenny was like, "Why he so special one?!" Cause her hamsters never do that before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But both her and Dar agreed it's funny. *Laugh Out Loud*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S0CK9sT1FAI/AAAAAAAAAfg/eIrrXGtsJ4s/s1600-h/25122009888.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422486743825060866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S0CK9sT1FAI/AAAAAAAAAfg/eIrrXGtsJ4s/s320/25122009888.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S0CKz3Y5JCI/AAAAAAAAAfY/RizGAC7ZcKE/s1600-h/25122009889.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422486575000396834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S0CKz3Y5JCI/AAAAAAAAAfY/RizGAC7ZcKE/s320/25122009889.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBB's daddy took this photos. He said he's trying to capture the moment of Pico standing on his 2 hind legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright people. That's all. Wish me luck tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11594275-318419392453769194?l=winter-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winter-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/318419392453769194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11594275&amp;postID=318419392453769194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11594275/posts/default/318419392453769194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11594275/posts/default/318419392453769194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winter-princess.blogspot.com/2010/01/yoohoo.html' title=''/><author><name>BabyRara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/S0CE3lxOKyI/AAAAAAAAAeI/Iv2_Mh_xiU4/s72-c/23122009876.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11594275.post-7190485288397147189</id><published>2009-12-22T13:44:00.031+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T16:42:50.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wanted to blog yesterday. Seriously serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even planned out what I ought to type for my starting paragraph. Well, obviously I forgot all about it now. Either way, I'm feeling lazy to blog yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the very nice me. Decided that, no matter what...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. Ought. To. Blog. Today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is gonna be flood full of pictures. Okay, maybe not flood full. Just quite a lot. In my opinion. Pictures that I've taken sometime ago that is. Yes, there is photos of Pico. I don't care if you're sick of seeing him. Or that he stinks. He's cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm joking about the stink part. He don't stink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my dad had sort of recover from his err... Injury?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went for his review yesterday. Although the doctor said his bone haven't fully heal. But since my dad's able to walk and said it doesn't hurt anymore. So, the doctor didn't give him any more medical leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, he got to go back 3 months later for another review. Which, hopefully will be the final one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad is super enthusiastic about being able to go back to work. That, he told all his colleague that called that he's working tomorrow. Since, he totally have nothing to do at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, Queen went for a interview the other day. I think it went quite well. Oh, please let me get the job. Oh please, oh please, oh please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, let's start off with the post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day which is the 12th I think. According to the photo. My parents were saying they wanted to spring clean the living room. Wipe the walls and everything. Since, BBB's daddy was at my place. We have a supposedly "Strong" guy to help us out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially only my parents were cleaning the dinning area. Me and BBB's daddy were eating. He said he felt bad. And kept asking me whether my parents needed help. I told him my mum said wait. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, if you think about it. Spring cleaning isn't all bad. I mean. Yes, it's dirty and everything. But, it's kind of fun. My dad likes to collect wine and other alchol like Cognac and stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum gave me and BBB's daddy the honor of cleaning those bottles and her "Collections". Those decorative thingy. The 2 of us were like wiping my dad's collection and goes like. "Wah! 40% alchol." And stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bottle is not empty, mind you. Anyway, while cleaning we found old photos of my parents and my 2 brothers. Of course, I'm not inside. Cause I wasn't born yet. Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum took it out to wipe and BBB's daddy whom is sitting near her asked her what's that squarish looking thing wrap in super old newspaper. My mum said she's not sure also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, she opened it up. And, my dad who is resting by then, came over when we said we found old photos. It's framed up by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad took it and went off to admire it. *Laugh Out Loud* My mum were like "Where you taking them to?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I said "I think he's finding a place to put it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us were like laughing. And, I told BBB's daddy that my mum is super pretty when she's young. Got photo as proof okay. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum were like saying "Where got people say their mum is pretty themselves one?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I suppose she's kind of happy. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, after spring cleaning. Obviously it took 1 whole day. My mum ended up not cooking. Initially our dinner ought to be settle at the market. Like, for sure. But, I suggest we go Lot One to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;DIAN XIAO ER (店小二)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reason is that. We were working our ass off. Alright. Not we. And maybe not our ass. But, still. I think we deserve something better than market Zi Char. No? Well, that's your problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I suggested to my mum. Whom is normally quite okay with everything. The only problem is my Dad. He doesn't want to miss his Drama. And, it's not exactly cheap to eat 店小二.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The price is like, if you eat 1 time 店小二. You can eat 2 times Zi Char. So, ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, my dad agreed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SzBlQUTvDsI/AAAAAAAAAbo/916QikfvLGk/s1600-h/12122009853.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417941682730503874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SzBlQUTvDsI/AAAAAAAAAbo/916QikfvLGk/s320/12122009853.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, here we are. Woohoo. Good food. Come to mama. I'm like freaking happy cause the food is freaking nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, they have this early bird thing. First 10 group of customers that comes in early on the designated time slot. Got special discount. You can order Ala Carte!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to order their set meals initially. Cause, we're damn lazy to read the menu. But, ordering set meal got no discount. So, we look through and ordered a bit from here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SzBm4uftG9I/AAAAAAAAAbw/i9Vf9z-5BC4/s1600-h/12122009856.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417943476466424786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SzBm4uftG9I/AAAAAAAAAbw/i9Vf9z-5BC4/s320/12122009856.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The duck. Herbal roast duck or something. It's freaking nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, as you can see. Some pieces is already missing. *Laugh Out Loud* I was eating halfway and realise I never take pictures. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBB's daddy were suggesting we can just pack the duck next time and cook rice. Cause it is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;THAT&lt;/span&gt; nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SzBoCvXXqEI/AAAAAAAAAb4/1Pe5w4SYqvw/s1600-h/12122009857.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417944748010219586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SzBoCvXXqEI/AAAAAAAAAb4/1Pe5w4SYqvw/s320/12122009857.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fish. Left like 2 or 3 pieces only. Pathetic. *Laugh Out Loud*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's something fish slice. Or fish slice something. Can't remember the name. It's super nice. The fish is damn fresh and there's no fishy smell to it. Best part is, there's no bone! *Grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even my parents agrees this is nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SzBpUM0WUII/AAAAAAAAAcA/We3AbEZnWoo/s1600-h/12122009858.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417946147485798530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SzBpUM0WUII/AAAAAAAAAcA/We3AbEZnWoo/s320/12122009858.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snatch ah! Obviously, we are not snatching. As you can tell, all the dishes had already been eaten like more than halfway. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my mum's chopsticks by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Dong Po Rou. The amazing thing is. It's not fatty at all! It contains a lot of lean meat. Tender lean meat that is. But it's kind of salty. Best with rice. No a good idea to eat just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, it is still nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SzBqM9wrTbI/AAAAAAAAAcI/TPc1Xy0BDHw/s1600-h/12122009859.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417947122696408498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SzBqM9wrTbI/AAAAAAAAAcI/TPc1Xy0BDHw/s320/12122009859.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vegetable. I quite like. There's a lemony taste to it. I suppose we'll order something different to try the next time we go there. *BIG GRIN*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SzBqoqDUWQI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/QPCHUo8a0eU/s1600-h/12122009860.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417947598442223874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SzBqoqDUWQI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/QPCHUo8a0eU/s320/12122009860.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma Po Toufu. It's nice~.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, obviously other than nice. There's no other way to describe the dishes. If you want to know how nice it is. Just go eat them yourself. My dad is very amaze with their speed of serving the food. It's fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, the food is hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll let the picture do the talking of how nice the dishes are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SzBrXwVeBcI/AAAAAAAAAcY/GqdVV3cpPrc/s1600-h/12122009861.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417948407582819778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SzBrXwVeBcI/AAAAAAAAAcY/GqdVV3cpPrc/s320/12122009861.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See! Empty! All of us were contented and happy. *Grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBB's daddy paid for the bill. Sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;__________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Dar on the 18th. To Plaza. Cause me and BBB's daddy wanted Sushi. And, where's better to eat than Ichiban?! And, since Dar asked me out. We decided to go there to have dinner together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only took 1 picture there. And, we forgot to order my favourite potato salad. But, we had the all time favourite and must have. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SALMON MARU!&lt;/span&gt; Damn, it's like the best sushi I ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we got a real stupid seat. The 3 of us were sitting in a row. And in front of us is the conveyor belt. So, every time we eat and look up. We see food passing by right in front of us. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking at their cheese cake for like super long. And, decided to try it. Since Dar said it's not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBB's daddy were like, "You can still eat?! We ate so much things already!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him my stomach have different compartments. I always have space for dessert. *Laugh Out Loud* Dar know me best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SzBtniz_qXI/AAAAAAAAAcg/jJ5ahnsu7_8/s1600-h/18122009862.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417950877853919602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SzBtniz_qXI/AAAAAAAAAcg/jJ5ahnsu7_8/s320/18122009862.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignore the tissue package. The Cheese Cake. It's quite nice. The cheese taste is not that strong. And, the cake is very spongy and it really melts in the mouth. *Grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;__________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, BBB's daddy and me went to Tampines 1 to meet up with his Guild mates. They were quite nice. There's even a "Mum" playing. She's like my mum's age or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her daughter (Aundrea) is my age. But, she look damn mature, like around BBB's daddy age or something. But, she's damn pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, all of us were lost. They just stood there and don't know what to do and where to go. So, I told BBB's daddy to suggest Manpuku!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Aundrea is like super happy. She got boyfriend already by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the same aim. The &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SzBvrswZFnI/AAAAAAAAAco/nAd3yYrbn18/s1600-h/19122009863.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417953148265895538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SzBvrswZFnI/AAAAAAAAAco/nAd3yYrbn18/s320/19122009863.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine! I refuse to share with BBB's daddy. Cause 1 is not enough! And, I told him we should order 2 different one. So we can steal bites from each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine is call Mixed Berries Chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SzBwLfEunuI/AAAAAAAAAcw/IJwC1he9ph0/s1600-h/Mixed+berries+chocolate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417953694348910306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SzBwLfEunuI/AAAAAAAAAcw/IJwC1he9ph0/s320/Mixed+berries+chocolate.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The side view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I threw all my strawberries with the leaf to BBB's daddy. Cause, I don't really like strawberry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;FUCKING NICE! DAMN IT!&lt;/span&gt; I don't give shit if I gain 1kg from eating it. Which I didn't. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SzBw7QVMf1I/AAAAAAAAAc4/XA9Eo0ZC95A/s1600-h/19122009866.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417954515025166162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SzBw7QVMf1I/AAAAAAAAAc4/XA9Eo0ZC95A/s320/19122009866.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBB's daddy. It's call Strawberry Mont Blanc if I'm not wrong. It's quite nice also. But, if you don't like Mont Blanc. Then I suggest you choose normal flavour like mine. *Grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SzBxnQ27xbI/AAAAAAAAAdA/Z6bYQ8z05Pc/s1600-h/19122009867.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417955271080920498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SzBxnQ27xbI/AAAAAAAAAdA/Z6bYQ8z05Pc/s320/19122009867.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "Butt" view. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, yes. That's me sitting at the opposite. I think I'm sms-ing or something. Can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBB's daddy were like damn unglam when he eat. He's like digging the filling. -_- he said got one part very nice. And it's at the bottom. So, he use his fork and scrap it out to eat. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, we finished our Pie of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole group have like 12 people. And all of us ate the dessert. So, you can imagine how nice it is. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;MUST TRY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way. The dessert is on magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;__________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PICO&lt;/span&gt; time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SzB17oeJ8pI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/5Zji4ZeAz5A/s1600-h/IMG00029-20091210-2000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417960019063337618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SzB17oeJ8pI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/5Zji4ZeAz5A/s320/IMG00029-20091210-2000.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's sleeping sideways. If that is your question. So funny. He was initially squash underneath the wheel. And started moving and ended up in this position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SzB2lh5iZyI/AAAAAAAAAdY/tU2xCYiUUX4/s1600-h/IMG00030-20091211-2111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417960738853644066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SzB2lh5iZyI/AAAAAAAAAdY/tU2xCYiUUX4/s320/IMG00030-20091211-2111.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while. I went back to check on him. And saw him sleeping like that. His butt Dangling outside the wheel. Super funny. *Laugh My Ass Off*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SzB3CFWNMRI/AAAAAAAAAdg/mIg9MtjEgZ4/s1600-h/IMG00031-20091211-2112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417961229405466898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SzB3CFWNMRI/AAAAAAAAAdg/mIg9MtjEgZ4/s320/IMG00031-20091211-2112.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, after looking at this picture. I kind of think that Pico is fat. See, his body got so many layer. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SzB3Yx4g_MI/AAAAAAAAAdo/e1qh0ClyvAI/s1600-h/IMG00032-20091211-2112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417961619317652674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SzB3Yx4g_MI/AAAAAAAAAdo/e1qh0ClyvAI/s320/IMG00032-20091211-2112.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw him sleeping like that I called out to BBB's daddy. Cause I told him I spotted Pico sleeping something like that the other time. When he's not around that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pico was sleeping on the wheel. And, both his legs and butt were outside the wheel. Dangling. *Laugh Out Loud* I'm like thinking, "I think it's not very comfortable."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I wonder how can he sleep like that. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SzB3-zEYKGI/AAAAAAAAAdw/EaeJqA1X38c/s1600-h/IMG00035-20091220-0145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417962272470870114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SzB3-zEYKGI/AAAAAAAAAdw/EaeJqA1X38c/s320/IMG00035-20091220-0145.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Pico "facing" the wall the other time. Mian Bi Si Guo (面壁思过). *Laugh Out Loud*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I got freaked out the next day. Cause he's stoning there. And, the next day, I woke up and brush teeth. While walking back to my room. I saw him at the same spot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOT MOVING&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly thought he died or something. Damn it. Well, turn out he just like to jam himself there. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;__________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, yesterday. My mum caught something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SzB44Pg6FEI/AAAAAAAAAd4/sjCb31jo_c0/s1600-h/IMG00037-20091221-1342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417963259359269954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SzB44Pg6FEI/AAAAAAAAAd4/sjCb31jo_c0/s320/IMG00037-20091221-1342.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fucking big grasshopper. She said she want to give my niece see. Cause she was here to stay till yesterday. And while she's sleeping. My mum went to get newspaper and magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said she saw the grasshopper and used the plastic bag to trap it. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which she later transfer it into a Tupperware. She even poked hole in the container so the grasshopper can breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SzB52zJFimI/AAAAAAAAAeA/Cq2lDACgL20/s1600-h/IMG00038-20091221-1346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417964334074923618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SzB52zJFimI/AAAAAAAAAeA/Cq2lDACgL20/s320/IMG00038-20091221-1346.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was taking it's picture. This bugger is walking in circles. On the cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum released it while sending my brother they all off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was like wondering if grasshopper drinks water. So, I dripped 2 drops of water into the container. Through the hole. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. I'm gonna go play games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*GRIN*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;P.S. For some reason. I'm losing weight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;P.P.S. I hope I can get the job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;P.P.P.S. I want go sushi again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;P.P.P.P.S. I love my Pico. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;P.P.P.P.P.S. BBB's daddy is stupid. *LOL*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11594275-7190485288397147189?l=winter-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winter-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/7190485288397147189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11594275&amp;postID=7190485288397147189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11594275/posts/default/7190485288397147189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11594275/posts/default/7190485288397147189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winter-princess.blogspot.com/2009/12/wanted-to-blog-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>BabyRara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SzBlQUTvDsI/AAAAAAAAAbo/916QikfvLGk/s72-c/12122009853.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11594275.post-7618617497829828703</id><published>2009-12-08T20:06:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T21:37:21.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back! To blogging that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there will be picture for this post. Though, I don't really feel like posting. Cause it's totally random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queen haven't fully recover. I have sort of recover from my flu. But, am now coughing like mad. Till my head hurts. Damnation. Went to see Chinese Physician the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum wanna bring my niece to see the Chinese Physician cause she's coughing. And my brother said the medication seems to work quite well. So, she asked me along. The Physician said I haven't fully recover from my flu. And the cough seems quite bad. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way. I feel better now. Went to BBB's daddy's place on Sunday. Cause he said I don't love him. And I ought to prove it to him, and he's not gonna accommodate me anymore. And blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally bullying me. I'm sick can?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway. He went for his RT (Some training thingy). And I met him after that at Yishun. Since I asked my mum and she said up to me to decide wanna go his place a not. One day only anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to walk a bit at NorthPoint. Had Xin Wang (新旺) for dinner again. We had no idea what to eat. Wanted to try the Ishi Mura initially. It's kind of like Manpuku. But there's too many people and also the place is not very big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since BBB's daddy just finish his training. I said we go somewhere we don't have to carry our tray and stuff ourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Xin Wang (新旺) is like super full house too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't take any picture. We ordered the prawn dumping thingy (虾饺). People likes to call them Ha Gao. Don't know why. Sounds weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had some mushroom porridge thingy and BBB's daddy ordered Beef Hor Fun. We're like why the menu different from one in Bukit Panjang Plaza. The items is also different. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also bought my turtle food at the Pet Lover Centre. My niece and nephew had been feeding them non stop. Especially my niece. She would throw a lot of it. And awhile later went to feed it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, she deliberately choose the not so cheap turtle food that I bought. It's damn small can. And it's those shrimp like kind of feed. I bought it cause they love it a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She kept feeding them and they obviously couldn't finish it. So, the feeds will be left in the water. And, the water actually turned yellow. It smells damn bad. My mum still asked me to change the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, I'm not the one who make the water like that. Why must I? Zzz. Either way, my dad changed them I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way. I saw the kind of pink bedding XiaXue used for her hammie I think. It have like 4 different colours or something. There's blue, pink, grey and yellow. The big pack one is like 55 bucks or something. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to topic. We also bought the Korean meat stick thingy to snack on at his place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mum was like surprise that we went over. Cause he's normally at my place. And, he's working the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched this magic show thingy till damn late. The magician is like damn freaking cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up early next morning and accompany BBB's daddy to collect thing for his work. Went for breakfast after that at Hougang Mall. Walked a bit after eating. And BBB's daddy completed his MMT (Mid Night Maximum Tune) card. Bought 2 tops at Cotton On too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that. We walked around outside the mall. Bought soya milk and went into the NTUC. I saw a few clothes that I like there. At those like temporary stalls. But never buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we're on the way to take bus. BBB's daddy bought Chee Chong Fun. The kind with fillings. As the person said we need to wait like 3 minutes for it. BBB's daddy suddenly remember there's a really nice western store nearby. So, he bring me there to buy fries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said it's very famous. And his friends who stays very far away also know about it. He also said he used to eat it everyday. Before he moved house that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took bus home after that. Had dinner at his place before we leave for my place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, he almost hit me with a bamboo pole. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;____________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some random pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/Sx5PSLmPcSI/AAAAAAAAAa4/ewz8aFXoUKA/s1600-h/IMG00028-20091208-1949.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412850975915340066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/Sx5PSLmPcSI/AAAAAAAAAa4/ewz8aFXoUKA/s320/IMG00028-20091208-1949.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new BFF. *Laugh Out Loud*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought them yesterday and almost finishing already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBB's daddy recommend them to me. Cause I'm eating Strepsils for the past few days. But we saw this at the Guardian at my Market place I think. So he asked me try it. Said he wanted to get this for me the other day but couldn't find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite okay. Don't taste bad at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/Sx5P8At045I/AAAAAAAAAbA/2ImUMaBDAg0/s1600-h/IMG00025-20091204-2204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412851694548870034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/Sx5P8At045I/AAAAAAAAAbA/2ImUMaBDAg0/s320/IMG00025-20091204-2204.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pico. I've moved him back to his old house. Got to clean his cage. He kept staying up there at the little "Tower" of his. BBB's daddy said he think cause the bottom is too smelly. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I found him stoning like that. Eyes open a bit. Not moving but definitely breathing. And looking fat and cuddly and everything. I poked him but he didn't even move. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appear that he's actually sleeping. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/Sx5Qs9zNNMI/AAAAAAAAAbI/WopU9S9iAlo/s1600-h/IMG00019-20091123-1226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412852535579718850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/Sx5Qs9zNNMI/AAAAAAAAAbI/WopU9S9iAlo/s320/IMG00019-20091123-1226.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took this damn long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Dim Sum with my parents and my cousin and her family. It's near orchard at Holiday Inn Atrium. The place is quite nice. The dim sum was quite good. Especially the Siew Mai. It's super big and prawny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/Sx5RiIF8JNI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/r6b4oYJJSq8/s1600-h/IMG00020-20091123-1232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412853448875713746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/Sx5RiIF8JNI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/r6b4oYJJSq8/s320/IMG00020-20091123-1232.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My clean bowl of century egg porridge. Haha. It's nice. Not too salty. My cousin son ate like 2 bowl of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I didn't take the picture before eating cause I'm hungry. ROAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/Sx5TCBdoQ4I/AAAAAAAAAbY/D-evQnuEJ5w/s1600-h/IMG00022-20091123-1237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412855096363467650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/Sx5TCBdoQ4I/AAAAAAAAAbY/D-evQnuEJ5w/s320/IMG00022-20091123-1237.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The table setting. Was waiting for food to be serve. To I just randomly snap this photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, speaking of Dim Sum. Not long after I ate that. BBB's daddy and I went to Dim Sum again at Harbour Front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;____________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally. Let's end this with a special picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/Sx5USTWxbWI/AAAAAAAAAbg/lRjjUwyUS1A/s1600-h/07082008003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412856475556080994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/Sx5USTWxbWI/AAAAAAAAAbg/lRjjUwyUS1A/s320/07082008003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I'm gonna go reborn my hair and dye them again. *GRIN*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11594275-7618617497829828703?l=winter-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winter-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/7618617497829828703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11594275&amp;postID=7618617497829828703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11594275/posts/default/7618617497829828703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11594275/posts/default/7618617497829828703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winter-princess.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-back-to-blogging-that-is.html' title=''/><author><name>BabyRara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/Sx5PSLmPcSI/AAAAAAAAAa4/ewz8aFXoUKA/s72-c/IMG00028-20091208-1949.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11594275.post-1106357645822856444</id><published>2009-12-03T18:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T19:30:00.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No pictures for this post. What? You think I'm some photographing machine? Actually, I do have a few pictures taken. Just that I didn't upload it onto my computer yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Queen is sick. Like seriously. I'm having flu (Block nose &amp;amp; Runny nose), sore throat, occasional cough, slight fever (Recover already I think) and headache. Like, fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are symptoms of H1N1 can? So, I'm like damn worried. At first wanted to wait like the next day (Which is yesterday) to see doctor. Wanted to self medicate. Today is the 3rd day already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, don't want to risk it. H1N1's no joke okay. So, my mum accompany me to the clinic. As a very good citizen. I wore a mask throughout the whole journey to the market. Since, I'm having flu and slight cough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went there super early. Like 45 minutes early. Cause, the clinic have the "Ready" sign. So, normally there's loads of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum were like talking about marriage and stuff while waiting. She's like asking me whether BBB's daddy and I talked about our future and stuff like that. She also asked me about my opinion on getting married early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, I told my mum that since we're couple. It's normal to talk about this kind of things. And now, there is still a lot of uncertainty. And, we don't know how long we can last. Of course we hope we can last like &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;VERY VERY&lt;/span&gt; long. What so ever yada yada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum said she don't really agree to the idea of getting married too early. Something like 18-22 I guess? She said it's normally impulse. And, usually end up in divorce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That happens to my cousin actually. She got pregnant and the guy married her. But both of them divorce. My cousin was actually 19 when she got married. The marriage didn't last very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the doctor said I'm okay. Just caught a normal flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I literally went like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Doctor: You're okay. Just a normal flu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me: You're sure? So it's not H1N1 then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Doctor: What makes you think it's H1N1?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me: I don't know. *Shrug*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Doctor: LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me: -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave me 3 kinds of medications. 1 for throat, 1 for cough and 1 for my flu and fever. He said there's a wheezy sound when I breathe. So, the cough medication contains Ventolin (The thing in inhaler).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think if I don't feel better by next few days. I'm gonna go see doctor again. I hope I get better soon. It sucks to be sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I told BBB's daddy what my mum said while looking at him DOTA yesterday. He came over to see me. Initially I told him I don't want him to come over as I scared I'll pass the virus to him. Though I don't mind see-ing him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came over in the afternoon while I'm taking my nap. The medications makes me sleepy. He was like touching my forehead and stuff like that. To check if I'm still having fever or not I suppose. He also gave me a peck on the forehead. *GRIN*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are careful to not to get too close. Cause I seriously don't want him to fall sick. I told him to inform me first hand if he ever feels unwell or something. I even spray anti bacterial spray all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, we will only be meeting again on Friday or something. Cause, he got to go to a site tomorrow to correct something I think. Not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh* I'm too tired and sick to think of anything. Damnation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get well soon, get well soon, get well soon, get well soon, get well soon. *Carry on chanting 1 million times*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11594275-1106357645822856444?l=winter-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winter-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/1106357645822856444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11594275&amp;postID=1106357645822856444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11594275/posts/default/1106357645822856444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11594275/posts/default/1106357645822856444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winter-princess.blogspot.com/2009/12/no-pictures-for-this-post.html' title=''/><author><name>BabyRara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11594275.post-7735390890283913212</id><published>2009-11-24T16:16:00.023+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T21:26:26.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm bored. My eyes are like puffy and closing. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way. I took a shit load of photo on Sunday. Not of me of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bukit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Panjang&lt;/span&gt; Plaza with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BBB's&lt;/span&gt; daddy. Cause my parents went to both my brother and my aunt's place. As we got to eat, we decided to go out for dinner. Didn't go Lot One as we went there way too many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially wanted to try out the Tang Dian Wang (汤点王). Or something like that. But, closed down already. Too long never go there so many shops gone. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, we went to try out the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Xin&lt;/span&gt; Wang (新旺). No idea how long it's been open. So I shall assume it's not long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SwuaPtscHzI/AAAAAAAAAYg/zaGPkYvg3E8/s1600/22112009808.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407585372343115570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SwuaPtscHzI/AAAAAAAAAYg/zaGPkYvg3E8/s320/22112009808.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky number 7! Table 7 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;FTW&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/Swua4QWtkJI/AAAAAAAAAYo/dcWAf1w6h7Y/s1600/22112009809.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407586068841992338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/Swua4QWtkJI/AAAAAAAAAYo/dcWAf1w6h7Y/s320/22112009809.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was waiting for food to be serve. Allow me to introduce. The plates, the utensils family, Mister &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chilli&lt;/span&gt; powder, Miss green &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chilli&lt;/span&gt; and Miss &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chilli&lt;/span&gt; sauce! And, the hand and legs of people from the other table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SwucNBYgPsI/AAAAAAAAAYw/AezyIsmehnM/s1600/22112009810.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407587525111856834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SwucNBYgPsI/AAAAAAAAAYw/AezyIsmehnM/s320/22112009810.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of like the menu. It's quite cute. Though not very &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;informative&lt;/span&gt;. I mean. You don't even know how the dishes looks like. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SwuczEoLDcI/AAAAAAAAAY4/mXm5EVkNEMk/s1600/22112009813.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407588178817912258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SwuczEoLDcI/AAAAAAAAAY4/mXm5EVkNEMk/s320/22112009813.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone. Quick! Give her her oyster &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;omelette&lt;/span&gt;. Speaking of which. I kind of miss oyster &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;omelette&lt;/span&gt;. Stupid Chris. Say want bring me go eat but never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SwudTEaiy0I/AAAAAAAAAZA/yU-QISNoMpo/s1600/22112009819.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407588728516561730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SwudTEaiy0I/AAAAAAAAAZA/yU-QISNoMpo/s320/22112009819.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;appetiser&lt;/span&gt;. This is call &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Guan&lt;/span&gt; Dong &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zhu&lt;/span&gt; (关东煮). A bit different from what we imagine. We were there debating on ordering this or some bacon stick thingy. Either way. The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;radish&lt;/span&gt; is damn salty. The thing which looks like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fishball&lt;/span&gt; is not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fishball&lt;/span&gt;. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, the soup is quite nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SwvO73F2z-I/AAAAAAAAAZI/vb-rbRMSYR4/s1600/22112009814.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407643305384529890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SwvO73F2z-I/AAAAAAAAAZI/vb-rbRMSYR4/s320/22112009814.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine! Lu &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rou&lt;/span&gt; Dan Fan (卤肉蛋饭). No idea what to call it in English. Braised pork rice with egg? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. -_- Whatever. Shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so so only actually. Should have ordered the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sua&lt;/span&gt; instead. I ordered this cause it says it's one of the recommended and popular dish. Maybe I just have different taste from most people. *Roll My Eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SwvPvxO8yUI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/J2TBgirr0PY/s1600/22112009820.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407644197165254978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SwvPvxO8yUI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/J2TBgirr0PY/s320/22112009820.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris chicken chop with curry and rice. The chicken chop rice is damn popular there. I think cause it's fried and it's chicken chop anyway. -_- I saw one uncle ate finished his rice first before eating the chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not bad I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SwvQnEwG2AI/AAAAAAAAAZY/8vVQnlm8vwo/s1600/22112009816.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407645147297404930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SwvQnEwG2AI/AAAAAAAAAZY/8vVQnlm8vwo/s320/22112009816.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dessert. Wasn't very nice. Some jelly thingy with lime and shaved ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;___________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changed &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pico&lt;/span&gt; over to his old cage. Cause I couldn't &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;dismantle&lt;/span&gt; his new one. So, I switch him back. And, he seems quite okay with it. I like this cage better as it's easier to look at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was thinking of changing his cage into those fish tank kind. But, I suppose I'll think about it first. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;After all&lt;/span&gt;, he got 2 cage already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SwvRzcZp-EI/AAAAAAAAAZg/87EoXc4aE4w/s1600/22112009823.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407646459315746882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SwvRzcZp-EI/AAAAAAAAAZg/87EoXc4aE4w/s320/22112009823.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More picture of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pico&lt;/span&gt;. Cause Chris was hogging my computer. So, I just disturb &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pico&lt;/span&gt; instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's really getting fat already. Last time the running wheel used to be on the 3rd bar. But, he can't squeeze through it now. So, I moved it to the 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; bar instead. -_- But, he's cute what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, he clearly loves that spot. I wonder what's so nice to be squash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SwvSgGaXpXI/AAAAAAAAAZo/8iS_qb9ZIhs/s1600/22112009824.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407647226507273586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SwvSgGaXpXI/AAAAAAAAAZo/8iS_qb9ZIhs/s320/22112009824.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must, squeeze, through. A couple of time I highly suspect he's jam. Though I'm positive there's fatter &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hammies&lt;/span&gt; out there. He's still acceptable can?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SwvTCtmGQfI/AAAAAAAAAZw/7tbKRld47h8/s1600/22112009825.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407647821141000690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SwvTCtmGQfI/AAAAAAAAAZw/7tbKRld47h8/s320/22112009825.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;! Finally squeeze his way through. Gong Xi Gong Xi (恭喜恭喜). I happened to snap this pic of him sitting there looking fat and with what looks like the happy new year or congrats hand sign. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SwvUgEdxCUI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/szAFTZfYBNc/s1600/22112009828.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407649425007905090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SwvUgEdxCUI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/szAFTZfYBNc/s320/22112009828.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Must reward myself with food" must be what he's thinking. Here you can see him trying damn hard to squeeze into the pathetic food bowl of his. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. He got the habit of going into the food bowl. No idea why. Though, I suppose a few times he realise he's too fat and just put half his body in only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SwvVYYoseOI/AAAAAAAAAaA/0Ie0niKdT0g/s1600/22112009829.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407650392495126754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SwvVYYoseOI/AAAAAAAAAaA/0Ie0niKdT0g/s320/22112009829.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got this weird habit of digging holes and clearing away the bedding. I suppose he likes a pit like feeling? Regardless of what kind of bedding. He'll dig a hole in them and sleep inside the pit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll normally disturb him by covering up his "territory" with bedding again. Normally it'll make him really irritated and starts digging furiously. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SwvWcl2-sJI/AAAAAAAAAaI/Qo4XUp-Z-8M/s1600/22112009826.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407651564275806354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SwvWcl2-sJI/AAAAAAAAAaI/Qo4XUp-Z-8M/s320/22112009826.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;, I suppose this is a nice spot to nap. Must, clear, sand, away. Stupid owner. Keep taking my photo don't know do what. Zzz."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SwvW_6UGfXI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/YhNwXzfSLB0/s1600/22112009827.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407652171062082930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SwvW_6UGfXI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/YhNwXzfSLB0/s320/22112009827.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sleep! Stop disturbing me. I don't want to play with you." Looks like a furry long thing lying there. My mum said she finds his tail very cute. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SwvYNwRN58I/AAAAAAAAAaY/eJyuodoW_Y8/s1600/22112009832.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407653508395427778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SwvYNwRN58I/AAAAAAAAAaY/eJyuodoW_Y8/s320/22112009832.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping soundly. Even flash can't wake him up. -_- Or maybe he's just thinking "Go away, stop taking my pictures."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SwvYtY29aaI/AAAAAAAAAag/1bvEXt_r1XI/s1600/22112009836.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407654051867093410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SwvYtY29aaI/AAAAAAAAAag/1bvEXt_r1XI/s320/22112009836.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few seconds later the paws came out. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pico&lt;/span&gt; is so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;___________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I brought Chris along to my aunt place. Cause my cousin's treating. We didn't go steamboat. Too bad. Went to some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt;. The food was so so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SwvaIavrqTI/AAAAAAAAAao/rq_8fWy3LzU/s1600/16112009798.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407655615741536562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SwvaIavrqTI/AAAAAAAAAao/rq_8fWy3LzU/s320/16112009798.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin's daughter's bunny &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;rabbit&lt;/span&gt;. it's fucking huge man. -_- I was like telling &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BBB's&lt;/span&gt; daddy that it's not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_38" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pico&lt;/span&gt;. Don't touch it or later it bite sure bleed. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SwvajGoieOI/AAAAAAAAAaw/rfeED5i5dy0/s1600/16112009799.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407656074199333090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SwvajGoieOI/AAAAAAAAAaw/rfeED5i5dy0/s320/16112009799.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my hand. It's freaking hopping around. So, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_39" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BBB's&lt;/span&gt; daddy asked me to put my finger there but not too near. Hoping it will sort of attract it to stay still long enough to snap a good picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, supposedly. The bunny was out in the corridor cause my cousin's daughters fight a lot. And once the sister threatened to throw the bunny out of the window. So, they decided to keep it outside. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;___________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something wrong with my head and eyes man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too lazy to type anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11594275-7735390890283913212?l=winter-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winter-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/7735390890283913212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11594275&amp;postID=7735390890283913212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11594275/posts/default/7735390890283913212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11594275/posts/default/7735390890283913212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winter-princess.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>BabyRara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SwuaPtscHzI/AAAAAAAAAYg/zaGPkYvg3E8/s72-c/22112009808.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11594275.post-7933298780968696427</id><published>2009-11-18T14:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T14:39:16.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fun facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across this while playing a sequel of Phoenix Wright. Call Apollo Justice. I'm currently replaying it now. Since it's damn fun! ROAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Do you know that the 4 different types of cards in a deck of poker cards represent the 4 seasons of a year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that, Ace to King is actually 1 to 13. If you were to add all 4 sets together you will get 364. Which is a year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'll explain first, if you say adding that don't make 364. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 + 2 + 3 + 4 + 5 + 6 + 7 + 8 + 9 + 10 + 11 + 12 + 13 = 91&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91 x 4 = 364&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know you're gonna say something like. Are you senile. There's 365 days in a year. Not 364.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes, yes. I know there's 365 days in a year. And, no. I'm not senile. Just let me explain further. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you actually forgotten? That there's 2 joker in every deck of cards. 1 of the joker represent day 365. While the other one represents leap year, which is day 366.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. I'm smart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See! Who said playing games is useless. I learned something. *GRIN*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11594275-7933298780968696427?l=winter-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winter-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/7933298780968696427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11594275&amp;postID=7933298780968696427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11594275/posts/default/7933298780968696427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11594275/posts/default/7933298780968696427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winter-princess.blogspot.com/2009/11/fun-facts.html' title=''/><author><name>BabyRara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11594275.post-4604785933235413247</id><published>2009-11-16T17:45:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T14:43:39.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Am currently happily talking to BBB's daddy about Pico, watching TV and blogging at the same time. Will be going out with my parents later for steamboat. Cause my aunt and cousin strike 4D. They're like treating the whole lot of us. They even ask BBB's daddy along. *GRIN*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other time, I think it's the week before or something. My other cousin also strike 4D and treated everyone to seafood. You know, the famous No Signboard. But, Chris said he don't wanna go. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Yew Tee Point to have Ichiban instead. And, stayed home watched TV. *Brood* My lobster salad~...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day was BBB's daddy's birthday. I didn't buy any present cause I don't wanna buy him anymore "Toys". I already bought him two remote control car. His mum was like complaining already. He have been hinting me that he wanted a remote control helicopter or something like that. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll get it some other time in near future. Since he already got 2 remote control cars. His mum already went like "Toys again." when she saw the remote control car I bought for him the 2nd time. It's those you have to piece together yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I planned to cook for him instead. Since he kept hinting me that I ought to. I wanted to surprise him. But he was like so upset about me not getting him any present. That we almost ended up quarreling. *Brood* Stupid Chris!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, he came over my place. As I stated in earlier post. He was busy running around Singapore for work. So we didn't manage to meet on his birthday. Went to buy ingredients on the 8th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially wanted to cook up a 3 course meal which consist of a sort of chicken burger(?), potato salad and omelette. But, I didn't buy potato as I thought my mum have extras. Turned out she used them all up. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list of ingredients we bought are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Bacon strips 100g&lt;br /&gt;2. Picnic Ham 100g&lt;br /&gt;3. Chicken thigh 1&lt;br /&gt;4. Cheddar Cheese 1 packet&lt;br /&gt;5. Salad 1 packet&lt;br /&gt;6. Bread (Those You Eat With Curry, Chris insist in getting it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been telling Chris it's like the healthiest items we ever bought at NTUC. Haha. Normally I went there to buy chips and cup noodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we went home to prepare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SwEpLhSKPRI/AAAAAAAAAXY/FV0EpfXkCrQ/s1600/08112009782.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404646305711144210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SwEpLhSKPRI/AAAAAAAAAXY/FV0EpfXkCrQ/s320/08112009782.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Chris to buy those burger kind of bread. But he insist in getting the one you saw in the picture. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SwEpXn-ssgI/AAAAAAAAAXg/nslDd-8zN2k/s1600/08112009784.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404646513666994690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SwEpXn-ssgI/AAAAAAAAAXg/nslDd-8zN2k/s320/08112009784.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side view. The cheese, the cheese, the cheese~~~... BBB's daddy one had like 2 layers. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SwEqpMB-XOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/3jP6mSIH6L0/s1600/08112009789.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404647914913815778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SwEqpMB-XOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/3jP6mSIH6L0/s320/08112009789.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignore the plate. The meat is what you ought to look at. It's freaking nice! In my opinion. I didn't say it cause I cooked it. And, we didn't use a single drop of oil to cook this at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really funny and fun for the whole cooking process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're interested you can try this out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use either chicken thigh or breast. Those boneless kind. 1 piece is enough for 2 person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the recipe it says use portabello mushroom. But, I used button mushroom instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slice 1 onion and mushrooms and hams. Quantity is to your liking. You'll need to dice 1 garlic also. If you feel the bacon strip is too long, u can cut it into half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, first u pan fried the bacon strip. 5 is enough. You don't have to add any oil as bacon produces oil. After it's done. Leave it 1 side to cool. Then, pan fried the chicken. Till golden brown. Using the oil produced by the bacon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After it's done, cooked all the garlic, onion, mushrooms and ham. When done, put it aside to cool. Then, you place the chicken into the pan again. And place bacon and all the fillings on top. After you're done, just add cheese on it and cover the pan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like you can add a bit of salt when you're cooking the chicken. I didn't add any as the cheese and bacon is salty enough I feel. Whether or not to add the vegetable is totally up to you. I just wanted it to be healthier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep the fire low by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am seriously not doing a good job on this. *Laugh Out Loud*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, the meat is nice. BBB's daddy said the bread is a wrong choice though. He choose it anyway. I told him to use burger bun but he don't want to listen to me. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He end up eating the fillings only. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was suppose to be cooking. But, most of the cooking were done by him. -_- He won't even let me hold the knife. Said the way I cut the food seems so dangerous. *Brood*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SwJ-ZDCQzVI/AAAAAAAAAXw/9IdDkyxxjfg/s1600/08112009790.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405021471574642002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SwJ-ZDCQzVI/AAAAAAAAAXw/9IdDkyxxjfg/s320/08112009790.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The salad we bought. I was thinking of using the vegetables for the "Burger" and the rest can keep for maybe supper or something. But, as I didn't manage to make my potato salad. We just used this to replace instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SwKBI4poAMI/AAAAAAAAAX4/1lkX7Ar8O-A/s1600/08112009791.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405024492443926722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SwKBI4poAMI/AAAAAAAAAX4/1lkX7Ar8O-A/s320/08112009791.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The supposedly omelette. Became scramble egg though. Hahahaha. -_- I cooked this. Like seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night. I cooked soba for BBB's daddy. Soba with miso soup actually. I like. BBB's daddy love the soup only. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said he wanted to eat maggie actually. But I said it's not healthy. So I cooked soba. The soup was cooked before hand. 1 big pot of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SwKF9282O_I/AAAAAAAAAYY/ELyqvNhWBNM/s1600/14112009792.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405029800567258098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SwKF9282O_I/AAAAAAAAAYY/ELyqvNhWBNM/s320/14112009792.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soup is damn nice with soba and seaweed. But, I suppose seaweed is enough. BBB's daddy ate like 2 bowl of it and even finished 1 extra bowl of soup. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only ate a bit of it. *Grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kept asking me to refill the soup for him. And asked me to add loads of seaweed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's carrot, tofu, button mushrooms, corn in the miso soup. Super duper sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Pico is turning fat that BBB's daddy said he ought to change name to potato instead. Furry potato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to move house for him. Upgrade to condominium now. Got balcony some more. My brother came over on Friday. And brought over the old cage. We tried putting Pico inside. But he's like struggling to get out. *Laugh Out Loud*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose the smell is too overpowering. You know, those kind of smell when you kept something too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He bit BBB's daddy a few times. I supposed he recognize his smell as the one that "torture" him. As BBB's daddy was the one that catch him and put him inside the new cage and disturbing him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBB's daddy and me went to wash and disinfect all the stuff the next day, which is Saturday. And Pico seems all okay with it after that. *Grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SwKDbv02nUI/AAAAAAAAAYA/VT0fM7Ct8us/s1600/19102009769.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405027015515872578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SwKDbv02nUI/AAAAAAAAAYA/VT0fM7Ct8us/s320/19102009769.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fat ball of fluff before moving house. He's emo-ing in the log house of his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SwKEFJYhvbI/AAAAAAAAAYI/nllwBZIwAKI/s1600/16112009797.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405027726751022514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SwKEFJYhvbI/AAAAAAAAAYI/nllwBZIwAKI/s320/16112009797.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His new house. He didn't dare to climb up the tube initially. But now, he dare to go up don't dare to come down. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'll be stuck up there waiting for me to save him. But, I suppose if I'm not there. He'll have to come down himself anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SwKEomhxVRI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/j0wgrH2sm0U/s1600/15112009795.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405028335869842706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SwKEomhxVRI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/j0wgrH2sm0U/s320/15112009795.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pico in his new food bowl. He's freaking strong can?! He will pull the bowl towards him before climbing inside. Anyway, I'm glad he have a new food bowl. The old one is getting too small for him. Now that he's so big. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's freaking greedy and a glutton. He can stay in the bowl for like 10 minutes and munching away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stored a lot of food in his food pouch though. They kept saying he's fat. But, my sister-in-law said her's used to be fatter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBB's daddy was worried that Pico might get stuck in the tube as it's not very big. Cause Pico love to hide inside it and not move at all. So, we'll go like "Is he stuck?". *Laugh Out Loud*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too lazy to blog anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Dar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want go shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want eat dim sum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBB's daddy, I "hate" you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pico is love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11594275-4604785933235413247?l=winter-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winter-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/4604785933235413247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11594275&amp;postID=4604785933235413247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11594275/posts/default/4604785933235413247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11594275/posts/default/4604785933235413247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winter-princess.blogspot.com/2009/11/am-currently-happily-talking-to-bbbs.html' title=''/><author><name>BabyRara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SwEpLhSKPRI/AAAAAAAAAXY/FV0EpfXkCrQ/s72-c/08112009782.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11594275.post-4855131949920829097</id><published>2009-11-07T17:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T14:53:20.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hehe. Queen is feeling contented after having her dinner. *Grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt had come back to Singapore. And, my parents just went to visit her earlier. She's currently resting at home. So, I suppose she's okay now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way. Though I'm contented. I'm grumpy. Cause, I woke up early for no reason! My mum came to my room 3 times in the morning to drag me out of bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time, to tell me to wake up for my breakfast (More like Brunch though).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second time is to tell me they going out. To visit my aunt that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third time is to tell me to wake up to take something from my dad's friend. Whom is suppose to come over to pass some document to my dad. But, until now. He's still not here. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poor BBB's daddy didn't get to celebrate his birthday this year. Cause he's working. He's busy rushing his project for the Paya Lebar MRT station. He's suppose to work tomorrow too. But, he said he rush finish everything already. No one likes to work on weekend you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe those boss don't know. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have make plans though. But, I suppose we'll see how first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, My Pico is turning chubby and tame. He didn't bite me anymore. And, I've changed my Pico's bedding and everything myself the other day. He seems to like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My elder brother and sister-in-law came over to stay the other day with my 2 nieces. My sister-in-law is very fond of Pico and kept saying he's very cute. They used to have a hamster too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister-in-law was saying they can give me their hamster cage. Supposedly they bought a lot of things for their hamster. I think my mum told them I said my hammie lives in a "HDB". Cause there's nothing much in the cage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said her's is a "Condo" those most common one which you can buy those tubes to extend it and make it more fun for the hammie. She even told me about this mineral ball (Or something like that) that you can hang it and the hammie can lick it whenever it likes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said it taste salty. See! I'm not the only freak that eats pet food. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean. It should be safe what. Since pet can eat. Most pet food are supposedly tested by human anyway. So, what's the big deal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried those fish pallet thingy (Seriously, not very nice). My turtle food, those shrimp thingy. And my Pico's yogurt drop (Taste super familiar). And a few others. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. This is going nowhere. People are just going to see me as a weird girl eating pet food. *Brood*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since their hammie is long gone. They are only left with the cage and tubes and stuff like that. So, unless they suddenly plan to get a new hammie. I have a good chance of having their cage. *GRIN*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh* Pico is so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough ranting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Dar. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11594275-4855131949920829097?l=winter-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winter-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/4855131949920829097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11594275&amp;postID=4855131949920829097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11594275/posts/default/4855131949920829097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11594275/posts/default/4855131949920829097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winter-princess.blogspot.com/2009/11/hehe.html' title=''/><author><name>BabyRara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11594275.post-1767733361870702938</id><published>2009-11-06T17:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T17:39:02.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A short post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY BBB'S AND PICO'S DADDY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End quote.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11594275-1767733361870702938?l=winter-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winter-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/1767733361870702938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11594275&amp;postID=1767733361870702938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11594275/posts/default/1767733361870702938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11594275/posts/default/1767733361870702938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winter-princess.blogspot.com/2009/11/short-post.html' title=''/><author><name>BabyRara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11594275.post-5819284615667078383</id><published>2009-10-30T13:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T14:24:32.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another update. I'm feeling kind of weird. Like, right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, it's some personal issue. No thanks to Chris. Not fully resolve. But should be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is that my aunt is in hospital. It's my mummy side aunt. And, I only have 1 aunt on my mum side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually sleeping just now. Alright, kind of like, napping. You know. Cause I was already awake before that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, my mum came into my room with my dad's handphone. Asking me to translate for them. Supposedly, my aunt's daughter messaged my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know whether is it her a not. Cause the name's like quite weird. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I asked my parents. Then, I just translate for them. That it says that she and Alan (my aunt's eldest son's name) is going to Shanghai. Which I'm thinking. Tell us for what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is, mother is in hospital. So, I'm like. HUH? Your mum in hospital you still go Shanghai?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, my parents cut in and asked. "Mother or Father?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause, they always address my aunt as mother when they talking to my cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said here write mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my dad asked my mum to call my cousin to check things out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposedly, they thought my uncle is in hospital again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up and waited outside their room. While listening to my mum conversation over the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught her saying something like coach accident, mother in hospital, 2 of them went Shanghai and stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I messaged Chris. Cause he was planning to ask me to go over his place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But! That was not all that happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum hung up. And told us that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt went to Shanghai, supposedly with her relatives if I'm not wrong. They were on the coach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, somehow. The coach with 40+ people on board fell off a cliff! With my aunt on it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing is. The coach driver had the fucking guts to jump off the coach and just watch as the whole coach with passengers on board fell off the cliff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt was not spared. I am not sure if any passenger suffered anything worst. But, my aunt's bone cracked. It's damn serious as it's on the neck and spine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was initially sitting at the front of the coach. But, she switched to the back to talk to one auntie. Supposedly, the auntie only suffered minor cuts and only requires 2 stitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're still waiting for news from my cousins. As all of us hope to transfer her back to Singapore's hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, all this lies with the doctors. If they think it's best to not move her. I supposed there's nothing we can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. I curse that damn abomination of a driver. How on earth he even drove the coach and end up causing it to fell off a cliff?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might say he's just trying to save himself by jumping off the coach. Cause, if he doesn't. He might be squashed like a tomato thrown from 10 storey's window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT! 40 lives on board! It's not 40 speck of dust can?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope my aunt is okay. *Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God Bless All Of Us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11594275-5819284615667078383?l=winter-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winter-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/5819284615667078383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11594275&amp;postID=5819284615667078383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11594275/posts/default/5819284615667078383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11594275/posts/default/5819284615667078383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winter-princess.blogspot.com/2009/10/another-update.html' title=''/><author><name>BabyRara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11594275.post-3689496732275456991</id><published>2009-10-28T16:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T13:58:53.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my god! HOW?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pico is getting fat. I think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum and Chris have been telling me he seems to be getting fatter and fatter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking "Good what."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, he seems to be a contented hammie. Even though for some unknown reason he will squeal. I'm still trying to figure out what it means though. Some reasons are obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, just to be sure. I've searched online cause I'm worried about him. Apparently, there's like loads of reason a hammie will make noise. Which, I don't know is what in Pico case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's like, it's uphappy, something's bothering him, happy and yada yada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also state that, if a hammie is happy and contented. It will yawn and stretch. Which, Pico is doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't someone just invent an animal language translator or something. That the owner can clip onto the pet or the cage. And it will translate whatever it is saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris was complaining I'm feeding it too much. And my mum said it's getting fat. I said I wanted it to be a fat contented hammie. Cute what. But, it's not good. For the hammie itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't too concern about the fat part till just now. I took him out of the cage and put him in the ball. So, he can run freely around the place. While I use a clipper to take out shells and poop. When I wanted to put him back in, I notice he seems heavy. X_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only a week or more. 10 days to be exact. I got him on the 18th. And, he's turning chubby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris said I'm not to feed him today anymore. Cause, hammie stored their food in their cheek pouch. And, apparently. Pico stored a lot of food inside his cheek. I saw him sleep sitting and eating yesterday or something. Yes, you read it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was sleeping while sitting and munching away. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this hammie a lot of pattern man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris was like asking me that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dear, ask you ah. If one day I tell you I love Pico more than you how?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just gave him the -_- face. Then, I asked him why he ask that. He just gave me the face that seems to me he fallen in love again or something, and said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I saw Pico lying on the running wheel just now. Side way some more. Sleeping. So cute..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like -_- seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, I saw Pico struggling in his sleep. Nightmare, I suppose. He was lying side way. And his feet was moving, like running like that. Kind of funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will take his picture again when I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11594275-3689496732275456991?l=winter-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winter-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/3689496732275456991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11594275&amp;postID=3689496732275456991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11594275/posts/default/3689496732275456991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11594275/posts/default/3689496732275456991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winter-princess.blogspot.com/2009/10/oh-my-god-how-pico-is-getting-fat.html' title=''/><author><name>BabyRara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11594275.post-9025665801817686645</id><published>2009-10-19T16:39:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T19:58:03.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alrighty! Time to blog. Like seriously. I have so much things to blog about. And, pictures to post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like damn awesome. Mentioned in my previous post that I dropped my Bluetooth device and it ended up in pieces. But! I managed to put it back together and it's working!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris was insisting it's spoiled already. Seeing the state it was in. So he said there's no point trying it out. But, I mean. No harm trying right? If it works, it works. Nothing to lose what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I plugged it in. And damn. It works! I rock! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, as promised. Pictures from Waraku!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/Stwn-aP2GYI/AAAAAAAAAVg/pHzoHywfr6Y/s1600-h/25092009734.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394230406834166146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/Stwn-aP2GYI/AAAAAAAAAVg/pHzoHywfr6Y/s320/25092009734.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for food. Take a bit of pictures. Speaking of which. Our seats are nice. It's beside the window and you can see Singapore river and people walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the wet tissue home cause didn't want to waste. It's 50 cents can?! Okay. I'm not so being greedy or whatever shit. Wet tissue have loads of purpose you know. *Grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/Stwp0utZPtI/AAAAAAAAAVo/fCRTFDPGAhw/s1600-h/25092009733.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394232439551377106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/Stwp0utZPtI/AAAAAAAAAVo/fCRTFDPGAhw/s320/25092009733.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris set meal. It's a lunch promotion. There's a curry Don, a small bowl of ramen. The ramen soup is nice! Like seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/Stwq5GzO0eI/AAAAAAAAAVw/XGIO97GWv34/s1600-h/25092009735.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394233614249415138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/Stwq5GzO0eI/AAAAAAAAAVw/XGIO97GWv34/s320/25092009735.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine. It's supposedly one of the more popular dish. You can choose you wan soba or udon. And if you wan seafood or chicken I think. Mine is Udon and seafood. It's not bad. But, I prefer the one my sister-in-law cooked. Her's is super duper nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris been saying he wanted to go back there and try out their super big bowl. But, no chance yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/St_7D907pTI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CDvvijGQDGE/s1600-h/25092009736.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395306924167898418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/St_7D907pTI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CDvvijGQDGE/s320/25092009736.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side dish we ordered. Some pork cutlet thingy? It's nice, with the sauce it's super nice. Just a bit too dry though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/St_8KmJjfrI/AAAAAAAAAWA/MgBVA6qNpr0/s1600-h/25092009738.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395308137582657202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/St_8KmJjfrI/AAAAAAAAAWA/MgBVA6qNpr0/s320/25092009738.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris said this is like the one at Ajisen. The tsukune or something like that. Just in different shape. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;____________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for the mooncake festival BBQ at Chris's aunt's house. Didn't took a lot of pictures. It's raining that day. So, they move the portable pit under the roof. They were like saying they hope it will stop raining soon. So, the kids can carry lantern and play with candles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/St_-XrAypeI/AAAAAAAAAWI/9dw8-jsj0xk/s1600-h/03102009739.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395310561249633762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/St_-XrAypeI/AAAAAAAAAWI/9dw8-jsj0xk/s320/03102009739.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris's aunt were like super happy with that holder thing. She said she managed to dig it out from somewhere at her house before the BBQ. If I'm not wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the sausages turns out to be quite burnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/St__HUqBrvI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/7Lw6x89d8D0/s1600-h/03102009740.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395311379882290930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/St__HUqBrvI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/7Lw6x89d8D0/s320/03102009740.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris was saying he love how the fire turns out in this picture. I was telling Chris secretly the potato looks like shit cause it's like black. I'm sure most people agree anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a bit of food and went with Chris to help out. He do the BBQ while I carried the food into the house. Wasn't too bad. Didn't have much left over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain managed to stop at night. So, they went out to play. While I just stand there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw a group of kids at the covered corridor. They were initially burning candles. Until, they actually started a fire. I even overheard them saying they were burning worksheets. I'm like totally what the fuck?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Chris and his cousins had fun trying to be innovative with the candles. They ended up sticking them to the wall and trees and stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris's aunt were saying "Don't burn down the tree! I don't have money to pay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;____________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Tampines 1 to "celebrate" our anniversary. Chris said he wanted to try out Manpuku. He kept thinking it's at Tampines mall or something. I kept telling him it's at Tampines 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, he said he never heard of that. Asking me to trust him. So, we walked around the place until... I heard a couple said Tampines 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave him the "See, I told you" look. So, we follow the couple secretly. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, but I only took pictures of the dessert we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SuACJ0Pd0vI/AAAAAAAAAWY/Q9_cUibMLO0/s1600-h/10102009747.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395314721255445234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SuACJ0Pd0vI/AAAAAAAAAWY/Q9_cUibMLO0/s320/10102009747.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blue colour card is the Manpuku card. Everyone is given one upon entry to the place. You order your food and gave the person the card. And, only pay after you decided to leave the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though each card only can order up to a maximum of 100 bucks. If you lose the card, you'll have to pay a 100 dollars "fine".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will also be giving a standee with a number on it. It's for you to "chop" your table. We kept changing seats. *Laugh Out Loud*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up saying I want to sit at a very doll house feel corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SuADWtkSxAI/AAAAAAAAAWg/YC7Q7piTWsU/s1600-h/10102009750.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395316042313679874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SuADWtkSxAI/AAAAAAAAAWg/YC7Q7piTWsU/s320/10102009750.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember the name. Some chocolate mint thingy? The whip cream has a minty taste. It's super duper nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you walk pass the store you will be attracted by the tempting looking pie. The staff is quite friendly too. Mad love. You guys can don't eat anything there. But, you have to try this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had loads of fruit pie. But Chris said this looks more for him. He was laughing at me for trembling with sourness. *Laugh Out Loud*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SuAE8AboFuI/AAAAAAAAAWo/4F4ZzRAiOrE/s1600-h/10102009751.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395317782544389858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SuAE8AboFuI/AAAAAAAAAWo/4F4ZzRAiOrE/s320/10102009751.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway done from finishing. So, sinful. *Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk around a bit and pack home mee sua. Not just any mee sua. But mee sua from...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SuAF0IKvsMI/AAAAAAAAAWw/PfUvbIEfCIU/s1600-h/10102009755.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395318746693742786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SuAF0IKvsMI/AAAAAAAAAWw/PfUvbIEfCIU/s320/10102009755.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiao Ba Wang! It's opened by Jeff Wang. You know, the actor. Chris had no idea about it. When I exclaimed "HEY! Xiao Ba Wang!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He goes like, what? You know? I told him about it. And, he was only interested at the fact that a lot of people was packing and eating the mee sua. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave me the impression "I don't care who opened it, as long as the food is nice".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mee sua is freaking nice! Though, if you couldn't take spicy. Don't add the chili. But, if you like to feel your lips and mouth go numb. Give it a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, the chili portion is damn little. But it's still damn spicy. Chris stupidly think "Aiya. So little only, scared what" and mixed all together. He then went, "OH MY GOD!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's total shiok-ness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day while we walk around Lot 1. He saw a lady carry what looks like mee sua. He thought Xiao Ba Wang opened a store here. And dragged me to go find. Till I tell him should be from the other "Taiwan" foodies store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's like totally disappointed can?! So cute. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like, "Why? You like the mee sua? Thought you don't like?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;____________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day we went Bukit Panjang Plaza. Having dinner at Cafe Cartel. After that, we went to the pet store. He bought me a Hamster! It's a belated Anniversary present. *Grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the pet stuffs there is expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SuAIQOe0oSI/AAAAAAAAAW4/kY_ezpiblmY/s1600-h/18102009757.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395321428448157986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SuAIQOe0oSI/AAAAAAAAAW4/kY_ezpiblmY/s320/18102009757.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fall in love with it at first sight. He's so cute! Yes, it's a he. He had like 5 names and more man. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;1. Pico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His initial name. I find it kind of suit him. Plus, it sounds kind of cute. Chris has been calling him this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Ham Ham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 reason for this. Ham Ham = Hamster Hamster cut short. And, Ham Ham = Hamster Hamilton. Haha. Cause I like Hamilton. Plus, this Hammies is damn active. Like driving F1 like that. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was stoning &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A LOT&lt;/span&gt;. For the first 2 days. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Pebbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris said stone sounds weird. So, Pebbles sounds better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Mao Mao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum call him this. -_- Cause it's furry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Fluffy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English translation of Mao Mao. *Laugh Out Loud*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept it in my room the first night cause I was thinking how to tell my mum about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was like -_- when she saw him the first time. But, she love him a lot now. She even feed him and look at him whenever she can. She will tell me he drank a lot of water and eat a lot and stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris was saying. He's too cute to resist. That's why. *Laugh Out Loud*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SuALLD8eYBI/AAAAAAAAAXA/FqyJqUIvS7w/s1600-h/18102009758.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395324638255276050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SuALLD8eYBI/AAAAAAAAAXA/FqyJqUIvS7w/s320/18102009758.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hammies HDB. I've been telling a lot of people I'm too poor to afford a Condo (The normal plastic kind) for it. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which. We saw one super duper big cage for hammies the other day. Think it's like 4 storey or something like that. And we said it's a villa. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thought is that. A hammies life span is only approximately 2 years. So, something simple will do. Chris was saying he will upgrade for me when he feels it's time to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SuAMYfeDvoI/AAAAAAAAAXI/3pT2Yw1PYsw/s1600-h/18102009759.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395325968493821570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SuAMYfeDvoI/AAAAAAAAAXI/3pT2Yw1PYsw/s320/18102009759.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little shelter for my hammies can be bent. I was asking Chris if it's possible to bent it into a heart shape. *Laugh Out Loud*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SuAM5sNOljI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/lV-xPmIQclc/s1600-h/19102009768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395326538848572978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SuAM5sNOljI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/lV-xPmIQclc/s320/19102009768.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this little fella is damn fierce. Chris tried to carry it out a few times and he bit Chris. Twice Chris actually bleed. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Chris succeed in getting it out of the cage. He would run around and fall back into it's cage and screech at Chris. I told Chris before that he seems to be in bad mood though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays he's better. He bit me just now. Though not very painful. It's only a nibble. I was feeding it seeds. And I think he thought I had something on my hand and bit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay. He's still love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris even asked me to say goodnight to him last night. You can see how Pico had taken an important place in our heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling sad last night when I left him outside my room in the living room. I had been bringing him into my room all previous night. Scared he hot. I place him outside my room door area though. Hoping at least some cool air will leak out and he wouldn't feel hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Time to Ciaos and look at my Pico. *Grin*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11594275-9025665801817686645?l=winter-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winter-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/9025665801817686645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11594275&amp;postID=9025665801817686645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11594275/posts/default/9025665801817686645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11594275/posts/default/9025665801817686645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winter-princess.blogspot.com/2009/10/alrighty-time-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>BabyRara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/Stwn-aP2GYI/AAAAAAAAAVg/pHzoHywfr6Y/s72-c/25092009734.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11594275.post-2010952531475999634</id><published>2009-10-07T15:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T16:38:45.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Queen have made it a mental note to blog as often as I can. Since, I currently have BBB's daddy's laptop at my place. What is it doing at my place is really none of your business. *Brood*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I feel like blogging now is cause I feel so bliss. Like, right now. What is better than sitting on the floor, in a cozy corner, with your hair tied up. With the wind blowing, a pack of drink by your side. Blogging with a laptop and messaging your love one with your blackberry?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOTHING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously think I've got the best life currently. Haha. That's exaggerating. Anyway, going to meet BBB's daddy later. He'll be going for courses this few days. So, in the mean time. He's staying at my place. *Grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I asked my mum before hand okay?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it. I'm not so bliss. Cause, last night. I couldn't on my air con. As it's pee-ing. Totally what the fuck. I was using the lappy on my bed. Charging it up and everything. And, my air con decided to leak. With the cables and everything right under it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris took a plastic bag nearby and place it underneath to act as a "pail". So, we ended up without the air con. Sheesh. Woke up feeling kind of warm and sucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I'm happy now. *Grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently waiting for BBB's daddy to message me telling me to prepare. I'm gonna go meet him later. Cause, we wanted to buy food from the Pasar Malam near Lot One. It have my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;FAVOURITE&lt;/span&gt; store in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, correction. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt; of my favourite store in the world. The uncle sells some chinese meat pie thingy. It's like one of the best I had man. Totally love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about it the whole time. Since we saw it on Sunday. Didn't get it cause BBB's daddy said he don't feel like having any Pasar Malam food that day. So, I've been having craving since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum said we could pack a few finger food here and there to bring home and eat tonight. Plus, she's cooking curry. Not a bad idea at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Sunday. Went out with Dar, to Celementi. Cause she wanted to try out those gaming cafe. It's call Decoders' cafe or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to comment about the cafe itself. But the guy working there is nice. He's helpful and kind of cute. Though not my cup of tea. He recommended us games and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food there was okay. Not great. But still okay. Dar said she wanted to go again this weekend(?) with Specky. Cause, he fly our pigeon last week. Planned to go to the one at Orchard initially. But, decided to go back to the Clementi one again this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still discussing though. *Grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, I know I promise pictures. But, the sad thing is. I dropped my Bluetooth device the other day. And, it broke into pieces. So, I really don't know if it's working or not. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sort of piece it back together. *Laugh Out Loud*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I shall Ciaos for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go feel more love with my meat pie. Woot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye Bee People. *Grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;P.S. BBB's Daddy refer to Chris. Please get that fact into your head. And, no. BBB is not BaBy Boy. BBB = BlackBerry Bold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11594275-2010952531475999634?l=winter-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winter-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/2010952531475999634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11594275&amp;postID=2010952531475999634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11594275/posts/default/2010952531475999634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11594275/posts/default/2010952531475999634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winter-princess.blogspot.com/2009/10/queen-have-made-it-mental-note-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>BabyRara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11594275.post-4484629839888828664</id><published>2009-10-03T01:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T02:13:51.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Currently blogging at BBB's daddy's place. Okay, this is confusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently blogging at Chris's place. Is that better? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What on earth am I doing at his place you ask? *Ahem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm being invited by his mum and relatives to a BBQ! Well, as you all know. Or maybe not. Tomorrow is Lantern Festival. Supposedly, his aunt is organizing a barbecue. And, how can I not be invited right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, either way. I'm here to stay for the night. So that I don't have to rush over tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which. The other day I was reading a magazine. Telling readers how overseas people celebrate Lantern Festival / Mooncake Festival. Whatever you like to call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was said that. In Taiwan. They actually have BBQ. So, in other words. Tomorrow, we're celebrating in Taiwanese style. *BIG GRIN*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;____________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell you guys something funny. Yesterday, at my place while showering. I notice I forgot to take my scrunchy. And, I'm not wearing any clothes at all. So, I couldn't just walk to my room and take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Chris was the only one out in the living room. I shouted for him. Wanted to ask him to get my scrunchy for me and pass it to me through the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I went like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Me: EEWMIK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Mum: Jiu Ming (Help)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Me: ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Mum: What Jiu Ming?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Me: Mum, get my scrunchy for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Laugh Out Loud*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eewmik becomes Jiu Ming. And, my mum thought I'm calling for help. Like totally what the fuck man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know my mum came out of her room. So, I called for Chris instead. But, good thing she was there to take my scrunchy for me. Embarrassing you know. *Laugh Out Loud*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;____________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, I suppose I'll be eating good food for this few days. BBQ tomorrow and buffet on Sunday. Provided Chris wanted to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Cousin is having a buffet to celebrate his son 1st month. And, it's super near my place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spec! I can go visit you! *Laugh Out Loud*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling hungry now. While typing this. Damn Chris. Said wanted to cook maggie for me but never. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, feeling irritated now. Cause I'm hungry and I just lose my game. Stupid Crime Scene. Freaking hard to play. It's a DS game I've been playing when I'm bored. You play it CSI style. Graphic sucks though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm more addicted to Kingdom Heart. The graphic is nice. Cannot compare to PSP of course. But, it's surprisingly good for a DS game. You do quest and fight monsters. Not forgetting, you get to explore places of Disney characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've already met people from Aladdin, Beauty and the Beast, Nightmare before Christmas(?), Peterpan and Alice in Wonderland. Quite interesting if you ask me. If you own a DS. Go get this game like seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've currently surpass Chris. Wahahahaha. Simply cause it's a nice game. Only nice game will attract me to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope they come out with the previous story for Kingdom Heart for DS. Supposedly, in previous story. The main character went on a journey with Goofy and Donald Duck. In this current story I'm playing. Supposedly he don't remember his past. And he's a nobody (Someone without a heart).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, it's getting boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;____________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I remember. I've been recently commented Chio (Pretty) by a few people. Woot. Happiness. There's one which I think is quite funny. It goes like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I went to buy dinner with Chris at the market near my place. There's a not bad western store there. And, the guy called me 美女. Wahaha. And, no. He didn't call everyone that. Only me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris was pissed off. And, also. Whenever I went there to pack. Those guys selling economic rice kept looking at me. One of them waved to me once. Not asking me to buy. No no. He waved and goes like "Hi". *Laugh Out Loud*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked away out of shock though. *Brood*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get it. Shouldn't guys be happy that other guys think their girlfriend is pretty? If people said my boyfriend is handsome I'll be happy. At least it shows that I've got taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris was saying, he don't like. Cause don't know what's going through the head of those guys. Like, whatever. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. It's 2.04am. I'm gonna go catch some Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11594275-4484629839888828664?l=winter-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winter-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/4484629839888828664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11594275&amp;postID=4484629839888828664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11594275/posts/default/4484629839888828664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11594275/posts/default/4484629839888828664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winter-princess.blogspot.com/2009/10/currently-blogging-at-bbbs-daddys-place.html' title=''/><author><name>BabyRara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11594275.post-6504763170340950340</id><published>2009-09-29T16:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T17:08:32.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yoohoo! Time for me to blog again. This post doesn't have any pictures, as all the photos are inside my "old" phone. Which is currently Chris phone. If you read the previous post. You would have know the reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went for a job interview last Friday. I think it went well. The person looks please. *Grin* Either way, Chris accompanied me to go for the interview. It's nice to have a boyfriend. Haha. Wrong, it's nice to have a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;NICE&lt;/span&gt; boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually arrived early, like the interview was suppose to start at 3pm. We arrived at like 1+pm. Not really my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first received the phone call for asking me to go interview. I'm like shocked. Cause I know I didn't sent any resume recently partly cause Hotmail is all cocked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, while the person were like telling me all the details. I'm like thinking, when the fuck I sent my resume? So, I didn't take in anything she said. Though I do have a bit of impression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the interview, went to Waraku to have lunch. That place that supposedly serve extremely &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt; bowl of udon. The person there is nice. They have a lunch promotion, last order was at 2.30pm though. We got there slightly late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, the staff there still allow us to order it. Their ramen is nice. Love the soup. Not too heavy in taste. Dar, you might like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, I have no pictures. As it's all in the N95.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post up the pictures another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating and not even walking around a bit. I was actually planning to go to this shop which sells items that you can "zhng" up your gadgets. But, I forgot about it totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Vivo instead. As Chris suggested it. Cause I kept complaining I very long didn't go Vivo already. Walked a bit inside. Bought 1 large cup of juice and went out to look at scenery. Only problem is, it's too bright outside that I can't keep my eyes open. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw the super big Superstar Virgo. Think it just disembark that day. They even had slide for the pool can?! But, honestly speaking. After the last horrible time with Superstar Aquarius. I doubt I'll want to go on a cruise again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that it's really horrible. All was great. Except for the swaying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, life is good. With a large cup of juice and nice scenery. Not forgetting having your boyfriend beside you. Though, I'm irritated that he kept meddling with my BB. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way. I have found out what to call Chris! Other than dear, that is. Cause I can't make up my mind. Now, I'm calling him BB's daddy. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called him that the other day. And he said. "You know, people's going to misunderstand."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a sense people thought we had a baby or something. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I said, if that's the case I shall call him BBB's daddy. Dar was saying I should just cut short the Bs. Instead of BBB just say B cube. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of my BB. It just scare the shit out of me the other day. It died on me for no reason! I'm totally like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WHAT THE FUCK?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was using the Wi-Fi in the room the other day. And, for no rhyme or reason. My BB just black out! I'm like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"OH MY GOD! WHAT THE FUCK?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris was like asking me what's wrong. He said he think my phone ran out of battery or something. But, no. It still have 2 bars left. Either way, I've checked. Supposedly BBB have a damn serious issue of battery drainage. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, of course that's not the reason why my phone suddenly died on me. And, seriously. I don't know why it did that! -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of regret getting BBB a bit. Though. No, Chris, I'm not giving it to you. Dream on. Muhahahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, went out with Dar the other time. To sing K. Cause, we miss it. I went to Ang Mo Kio with Chris first. He have a friend who opened a shop selling phones casing and stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went there to get casing for my BBB. After that, we went to meet Dar at Orchard. Went to eat at the Kou Fu at Cine. After that, we went to the 8th floor(?) Kbox. The room is nice. Quite big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kind of happy. Was suppose to meet Spec too. But, he said he don't wanna go Kbox with us. So, he said he'll meet us later. After singing, we walked to Plaza Singapura to meet up with Spec. Also cause Dar wanted to go to the Daiso there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the LAN shop to see see. Damn little people though. Met Spec and we went to walk around Plaza Sing. Spec was like saying how much he don't like Daiso. Well, I only don't like the fact it's messy. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought a nose pore pack. And went walking around a bit. Saw a Hello Kitty suitcase which is baby pink. It comes with a black colour one too by the way. I told Chris I want it. Joking only. I'm not a fan of Hello Kitty. Though I'm sure Mei would love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Nose damn itchy while I'm typing this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to eat at Pizza Hut. Cause Spec didn't want Kopitiam. Dar didn't want KFC and stuff like that. Then, I remember there's a Pizza Hut at Plaza Singapura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad move man. The service sucks big time. End up making the 4 of us damn unhappy. While waiting to be serve. We had fun exploring each other phones. Spec got the Crystal phone. Which Dar insist is totally against her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before eating, we did walked pass a M1 shop. It actually had the display of Blackberry Bold and Blackberry Storm. Spec was like trying to slide the BBB icons. He claim it's a habit after using touch screen phone. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spec also awed us with his knowledge of touch screen phone. *Laugh Out Loud*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating. Dar showed me to a shop which sells bling stuff. I like. Think I'm gonna go there again. *Grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took bus home after that. Gossip on the bus a bit. Spec is like giving me the -_- face throughout. That I seriously wonder if he took in what we said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my dad is a lot better. He can drive now! Though I seriously wonder if he's suppose to. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm gonna go do my things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11594275-6504763170340950340?l=winter-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winter-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/6504763170340950340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11594275&amp;postID=6504763170340950340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11594275/posts/default/6504763170340950340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11594275/posts/default/6504763170340950340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winter-princess.blogspot.com/2009/09/yoohoo-time-for-me-to-blog-again.html' title=''/><author><name>BabyRara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11594275.post-1108859250703705759</id><published>2009-09-24T15:35:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T18:36:28.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright. Time to blog. Like, after so damn long. There's two main intention for posting this post. Read on, and you shall know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, on a not so happy side. My dad fell down the other time and is on like 2 months of Medical Leave. At first he thought it's only a little sprain. But, turns out his bone cracks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope he recover soon. Either way, he's better now. Recovering well and able to walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;______________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out the other time with Chris to Causeway point. Had Pastamania for lunch. Wanted my Basil Chicken Aglio Olio. Only one word to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;DISAPPOINTING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally not nice at all. I'm sorry if you work there. But, it's a fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my pasta seems to be under cooked. And had no taste to it at all. Chris said the one he ordered is not nice at all too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we walked about and there's this basketball competition thingy. And, it's all happening in the shopping centre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/Srsjg4iD9CI/AAAAAAAAAUw/jgTJ9aU0uJ8/s1600-h/12092009715.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384936827289596962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/Srsjg4iD9CI/AAAAAAAAAUw/jgTJ9aU0uJ8/s320/12092009715.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris dragged me to watch. Cause we saw loads of people crowding around. It's some converse event thingy. A 3 vs 3 competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SrskEjercyI/AAAAAAAAAU4/q-7Hq69a7oc/s1600-h/12092009717.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384937440113554210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SrskEjercyI/AAAAAAAAAU4/q-7Hq69a7oc/s320/12092009717.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A clearer picture. Everybody say goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;GOAL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait. This is not soccer. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;______________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way. I did my nails myself the other day. Cause I'm bored. And, both Dar and Chis said, "practise makes perfect".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, I end up "practising".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/Srsm6iL78GI/AAAAAAAAAVA/YE_usJTG8Pc/s1600-h/16092009724.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384940566502699106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/Srsm6iL78GI/AAAAAAAAAVA/YE_usJTG8Pc/s320/16092009724.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pink with gold and white designs, along with crystals and pearls. *Grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/Srsn-Lb0wdI/AAAAAAAAAVI/iB0GqxV54xE/s1600-h/12092009720.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384941728626426322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/Srsn-Lb0wdI/AAAAAAAAAVI/iB0GqxV54xE/s320/12092009720.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay. I like my nails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've removed it anyway. Now my nails are painted black. With pink and white flowers design. Doing nails is fun. In some way, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna remove them soon to let my nails breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which. I need to buy crystal and pearl soons. Running low on stock. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;______________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another happy side. I've got my new hand phone not too long ago. Mad love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all happened like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, Chris told me his phone stop functioning. He dropped it into the pail the other time. And, he was so scared that he don't dare to try if it's working. So, he let it rested awhile. Meanwhile, using his old hand phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he decided to try it out. Amazingly, his phone works! But, it started going bonkers the other day. He desperately needed a new phone. I loan him my LG phone for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As his contract still haven't reaches 2 years he couldn't recontract. Or he'll need to pay like 100? bucks. And buying a phone itself is expensive. Normally I don't really care. But he said he's poor. *Brood*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he called starhub to check out my contract. Turns out, I could recontract my contract. So, we ended up debating what to do. I asked my parents. And said I plan to "give" my N95 8GB to Chris. While he buy the new phone for my new contract.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't decide what to get though. Chris wanted Samsung Omnia II. Cause he said it's nice, and he love touch screen phone. I wanted Blackberry Bold. But, I don't mind Samsung Omnia II myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad got this voucher from singtel saying if we convert line to singtel. We can use the voucher. So, Chris suggested getting iPhone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No bad feelings folks. I love Apple products. But, iPhone is not my cup of tea. I've read too many cases of it blowing up and burning people and what so ever, yada yada. Plus, there's too many iPhone users around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to be uncommon. Come to think of it. Blackberry isn't uncommon. *Brood*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just saw a guy using it the other day. On the MRT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people were giving me loads of different phones suggestions. Like the LG crystal thingy, HTC, Omnia Pro, Sony Ericsson and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like spoilt for choice man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, either way. Went to Causeway Point again the other day. Am like browsing phones and waiting for my turn. Chris ended up suggesting to stick to initial plan of getting a Blackberry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, were like thinking if I ought to get Blackberry curve. It's smaller in size compared to the bold. Decided to get the bold in the end anyway, cause I like it better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the person said they have stock, when we went to ask last time. We thought we could get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out. They've sold out. But, they called Lot One to check. Amazingly, a puny shop of starhub at Lot One have! The last one that is. How lucky am I?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SrssDr80OSI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/ywc7qKtEYOI/s1600-h/18092009726.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384946221300594978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SrssDr80OSI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/ywc7qKtEYOI/s320/18092009726.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new found love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's damn big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, my nails is long. Shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've cut my nails short for the safety sake of my BBB (Blackberry Bold).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SrssufsEDyI/AAAAAAAAAVY/dOpuGPmtX-Q/s1600-h/18092009731.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384946956743479074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SrssufsEDyI/AAAAAAAAAVY/dOpuGPmtX-Q/s320/18092009731.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new toy. *Laugh Out Loud*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, for the sake of people considering getting a BB. My own personal thoughts after using a Blackberry bold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No hard feelings BB users. Just my thoughts and for Dar sake. Cause she plan to get 1 too. And she's comparing phones now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my BB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;______________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna talk about the pros at all. Sorry. Cause, all the websites are like talking about it. You can find them easily. Just google. "Blackberry bold 9000 review".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about cons then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Extremely short battery life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally not joking. It's fucking short man. I kept charging it and Chris "scolded" me. Said I'll spoil my phone battery like that. Cause you can't keep charging your phone for no apparent reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used it for like 1 day and the battery is almost empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the fact is, I can't keep charging it. What if I'm left with 4 bars and I need to go out whole day next day and it died on me while I'm outside?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, not logical. But, you got what I mean. Chris insist it's best to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ONLY&lt;/span&gt; charge your phone when your battery is about to finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I hate the trackball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why. But I suppose I need time to get use to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially while typing messages. And you discovered you have a typo error in front. You got to keep scrolling it back. Unlike other phones. Just press and hold the buttons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like damn scared the trackball is gonna spoil can?! Apparently, it seems to spoil quite easily? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Camera not that great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm fine with it. But, compared to my N95 8GB. Which have a 5 mega pixel camera. My BB only have a 2 mega pixel camera (According to the websites).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose, that's why it's a smart phone meant for business person. Cause they don't take much pictures? -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Screen's are "soft screen".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike Nokia. It's screen has the tendency to "jump" when you add a little more pressure to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's fucking scary can?! I was "polishing" it the other day and I saw my screen looking weird. I messaged Chris and said my phone screen spoiled. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I know it's exaggerating. Either way, this sort of screen is dangerous. If you're not careful, it might crack. Like seriously. I've read about it in some places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe those people are just stupid of what. But, I don't know. *Shrug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Whole things are mostly black and white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been arguing with people. Like seriously. Just cause it's a smart phone. Doesn't mean only business man and woman use it. Just looks boring. Nothing big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can change it I guess. Just go download themes? I'm not sure! Haven't explore finish can?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Speaker sucks while using for phone calls(?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if it's mine. But, I was using it last night. And, Chris words turns out like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example: "Tomorrow, I going office"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out: "Tomorrow,.... office"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I off the speaker and use the handset instead. It turns out okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, when I watched videos it's okay too. So, I don't know. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You can't make video calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause, there's no camera in front. -_- I suppose it's not too big a problem. As I don't really video call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. WiFi is hard to figure out (According To Chris).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You won't know you're using the wireless or the mobile phone connection which you need to pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Bluetooth is weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It keeps rejecting my N95 files. For no apparent reason. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;______________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose. There's still a few things here and there. But, I love my BBB. Regardless of everything. It's nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I'm gonna go BLING it. *Big Grin*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11594275-1108859250703705759?l=winter-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winter-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/1108859250703705759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11594275&amp;postID=1108859250703705759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11594275/posts/default/1108859250703705759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11594275/posts/default/1108859250703705759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winter-princess.blogspot.com/2009/09/alright.html' title=''/><author><name>BabyRara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/Srsjg4iD9CI/AAAAAAAAAUw/jgTJ9aU0uJ8/s72-c/12092009715.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11594275.post-1734449932440965010</id><published>2009-09-02T18:44:00.031+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T19:42:45.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Update, update, update. Even my boyfriend has been asking why I didn't update my blog. He went like, "You Blogging?" over the phone last night. Cause my Blog is getting boring without new updates I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I told him I'll blog today or perhaps tomorrow, or maybe the day after. Well, since I'm bored and Facebook officially sucks cause all the games are getting boring. Like seriously. Thus, I've decided to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a damn load of things to type. Only problem is, I can't remember what I wanted to type now. Didn't bother making a notes or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter side. I've been tweeting. *Grin* Like seriously, I didn't tweet much. Cause my life is boring. Of course not. But, whatever. All right, I couldn't make out what the fuck I'm typing. And where this post is going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, after eating and look through my pictures. I know what to type already! *Grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, went out with Dar and Chris to iluma at Bugis. Plus, we didn't go Bugis for a very long time. And, Dar said she wanted to try out the Japanese "food court" there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to her place first to pass her her birthday present from Jenny. She left it with me the other time cause her bag too small. *Brood* She left it with me for like 1 week plus or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited awhile for her cause she need to prepare. Left for the bus stop near her place after that. Passed by the hawker centre which is full of DOM (Dirty Old Man). Like, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went straight to eat cause we're hungry! Alright, not very.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/Sqdt9Ciyc_I/AAAAAAAAAR4/IcnqCqfLjcg/s1600-h/15082009663.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379389175339578354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/Sqdt9Ciyc_I/AAAAAAAAAR4/IcnqCqfLjcg/s320/15082009663.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They use this "high tech" pen there. Which Dar finds amazing and what so ever. It's quite fun actually. But gets irritating as time goes. Cause the pen tends to read out what you've ordered in a rather loud volume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like asking how the pen know what we ordered? And Chris said in a very smart voice that there's like tiny micro chips inside the menu which the pen can read. So, I suppose I'll steal a menu and pry it open to see if it's true the next time. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/Sqdu6OFsvFI/AAAAAAAAASA/3B-eqxUbQww/s1600-h/15082009664.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379390226410814546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/Sqdu6OFsvFI/AAAAAAAAASA/3B-eqxUbQww/s320/15082009664.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar very happily posing with the pen. She's having fun like seriously. Sorry Dar. I actually plan to photoshop all the pictures. But I'm transferring things and it's taking damn long. I can't afford to make it lag. Plus I'm lazy. *Bleah*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, not forgetting I typed the draft for this post damn long ago. So I decided to complete it and post it up like today (9th Sept). *Grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/Sqdv0PAVuYI/AAAAAAAAASI/o6GdSq_ydps/s1600-h/15082009665.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379391223089183106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/Sqdv0PAVuYI/AAAAAAAAASI/o6GdSq_ydps/s320/15082009665.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris using the pen to order. We took turn using it. And, we all ordered different things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you're wondering why I took all the pictures at this point. Cause we didn't bring our camera. *Brood*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SqdxEDkTSGI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Ffh7k2W2E6s/s1600-h/15082009667.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379392594408327266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SqdxEDkTSGI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Ffh7k2W2E6s/s320/15082009667.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our drinks. Going counter clockwise. Yellow one is Chris, I think it's lime juice. Pink is mine, Fruit punch. Purple is Dar's, grape? don't remember. All the drink is super nice though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cup they use are damn special. It's not totally round. The base is round but the top is oval in shape. We were wondering how they kept the cup like seriously. Cause you can't stack it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/Sqdx5L2XvUI/AAAAAAAAASY/jqeGU3GxNYs/s1600-h/15082009668.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379393507164667202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/Sqdx5L2XvUI/AAAAAAAAASY/jqeGU3GxNYs/s320/15082009668.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar ordered this. Curry thingy. She said it's quite nice. The soup comes along with the curry rice thing. There's a very interesting pouch thingy inside. We're like guessing what's inside. I'm not gonna reveal the answer. You want know. Go eat it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/Sqd0phIXdYI/AAAAAAAAASg/V6jMDeELKUE/s1600-h/15082009672.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379396536534267266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/Sqd0phIXdYI/AAAAAAAAASg/V6jMDeELKUE/s320/15082009672.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine! Mine! Mine! Ramen. Some spicy ramen with gyoza set. It's okay. Wasn't too bad. Not too spicy though. Chris was like worried it might be too spicy for me. So he said not to mix all the chilli inside the soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/Sqd165GNcKI/AAAAAAAAASo/sv3vr0jQRo4/s1600-h/15082009674.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379397934537076898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/Sqd165GNcKI/AAAAAAAAASo/sv3vr0jQRo4/s320/15082009674.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris ordered this. He have been eating curry for like 3 days in a row man. *Brood* He said it's nice, as there's a lot of gravy to go with the rice. The salad you saw is with the rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/Sqd4RM_AVMI/AAAAAAAAASw/7WbNxKzXidE/s1600-h/15082009675.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379400516855944386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/Sqd4RM_AVMI/AAAAAAAAASw/7WbNxKzXidE/s320/15082009675.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate cake. I ordered it cause it look nice in the menu. Come out it's totally different from the menu can?! Got cheated. But, it's very nice! *Grin* There's nuts inside I think. Plus, the chocolate wasn't very sweet. Got a tinge of bitterness, yet not very bitter. Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the arcade and I also bought 2 t-shirt from sphere at Bugis street. I love t-shirts from there. *Grin* I think I have like 12 t-shirts from there or something. I'll go count when I'm bored I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went to this Japanese place like 3 times already. Twice for the Shabu Shabu buffet. Not that it's extremely nice or what so ever. First time I went to the Shabu Shabu with Dar. Chris can't make it cause it's a Thursday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had fun talking and I almost cried on the way there while talking to Dar about something private. And, I also had fun abusing someone while gossiping. I love you Dar. *Grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second time I go for the Shabu Shabu is with Chris. Cause he wanted to go satisfy his maid fetish. *Brood* And, he was not happy that he didn't get to go the other time. He said he's not going there again though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No picture cause no photo taking allow. You guys can go try though. Their Paitan soup is nice. *Grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I went there I'll go to the arcade. They have 4 Taiko machine there! Mad love! Anyway. Chris said he's banning me from playing. Cause I kept getting injured. My skin came off the other time. *Brood*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had fun though. And, that's what's important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;_______________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Lot One the other time to buy milk bottle for my niece. And, I got injured. Like fuck man. I always injured myself for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was holding onto the bag with the milk bottle inside. While going down the escalator The bottle jam between my leg and the "wall" and scratch my thigh. Like seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts man. I told Chris I'm bleeding and he don't believe me. *Brood*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/Sqd6BUNmqBI/AAAAAAAAAS4/CWJ3_DkK5Bw/s1600-h/19082009688.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379402442941573138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/Sqd6BUNmqBI/AAAAAAAAAS4/CWJ3_DkK5Bw/s320/19082009688.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No idea if you can see or not. But, there's a faint line of blood trace on it. Not very obvious though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, yes. I like using cute handy plast. Cannot is it?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/Sqd67blbzCI/AAAAAAAAATA/ieYqWNI_JHg/s1600-h/19082009690.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379403441352985634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/Sqd67blbzCI/AAAAAAAAATA/ieYqWNI_JHg/s320/19082009690.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can see? Cannot see. Who cares. The cut is longer than 1 inch can?! Stupid milk bottle box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;_______________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Ichiban with Chris last month on the 24th. Cause feels like eating. I miss my salmon maru!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/Sqd78Y7lr-I/AAAAAAAAATI/KS6F_fXsA8o/s1600-h/24082009696.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379404557332099042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/Sqd78Y7lr-I/AAAAAAAAATI/KS6F_fXsA8o/s320/24082009696.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chopstick. *Laugh Out Loud* Nothing to do so I took picture of the chopstick. While waiting for the food to be serve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/Sqd8cj-s_DI/AAAAAAAAATQ/NxoA6nK882g/s1600-h/24082009697.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379405110053764146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/Sqd8cj-s_DI/AAAAAAAAATQ/NxoA6nK882g/s320/24082009697.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad love salmon maru! You guys have got to try this man. It's fucking nice! Best to put the whole sushi in your mouth. Everyone will order this when they go there. Like serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/Sqd9K7U8B5I/AAAAAAAAATY/DAf04JE2wq4/s1600-h/24082009698.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379405906595022738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/Sqd9K7U8B5I/AAAAAAAAATY/DAf04JE2wq4/s320/24082009698.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris set meal. Can't remember what it is. Some gyoza thingy. It's quite okay I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/Sqd95wB7yVI/AAAAAAAAATg/yBWWAj72jHM/s1600-h/24082009700.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379406711016376658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/Sqd95wB7yVI/AAAAAAAAATg/yBWWAj72jHM/s320/24082009700.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine. I didn't think it would be so much. There's a don with Cha Soba. Unless I'm crazy or what I can never finish it. *Brood*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, the Cha Soba is nice. It's quite refreshing. Especially after you ate the tempura. It's good to eat a bit of Cha Soba to cleanse the stomach? *Laugh Out Loud*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I'm not a Cha Soba person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/Sqd-1M8poeI/AAAAAAAAATo/jDaZPSENhO0/s1600-h/24082009701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379407732391125474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/Sqd-1M8poeI/AAAAAAAAATo/jDaZPSENhO0/s320/24082009701.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another must order for me whenever I go Ichiban. Their potato salad is nice! Like seriously. One of the best I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/Sqd_X4Ry6bI/AAAAAAAAATw/SKByFXpqGgQ/s1600-h/24082009703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379408328138090930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/Sqd_X4Ry6bI/AAAAAAAAATw/SKByFXpqGgQ/s320/24082009703.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make a guess what this is. The one with the correct answer gets 1 million monopoly dollar. Hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Drum roll...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/Sqd_9_SkcgI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Rpw3sAPx2Vc/s1600-h/24082009705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379408982855414274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/Sqd_9_SkcgI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Rpw3sAPx2Vc/s320/24082009705.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's tempura ice cream. Or, fried ice cream if you like. Not very nice actually. But quite okay. I prefer normal ice cream. Especially those from MOF! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;_______________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to cook pasta the other day. Cause Chris wanted to cook together with me again. He said it's fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was on the way to the market and saw my mum at the lift. She already bought brunch for me. But she said it's okay to leave it for later. So we went ahead to the NTUC at my market there to buy ingredients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SqeB9gcc4AI/AAAAAAAAAUA/c1n2FH-MAMI/s1600-h/P8210363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379411173598617602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SqeB9gcc4AI/AAAAAAAAAUA/c1n2FH-MAMI/s320/P8210363.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peeling prawns. Cause nobody likes to peel cooked prawn. So, I rather peel them first compared to peeling them later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SqeDouupe4I/AAAAAAAAAUI/VIXAphroN48/s1600-h/P8210367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379413015679040386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SqeDouupe4I/AAAAAAAAAUI/VIXAphroN48/s320/P8210367.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boiling the pasta. We choose the curly one cause it's more convenient. It has officially become my favourite kind of pasta. *Grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SqeFJj76fzI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/epWRuM-gktk/s1600-h/P8210369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379414679229202226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SqeFJj76fzI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/epWRuM-gktk/s320/P8210369.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cutting up the mushroom. Was planning to steal from the fridge. My mum kept them for my nieces. Cause they love mushroom. *Brood* Nah, I opened another can and kept the rest in the fridge for future usage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SqeGmpjHLuI/AAAAAAAAAUY/N4NJwSCIGkk/s1600-h/P8210372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379416278463622882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SqeGmpjHLuI/AAAAAAAAAUY/N4NJwSCIGkk/s320/P8210372.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cutting up the crab meat and hotdog. Chris kept complaining that it's too little. Come on. Only 2 of us is eating. All the ingredient add up will be a lot. And, we're adding mince meat inside the pasta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SqeINQ7Bl6I/AAAAAAAAAUg/sAJY56aHJNI/s1600-h/P8210374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379418041379559330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SqeINQ7Bl6I/AAAAAAAAAUg/sAJY56aHJNI/s320/P8210374.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put everything into the tomato sauce and cook! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SqeJdM78r6I/AAAAAAAAAUo/6Rucd3zSWto/s1600-h/P8210377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379419414699224994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SqeJdM78r6I/AAAAAAAAAUo/6Rucd3zSWto/s320/P8210377.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Separate the pasta into 2 bowl. Pour in the sauce and everything. And, Tada! 2 bowl of delicious pasta. Okay. I personally find it not too bad. Maybe cause I cooked them. But, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I love the new basil chicken aglio olio at Pastamania! It's super nice! I want go eat again! ROAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. This post is too long and it's already lagging for upload. I shall end here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaos people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna do my nails tomorrow! Or maybe later. Hope it turns out nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris is going to get me a new phone! Maybe. *BIG GRIN*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11594275-1734449932440965010?l=winter-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winter-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/1734449932440965010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11594275&amp;postID=1734449932440965010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11594275/posts/default/1734449932440965010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11594275/posts/default/1734449932440965010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winter-princess.blogspot.com/2009/09/update-update-update.html' title=''/><author><name>BabyRara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/Sqdt9Ciyc_I/AAAAAAAAAR4/IcnqCqfLjcg/s72-c/15082009663.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11594275.post-1565722178476318313</id><published>2009-08-13T23:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T22:35:49.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blogger is still having the stupid problem while I'm trying my best to blog down here. Why is it that every time I try to blog. Blogger wants to give me stupid problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't upload pictures through my computer. It sucks. Anyway, I'm gonna try to blog the hard and long way. That is loading my photos through photobucket. Which, I hope it works. Or I'll be fucking piss off for wasting my time and energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting due to the typhoon thing. The Internet connection sucks like shit. For mine seems quite okay though. Like, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be a pretty long post I assume. So, maybe you guys should grab a cup of cup noodle and eat while reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, where should I start my ranting? Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, heck. I shall just type what I remember. Who cares if it's all jumble up right? More importantly is there's picture for you guys to see anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, you guys better be darn grateful. I had to keep posting and deleting, posting and deleting. Just to get the pictures attached. Seriously hope Blogger will be back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, I told you guys. Or maybe I haven't. I fell down the other time at a dance studio. I suffered from a freaking big blue black. So big that it's fucking scary. Like seriously. Loads of people who seen it went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"OH MY GOD!"&lt;/span&gt; at me. It hurts and took damn long to finally fade. Even though it fade now. It still hurts a bit though. Dar claim it's internal injury. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s163.photobucket.com/albums/t307/prosperbear/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7140324.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t307/prosperbear/P7140324.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No idea if you can see it or not. But I think should be can. It's near the knee cap some more. Totally horrible. It's damn big can?! Chris kept rubbing it. Says must rub or not will be worst. Dar also asked me to rub it though. But she scold Chris for rubbing it with too much force. Cause, it hurts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;_______________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to NewYork NewYork the other day. Think it's the one at Kovan (Whatever You Spell The Name). Was thinking what to eat actually. But ended up settle for NewYork NewYork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The staff there is okay. Quite nice and friendly. Just one problem. Which I'll complain later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, while looking at the menu. I kept flipping it around cause I can't find my lamb shank. -_- So, I ended up choosing some chicken thingy with pineapple. Don't remember the name. What?! You think I work there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s163.photobucket.com/albums/t307/prosperbear/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ABCD0013.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t307/prosperbear/ABCD0013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice. I removed the skin too. But, Chris ate it. -_- He said he like the sauce. The chicken is very tender. But, I don't like the vegetables that comes with the dish. Looks weird and taste weird. *Brood*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s163.photobucket.com/albums/t307/prosperbear/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ABCD0011.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t307/prosperbear/ABCD0011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ordered something that we thought is healthy. But, it turns out like that. It's potato salad if I'm not wrong. It's super nice. Just that, like not very healthy. If I'm not wrong the sauce is mayonnaise. And it's &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOADS&lt;/span&gt; of mayonnaise. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s163.photobucket.com/albums/t307/prosperbear/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ABCD0014.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t307/prosperbear/ABCD0014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris order this. Beef stewed with mashed potato. When they serve the dish. I'm like. -_- &lt;- that. Totally different from what I imagine. But, it's nice. Taste more like lamb to me anyway. I'm a lamb person. Not a beef person. And, we ordered 2 root beer float.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s163.photobucket.com/albums/t307/prosperbear/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ABCD0012.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t307/prosperbear/ABCD0012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waitress that served us still inform us to drink it first before mixing. Or it will overflow. Good service. *Thumbs up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I'm still going to complain. After we ate finish. We asked for bill. But none came. So, we asked for bill again. The supposedly supervisor said okay and told us to wait. We waited. But none came. So, we asked for bill again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember if it's 3 times or 5 times that we called for bill. Chris refuse to let me call the person cause he said I'll raise my hand up high and goes like &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"SCUSE ME!"&lt;/span&gt; in a super high pitch voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which, definitely attracts attention. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;_______________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the other day (Quite sometimes ago) I went to Chris place cause his mum invited me over. His grandma birthday celebration if you're curious. They booked 3 tables at a restaurant in Bedok area (?). The food was not bad. A 10 course meal. Just like those you have at wedding dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice, just totally expensive. Heard from Chris his relatives went back again last weekend for roast pig. His mum asked us to go again. But we're not very interested. So ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s163.photobucket.com/albums/t307/prosperbear/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P8010336.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t307/prosperbear/P8010336.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris grandma. She's quite nice. Kept asking me to follow Chris and call her grandma instead of auntie. Which Chris claims most elders like more as compared to calling them auntie and uncle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still felt awkward though. But, since she asked me to call her that way. I shall oblige.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s163.photobucket.com/albums/t307/prosperbear/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P8010337.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t307/prosperbear/P8010337.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris younger nephew. Well, he only have 2 nephews on his daddy side anyway. His mother side is full of kids. -_- Which, I honestly speaking. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;DO NOT&lt;/span&gt; like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This nephew is call Ryden. The first few time he saw me he still quite shy, and somehow a bit scared of me. But, for some reason. He seem quite okay with me now. He even disturbed me a few times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for swimming the next afternoon. With his 2 nephews and their mum and dad. Not forgetting Chris and his sister of course. Well, no picture. Even though I have a super duper chio bikini on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went on those slide thingy. It's only after I slide down. That I realise I was in danger of exposing myself by playing with the slide. Cause of the water force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I tie my top tight enough. Chris said he don't dare to look at me much though. *Laugh Out Loud*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, no picture. Sorry. You think I'm going to post up my bikini photo? No no no. Not shy. Just not nice. *Laugh Out Loud*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were leaving the swimming complex. Chris nephew held my hand and goes like, "I want to sit with you". *Laugh Out Loud* Even his brother also say that. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;_______________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went to my niece National Day Performance the other day. It's those neighbourhood one. My brother asked my mum to go support. I wanted to watch so I drag Chris along. He's not very enthu though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s163.photobucket.com/albums/t307/prosperbear/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P8080345.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t307/prosperbear/P8080345.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My elder niece. Name's Giselle. Her mum said she's super enthusiastic the whole day, didn't even sleep in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris took the photo by the way. I know it's blur. We were in the dance studio cause it's still early. And the kids have to do their hair and stuff. They had MacDonald for dinner. Though my niece who's a vegetarian couldn't eat. She had apple pie though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s163.photobucket.com/albums/t307/prosperbear/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P8080346.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t307/prosperbear/P8080346.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2nd niece. Sherry. She came over my place to stay. So we got to bring her along with us. She's self entertaining if you're wondering. Though she don't look very entertained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though she did seem to have quite a lot of fun with Chris in the car while on the way back. I kept hearing her laughing at the back. So, I turned to look at Chris. Whom gave me the.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT?! I'm entertaining her can a not?" -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s163.photobucket.com/albums/t307/prosperbear/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ABCD0018.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t307/prosperbear/ABCD0018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little one. Her name's Cadence. She's Giselle's sister. Chris kept asking her to take picture. Which she's like a bit reluctant. This is the supposedly nicest picture, that Chris managed to take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's the one that's very okay with Chris. Not forgetting Chris likes her cause she's obedient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, during the time we were in the studio with the kids. They were getting ready. Their teacher were helping them with their hair and stuff. When one of the teacher asked Giselle (My elder niece) who is more fierce. Whether is it daddy or mummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously she don't dare to answer. So, they ask Cadence. And, she actually reply. She goes like... "Teddy". Which means daddy. -_- All of us were like laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But true. My brother is kind of fierce towards his kids anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;_______________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on 9th August(?). Went out with Dar and Chris to Orchard. Wanted to pass her her birthday present. And since other people are meeting her in Orchard for birthday celebration. I decided to make it convenient for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to meet her at her place first. Was already running late. Took 190 to Orchard and we were wondering what to eat for lunch there. Dar end up suggesting a Japanese restaurant she went the other time, while celebrating her "brother" birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's at Shaw. Called Hoshigaoka. Only lift can reach. I wonder why they build the place to weirdly. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first impression of the place is "Looks nice". While my first impression of the menu is "Like MOF". But, Dar said the food there is very nice. Only problem is, she cannot decide what to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hot green tea is free flow by the way. And the staff there is really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking around the place to see what other people ordered. Need inspiration what. The table beside us was a family of 4. Both the parent ordered some Sukiyaki beef thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which incidentally, Chris wanted to order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s163.photobucket.com/albums/t307/prosperbear/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P8090362.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t307/prosperbear/P8090362.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very nice. I like the beef. The table beside us actually asked for refill of the beef. Need top up money for that of course. Anyway, I overheard the girl beside us saying her mum is pro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I think she asked for refill for 2 times. The girl said she normally only asked 1 time. I suppose. That tells you how nice it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s163.photobucket.com/albums/t307/prosperbear/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P8090361.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t307/prosperbear/P8090361.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My set. I seriously don't know what to order. So, I ordered this instead. Either way, I get to at least try the Chawanmushi. Which Dar said is super nice. I got to agree with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, ya. That's me in white. Dar was saying I have to be lady like. Cause I wear damn &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;CHIO&lt;/span&gt; that day. She said if I were to do anything that is totally off. She would smack me. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Dar ordered what she ate the last time she went there. Saying she'll try other things next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 480px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g264/Dpriincesss/Blog/photos/Kor%20Bdae%20Celebration/myfood.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, Dar. I stole your photo from your blog. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's call Cha Soba set if I'm not wrong. When the food came. I'm like. "Oh My God?! So big?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so going to go back there to eat again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating. We walked back to Far East looking for manicure shops. Met up with Jenny whom will be going for the celebration too. Shopped around a bit before joining up their gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought 2 items there though. Okay. I didn't pay. Chris paid them for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went into a shop. While Dar and Jenny were like checking out the clothes and so on. I went to look at the hairband. Took them to try it on. Mad love! It's so~ cute~.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s163.photobucket.com/albums/t307/prosperbear/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ABCD0019.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t307/prosperbear/ABCD0019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a crown some more. We took turn to try it on. But, only I end up buying. Wanted to ask for a new one. But they don't have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shopkeeper was like asking if I wanted a bag for it. I told her don't need and just wear and left the shop. *Laugh Out Loud*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s163.photobucket.com/albums/t307/prosperbear/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ABCD0020.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t307/prosperbear/ABCD0020.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing I got was bracelet. Dar was browsing and said it's 3 for 10 bucks. Chris was trying to correct me saying it's buy 2 at $10 and get 1 free. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like type it short cannot is it? *Brood*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to Heeren to meet up with the others. Went to ION after that. Nothing much to walk there actually. Still quite a few shops renovating. The toilet there is nice though. *Laugh Out Loud*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After looking around a bit. We went to Cineleisure after that for dinner. I shared with Chris cause we had a late lunch. The gang suggested some Hong Kong Cafe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention I'm wearing boots the whole time. By the time we finished and was leaving the place. My boots were honestly killing me. Changed to my slippers after that. Whoo. Alive at last man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar was saying. If want to look chio. You have to endure the pain. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went to CDANS for bowling. Cause they were very into it. Play 2 games. I was all rusty during the whole time. While the rest were laughing at me. Chris kept saying I'm very cute. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also said the whole time I'm in Orchard people were looking at me. I suppose they think I'm crazy wear till like that. But he said he know it's not. Cause a lot of people think I look cute. *Laugh Out Loud*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to a 24 hours coffee shop at Bukit Panjang area after that to sing birthday song for the birthday boy and birthday girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 of us took bus and walked there. While the others took the car. As 1 of the guy drove to CDANS. Obviously, Dar, me and Chris walked slowly. While the others walked in front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, they got stop by 2 police. Supposedly some kids were making trouble or something in the area. Nothing big though. The 3 of us at the back didn't get check or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they clear up everything. We proceed to the coffee shop. Went home not long after that. Cause it's like super duper late already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My leg's muscle hurts for super long from all the walking and exercising. -_- Though I'm better now. *Grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;_______________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. I've finally finished blogging after 2 days. And think this post is super duper long man. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogger actually deleted my pictures and scared the freak out of me. Hope the post will turn out alright. So, you guys better be grateful that I'm blogging. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11594275-1565722178476318313?l=winter-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winter-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/1565722178476318313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11594275&amp;postID=1565722178476318313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11594275/posts/default/1565722178476318313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11594275/posts/default/1565722178476318313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winter-princess.blogspot.com/2009/08/blogger-is-still-having-stupid-problem_9013.html' title=''/><author><name>BabyRara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11594275.post-3828144403118591446</id><published>2009-08-11T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T16:30:02.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's something fucking wrong with my Blogger. Damn it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11594275-3828144403118591446?l=winter-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winter-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/3828144403118591446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11594275&amp;postID=3828144403118591446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11594275/posts/default/3828144403118591446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11594275/posts/default/3828144403118591446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winter-princess.blogspot.com/2009/08/theres-something-fucking-wrong-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>BabyRara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11594275.post-2535074411837110066</id><published>2009-07-24T16:21:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T17:46:07.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Queen is happy. Cause someone said I'm pretty. *Grin* Mind you, it's someone I don't know. Wahahahahahaha. Okay, that is totally irrelevant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, Queen has decided to blog. Even though this post was like drafted out weeks ago. No, no. I did not forget about it at all. I'm motivated to blog after visiting Dar's blog. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She make an effort to make time for blogging. So, how can I not blog right? *Nod in agreement*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, sorry Zuzu. This post no picture. Maybe. *Laugh Out Loud*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queen is also happy. Cause I've been reading a really nice CHINESE novel. I've been trying to introduce it to Chris, but he said it's in CHINESE. Plus, there's no picture inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I only took that book for fun. The other day we went to Bishan. There's a new National library there. So, we decided to go there see see look look. Chris was having a headache with his "Project". So, I suggested to him to borrow a book about the programme in case it helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wanted to browse and read through it a bit. So, I took a book randomly. Only read 2 pages there though. But, I just borrowed it in case it's really interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title of the book is call "等一个人咖啡". I don't know how many of you read it. But I think the answer is near 0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a story about a girl working at a cafe. The cafe name is "等一个人", which means waiting for someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cafe is really interesting as, it not only had a "romantic" name. A lot of stories happened inside. There's only 3 person managing the cafe. The lady boss, the main character which is the girl, and a lesbian by the name of Albus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is said that she took the name from Harry Potter's. But, for what reason. No one knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The starting of the book introduce Albus. She extremely cool, not just look-wise. She also had this talent of brewing coffee. Be it whether it's on the menu or not. Even if it's some rubbish that those pranksters comes up with. She can make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loads of old customers and nearby university's students knows it. The bad thing is, this causes loads of childish people to test her skill when they are bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had a customer. An uncle actually. That always order rubbish stuff that is not on the menu. He's actually interested in Albus. Sadly for him, he doesn't have a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically it's about the girl working there. How she managed to find her love. It's kind of touching and funny. If you want to know the story, that is if you don't mind CHINESE book. You can go find in the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I've been putting myself in the girl's shoe. Thinking, of a guy she love and a guy that love her. Who will she choose? The answer is obvious of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there's nothing much happening. Or maybe there has?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've finally watched my Harry Potter movie the other day at AMK Hub. I wore my boots cause I'm wearing shorts. See, boots is good. You can wear pretty clothes and still keep your leg warm. Not forgetting, you can look CHIO! *Grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was okay. Not great. But okay. They cut so many things away. To the point I'm thinking, how on earth are they going to fit them into the next movie. Cause, loads of things in the 6th book came up on the last one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I went with Chris of course. I wasn't feeling well that day actually. But I insist in going as we've already booked the tickets. Cannot waste money. After that, we went to the arcade. And, he applied Nebo membership for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you don't know. Nebo allows you to book chalet at NTUC member's rate. Which means 50% off. If you're interested you can go to the Nebo cafe near the cinema at AMK Hub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 29 bucks for 3 years. I can actually asked my brother book for me. But, never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, bump into 2 person there. 1 is Chris's cousin. We were queueing for popcorn and drink. He's directly in front of us. When he asked what movie we're watching and we told him. He goes like. O.M.G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We seriously thought we're watching the same movie. But, he's actually watching Ice Age. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After movie, Chris went to draw money. He said he think a guy infront of the line is his friend. And, he hug me and don't want let go. Say, he want let his friend see me. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also asked me to let him read my Harry Potter book. The last one only. Cause he's interested in knowing what's going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Chris also asked me to go East Coast Park with his friends the other day. They wanted to go play those toy catching machines. I got 2 toys there. *Grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SnFgSmQQaOI/AAAAAAAAARg/FV_M4gMKNJY/s1600-h/ABCD0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364174503797614818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SnFgSmQQaOI/AAAAAAAAARg/FV_M4gMKNJY/s320/ABCD0009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A super big Doraemon soft toy. The texture not very nice though. Got bluff. I thought it's like those a bit furry kind. But, it's cute. In case you are like Chris. Don't know what the toy is cute about. It's actually the food that Doraemon likes to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris said he only realise that till we got home. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The print is different on the other side. But, I'm too lazy to take the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SnFhu_yo4_I/AAAAAAAAARo/6TffZG-8OyQ/s1600-h/ABCD0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364176091200676850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SnFhu_yo4_I/AAAAAAAAARo/6TffZG-8OyQ/s320/ABCD0010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cat key chain? I find it cuter than those cube thingy. I was thinking if I want the bunny or this. End up choose this. You can exchange your sweets from the "Big Sweet Land" for this kind of tiny toys there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I was a bit pissed cause Chris wasted money on those rubbish machine. But, I'm kind of okay after I got this 2. It's not that worth it though. According to Chris's friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent 40 bucks for this 2. If I'm not wrong. 10 bucks were wasted on those UFO machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, initially I wanted a bunny like looking soft toy. But, they said it's cheaper to buy. And really difficult to catch. I can't find it outside though. More than words have something similar. But, it's not what I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring Chris to see doctor a few days ago. The clinic is filled to the brim man. Cause it have the "Ready" sign. So, most people went there to see doctor instead of the other clinics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went there cause it opened earlier and my mum said it's better than the one we normally went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to buy anti-bacterial spray from Guardian. Chris said he's like spreading his virus everywhere. Scared I'll fall sick also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm not really a cat person. But, there's a cat at the market there that's really cute and funny looking! Even Chris and my mum think it's funny looking. Chris's a cat person anyway. So, no point asking him for opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SnFlhCatt2I/AAAAAAAAARw/FGNNOTyt_U0/s1600-h/ABCD0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364180249433978722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SnFlhCatt2I/AAAAAAAAARw/FGNNOTyt_U0/s320/ABCD0008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea it's a stray or what. My mum said don't seem to be. As it's always staying at that  area. The store owner will let it into the store to "sleep".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's fat and chubby looking. And, it also have a "-_-" expression! Literally is -_- expression. Haha. Damn funny and cute. To the point, I asked Chris I can bring home a not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will stare at anyone with that face. When I'm trying to take it's picture. It actually walked away while looking at me with the -_- face. Haha. I won't mind a cat like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's face is like saying "What? Never see a cat before?" *Laugh My Ass Off*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be going to Chris place this weekend. There's a celebration for his grandma birthday. Honestly, I'm still feeling weird. His grandma insist I call her "Ah Ma" instead of auntie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no habit of calling "Ah Ma" as my grandma passed away long ago. I think I only called my grandma once. When I just learned how to talk as a baby not long. My mum said she passed away after that. No idea. Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, Sunday might be going swimming. Yay! Bikini! Not that I want to show off or anything. I don't have my normal swim wear anymore. *Brood*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, time to ciaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye people! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;P.S. Tag my tag board lei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11594275-2535074411837110066?l=winter-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winter-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/2535074411837110066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11594275&amp;postID=2535074411837110066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11594275/posts/default/2535074411837110066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11594275/posts/default/2535074411837110066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winter-princess.blogspot.com/2009/07/queen-is-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>BabyRara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SnFgSmQQaOI/AAAAAAAAARg/FV_M4gMKNJY/s72-c/ABCD0009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11594275.post-6242317551007718842</id><published>2009-07-16T17:08:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T18:50:31.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Like, finally. After so damn long I've decided to blog. Though I've obviously forgotten what I wanted to blog about initially. Not really cause I'm lazy or what. I have my reason anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to blog a few more days later actually. But, was thinking. If, I don't blog any time soon. You guys are going to leave me. *Cry*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be posting photos, provided Blogger allow me. Since &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zuzu&lt;/span&gt; asked me to. I shall oblige to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just went for my review the other day with a heart specialist. Turns out, I'm not imagining anything at all. There's a little problem with my heart valve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor says there's nothing to worry about though. And also, cause my ribcage is different from normal people. I obviously didn't know that. But, since the doctor says it's alright. I suppose I'm okay. *Grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be a random post. I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/Sl7xspjcLQI/AAAAAAAAAQA/sx6LBHrxJa0/s1600-h/P6070270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358986355988507906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/Sl7xspjcLQI/AAAAAAAAAQA/sx6LBHrxJa0/s320/P6070270.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken on 7&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; June. An early celebration for my dad's birthday if I'm not wrong. Frankly speaking, I don't even know &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;when's&lt;/span&gt; his birthday. *Brood*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/Sl7zLFwEW9I/AAAAAAAAAQI/2Yh_nkMfDtA/s1600-h/P6070271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358987978465369042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/Sl7zLFwEW9I/AAAAAAAAAQI/2Yh_nkMfDtA/s320/P6070271.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like god. I didn't know my dad's 60 already. Till I saw the icing on the cake. *Laugh Out Loud* It's mango ice cream I think. Taste quite okay, just that the ice cream is frozen solid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;______________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/Sl71KwBqqCI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/_LWa4yHFZ7c/s1600-h/P6200296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358990171656857634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/Sl71KwBqqCI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/_LWa4yHFZ7c/s320/P6200296.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The back view of my youngest niece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken damn long ago. Last month I think. My elder brother came over to my place to overnight. Along with my sister-in-law and my 2 nieces. And, the next day they suggested to go West Coast to have breakfast at the MacDonald.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris was at my place. And I drag him up initially, thinking of accompanying my mum to the market. Cause she have to look after my nieces. As my brother and sister-in-law was still sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my breakfast at home cause I need to take my morning supplement for my heart and my medications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/Sl73BDVAb-I/AAAAAAAAAQY/52b-1p_-Bzc/s1600-h/P6200297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358992204062814178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/Sl73BDVAb-I/AAAAAAAAAQY/52b-1p_-Bzc/s320/P6200297.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The back view of my eldest niece. The extra arm in the photo belongs to Chris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast got to allow them to play. Since there's so much things there why miss out the fun right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/Sl74NGlNvpI/AAAAAAAAAQg/VJDVZuDOJZg/s1600-h/P6200299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358993510606159506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/Sl74NGlNvpI/AAAAAAAAAQg/VJDVZuDOJZg/s320/P6200299.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They certainly looks like they are having fun. Have I mentioned I hate balloon? And the stupid staff at MacDonald still gave my nieces balloons. And they are like dragging it all over the place. I mean DRAGGING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like asking Chris why they not scared it burst. The answer is obvious. Cause they don't know it will burst. *Brood*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/Sl75uiNSpwI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Bn_8tpuaBTw/s1600-h/P6200300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358995184469321474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/Sl75uiNSpwI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Bn_8tpuaBTw/s320/P6200300.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My youngest niece is like so much braver than her sister. She's scared of anything that shakes. And, like those playground that's slightly higher off the ground. She'll cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm only scared when the ladder shakes or something. Cause you know, those things are only meant for kids. They have a weight limit. I think I'm too heavy. *Laugh Out Loud*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/Sl77M9tLQoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/B0VcV5er7Gc/s1600-h/P6200301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358996806758515330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/Sl77M9tLQoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/B0VcV5er7Gc/s320/P6200301.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This "machine" we were like talking what on earth it was for. When we finally decided that it's a see-saw. Though, how it work was unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/Sl79K3paXGI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LSaeCCFeEVs/s1600-h/P6200305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358998969795632226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/Sl79K3paXGI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LSaeCCFeEVs/s320/P6200305.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw this little boy while looking at my nieces play. I find him really cute. Even my mum and sister-in-law said so. We were like looking at him play. He was on this spinning thing and after getting down he was stumbling all over the place and losing balance. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a few more pictures, but they have Chris in it. So I didn't want to post it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;______________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Chris army friend's work place for dinner the other day. He said his friend had been asking him to go support for very long. So, he decided to bring me along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a lot of people went there to dine. Mostly &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Caucasian&lt;/span&gt; though. We didn't know what to order. So, Chris asked his friend to recommend. And, we end up super duper full. Plus, we even have discount! *Grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/Sl8ANQEnF3I/AAAAAAAAARA/sHw8f2yM3Xc/s1600-h/ABCD0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359002309246785394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/Sl8ANQEnF3I/AAAAAAAAARA/sHw8f2yM3Xc/s320/ABCD0004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calamari. I don't really like. But Chris said it's super nice. His friend said it's a must have there. I suppose I have different taste from them. *Brood*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/Sl8BFD8PJAI/AAAAAAAAARI/5MIdqGX65Gg/s1600-h/ABCD0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359003268063110146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/Sl8BFD8PJAI/AAAAAAAAARI/5MIdqGX65Gg/s320/ABCD0005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very special pizza. It's a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;splitzza&lt;/span&gt;. One side is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Hawaiian&lt;/span&gt;. The other side I don't really know. But it's quite nice. With the egg and everything. You're suppose to spread the egg around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pizza is thin crust by the way. So it's not as filling as the normal one we had at pizza hut. Damn it. Speaking of this makes me want to eat pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/Sl8CBbRCx5I/AAAAAAAAARQ/i6GXRg_BOOk/s1600-h/ABCD0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359004305116546962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/Sl8CBbRCx5I/AAAAAAAAARQ/i6GXRg_BOOk/s320/ABCD0006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extra spicy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;aglio&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;olio&lt;/span&gt;. It's nice. I quite like. Just too spicy. And, Chris specially asked for more &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chilli&lt;/span&gt;. I don't know is it cause his friend is trying to be funny or what. There's uncut &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chilli&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;padi&lt;/span&gt; inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/Sl8C86mlNPI/AAAAAAAAARY/4ErN03qShqg/s1600-h/ABCD0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359005327140664562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/Sl8C86mlNPI/AAAAAAAAARY/4ErN03qShqg/s320/ABCD0007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm not wrong, this is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cabonara&lt;/span&gt;. We &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;weren't&lt;/span&gt;' expecting this dish. It's a bit too dry. But, it's quite okay I think. I prefer the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;aglio&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;olio&lt;/span&gt; though. And the pizza. Either way. I'm like damn full from the pizza already. So I had a bit of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;aglio&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;olio&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;carbonara&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After everything. Chris friend came over asking if we want dessert. He gave us a mini one though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we called for bill we were like guessing how much the meal cost. If I remember correctly it's only around 40 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite cheap. *Grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;______________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am currently having a super big blue black on my left knee. Cause I fell down in a dance studio. I was prancing around happily till I lose balance and fell on my side. I end up laughing though. Cause I find it quite funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is, until I found out I have a super big blue black. It's so big that it's pretty scary. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine. Not funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11594275-6242317551007718842?l=winter-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winter-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/6242317551007718842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11594275&amp;postID=6242317551007718842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11594275/posts/default/6242317551007718842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11594275/posts/default/6242317551007718842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winter-princess.blogspot.com/2009/07/like-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>BabyRara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/Sl7xspjcLQI/AAAAAAAAAQA/sx6LBHrxJa0/s72-c/P6070270.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11594275.post-4374758455890119368</id><published>2009-07-01T19:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T19:23:15.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I thought I had a good post coming up. Well, not really. But at least it will sort of satisfied &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zuzu's&lt;/span&gt; demand of having more pictures and lesser words. Or maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT! Blogger refuse to let me upload the photos. And I mean it literally REFUSE. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll wait till Blogger likes me a bit more before blogging. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sheesh&lt;/span&gt;. But, I might just forget what I wanted to blog about anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11594275-4374758455890119368?l=winter-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winter-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/4374758455890119368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11594275&amp;postID=4374758455890119368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11594275/posts/default/4374758455890119368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11594275/posts/default/4374758455890119368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winter-princess.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-thought-i-had-good-post-coming-up.html' title=''/><author><name>BabyRara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11594275.post-1044492741848099303</id><published>2009-06-27T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T16:56:06.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I promise to blog soon. End quote.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11594275-1044492741848099303?l=winter-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winter-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/1044492741848099303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11594275&amp;postID=1044492741848099303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11594275/posts/default/1044492741848099303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11594275/posts/default/1044492741848099303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winter-princess.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-promise-to-blog-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>BabyRara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11594275.post-6610157954287780672</id><published>2009-06-18T16:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T17:33:26.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been talking with Chris on the phone for the past few days. Even though he's in reservist he still bother contacting me and stuff. Which makes me happy. *Grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only got 1 time he didn't manage to contact me, cause of a faulty phone. He said he battery like got problem. But he called back after awhile. I'm quite okay with it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past few days didn't feel much like logging on, cause I suddenly felt faint and nauseous. Vomit like 3 to 4 times can?! I didn't want to bother my parents at first. And Chris was sleeping like a log in his camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I really can't take it cause I couldn't even stand straight. Was like swaying left and right a bit. *Brood*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I end up knocking on my parent's room door. My mum was like damn worried for me. Cause puking isn't a good thing. Went to the 24 hours clinic cause it's like 3+am in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a Malay doctor though. Told him I couldn't breathe and feeling faint, plus I puked like 3 times already. He told me he think it's virus infection and stomach flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gave me 2 kind of medicine. Actually, I think it's pretty cheap to see doctor there. Exclude the midnight consultation charge, the medicine only cost like 8 dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Chris was like telling me I should blog more. Especially about us. I'm totally like... -_- &lt;- that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him, I don't mind and I might blog about his bad stuff. *Laugh Out Loud* He told me cannot. So, I suppose I can't blog about the story we first met. If that's the case I think I'll blog about some funny stuff and conversation we had. Might bored you to death, or make you laugh like crazy though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case 1. ( Chris and me in the room playing our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DS&lt;/span&gt;. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Chris: *Talking about random things*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me: Dear~...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Chris: Yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me: What?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Chris: You call me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me: I'm reading out the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;convo&lt;/span&gt; of the game &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lar&lt;/span&gt;. See!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Chris: ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case 2. ( Chris and me in the room playing our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DS&lt;/span&gt; again. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Chris: *Talking about random things again*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me: Dear~...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Chris: Yes? *Turn to look at me*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me: I want to fart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Chris: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case 3. ( Chris in the toilet. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me: *Blabbering outside the toilet*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Chris: Wait. I cannot hear you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me: *Carry on blabbering*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Chris: Wait! I done already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me: *Carry on blabbering and ignoring him*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Chris: Okay, what you saying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me: Nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Chris: ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case 4. ( Out in the public. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Very suddenly with unknown reason*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me: I tell my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mammie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;euu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;buwee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;meh&lt;/span&gt;! *Puff cheek*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Chris: Where got?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me: Me no like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chu&lt;/span&gt;! *Puff cheek + watery eyes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Chris: Why?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me: *Carry on staring at him with the expression*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Chris: ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case 5. ( In random shop. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Chris: Look! They have this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me: I want to pee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Chris: Okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Proceed to the restroom*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Chris: *Stop in front of random shop*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me: *Pull his clothes and drag him towards the toilet* TOILET!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case 6. ( At very random places. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me: I don't like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Chris: Why?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me: Fatty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Chris: What?! Not my fault. *Act innocent*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me: Act cute. *Slap his face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Chris: ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case 7. ( Chris sleeping. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me: Human cannon bomb!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Land on top of Chris*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Chris: &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ommmm&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me: &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Chris: Crazy woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case 8. ( Outside. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me: *Blabbering random things non-stop*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Chris: *Cover my mouth*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me: *Carry on blabbering*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Chris: &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shhh&lt;/span&gt;. Stop it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me: *Lick his hand*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Chris: &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Eeyer&lt;/span&gt;! Crazy woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me: -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case 9. ( At home in my room. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me: *Look at Chris evilly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Chris: Yes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me: Dear~...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Chris: Yes? What funny things you thinking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me: Nothing. *Grin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Chris: You don't look like nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me: *Poke his tummy*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Chris: NO~! Leave my belly alone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case 10. ( Everywhere. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me: I'm going to tell my mum you don't love me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Chris: NO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me: I'm going to tell her you say you don't want me anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Chris: Dear. You cannot like that one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me: I don't care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Chris: -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is like the few things I remember. Honestly. No wonder he kept calling me crazy woman. *Laugh Out Loud*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy torturing him. ROAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, happy? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sheesh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11594275-6610157954287780672?l=winter-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winter-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/6610157954287780672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11594275&amp;postID=6610157954287780672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11594275/posts/default/6610157954287780672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11594275/posts/default/6610157954287780672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winter-princess.blogspot.com/2009/06/been-talking-with-chris-on-phone-for.html' title=''/><author><name>BabyRara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11594275.post-8566441160541657701</id><published>2009-06-14T20:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T20:53:27.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's like 8+pm and I haven't eat my dinner yet. Why you ask? Cause I had a late brunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Chris on Friday night. He says he gets to go home on weekend for the reservist. So, he went home to put his stuff and came over to my side to meet me. *Grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to ask Dar and Specky out on Saturday. But Dar can't make it cause of some personal problem. Not convenient to say here. Anyway, since she can't make it no point asking Specky along since I think he'll feel weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Causeway Point for Seoul Garden. Wanted to eat something else actually, but still end up settling for Seoul Garden. Chris said he need a lot of meat. He want steamboat at first. But, he said he don't want to go anywhere too far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the closest is Seoul Garden. And, I kind of feel like eating too. Though will stink like crap after that. Cost like 60+ bucks but we didn't eat what was worth. So, it's not a good idea for us to go buffet. *Laugh Out Loud*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine, 60 bucks is like how much meat can?! You think I dinosaur? -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris was like telling me he wanted to buy a pair of couple slippers. Cause the thought suddenly cross his mind when he woke up in the morning. But, nowadays slippers are like FUGLY. Only some are nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting, most are like too girly or too for guys. Nothing in the middle. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, him and his weird thinking. Come to think of it. He said he's not going to buy me shoes... Hmmm... Cause he said I'll run away if he do. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He bought me a nice tube dress from the Pasar Malam though. We went there to look for food actually. And I saw the top that's like quite nice. So, he bought it for me. Thank you dear! Wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I help him do "facial" yesterday night though. Cause I was bored and I told him I wanted to help him do his face for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for today, we went to have our brunch at like 2+ at the market near my place. Cause I refuse to sleep early yesterday night. So I'm like tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went walk walk a bit before coming home. And he say he got to go cause he need to pack his things. Like mosquito coils and stuff. *Sigh* My poor dear out in the forest with stinky guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he said he showed my photo to his friends in the camp. *Brood* Don't know should be happy a not. He told me he lied to them at first when they asked if he had my photo. But after a while one of them said "You sure your wallet don't have?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he showed them. Sheesh. He said they commented I look like a good girl. Haha. *Grin* People shy already. HOW?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way. I found a song I really like while playing my DS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dC0m3zZKVzA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dC0m3zZKVzA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's call Ai Uta. By Greeeen which I don't know is who. I just like the lyrics and the song itself. So ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;“To you, my love” Listen to this and don’t laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;“I love you” is so cheesy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;But I can’t think of any other way to say it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;See! You laughed at me again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Is this road, this life you’ve chosen good enough for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I don’t know, but…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Just standing by your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;On these days we spend laughing and crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Is the meaning of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And I sing this love song for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;“Hey, what did we talk about then?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The day we first met we were so formal with each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Since then so many things have happened, we’ve even fought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And spent time together getting to understand each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;We met under this wide sky of ours and fell in love, forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Just standing by your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;On these days we spend laughing and crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Is the meaning of the life I spend with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And I sing this love song for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sorry for causing you trouble all the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The time we’ve spent together has been packed full of events, hasn’t it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;We spend day after day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And the love we’ve created grows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I’ll send this crap song to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I’ll swear to God, “I’m crazy about you!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I’ll keep holding your hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;As long as my voice goes on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I’ll keep singing by your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;When I get old and lose my voice, I’ll keep holding your hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Thank you isn’t enough to say this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Let’s share our tearful smiles and sadness and happiness for the rest of our lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Night after night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I’ll sing about my love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice song?! Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to ciaos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11594275-8566441160541657701?l=winter-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winter-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/8566441160541657701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11594275&amp;postID=8566441160541657701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11594275/posts/default/8566441160541657701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11594275/posts/default/8566441160541657701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winter-princess.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-like-8pm-and-i-havent-eat-my-dinner.html' title=''/><author><name>BabyRara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11594275.post-6400590676383740882</id><published>2009-06-09T18:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T19:50:26.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm very sad like, right now. My dear just went for reservist. *Sob* He spent the past few days at my place with me though. Hmmm... Cause he'll be inside camp for like 10 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though they can come out on weekend, but still. I won't be able to contact him for like the next few days as much and stuff like that. So, the very "noble" him decide to spend more time with me for the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I'm like a bit sick. So, he can take care of me. Kind of like a bit of order from Dar. *Laugh Out Loud* Dar told him to take care of me. Cause she's like busy with her upcoming exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I'm like kind of sick. I'm still bugging Chris and telling him I want all sorts of nonsense stuff. That he starts to call me bugger. Saw this word on a car the other day while walking home from the market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As, I'll tell him at like 2am+ that I want to go out for a walk. And, I'm hungry at like 1am+. This few days I've been telling him I want to go prawning. Cause I've been reading a manga. And 1 part the characters went fishing. I'm not into challenge, so I said I want to go prawning instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, he'll go like, "You're joking right?" -_- &lt;- with this face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just look at him and he'll go, "You really are joking right?" And starts to freak out a bit. *Laugh Out Loud* But, I'm not joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went to meet Dar yesterday for a while, cause he need to print the "Document" for the reservist. And, my printer is spoiled. Or whatever. So, he asked Dar if she can help him print. Went to find her to take the paper and went for our lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum asked me to buy some food for her to cook for dinner. Something like nuggets or chicken wing and stuff like that. She also asked me to restock my cup noodle supplies. *Grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought like damn load of things. Think there's like 1 pack of Tom Yum instant noodle, 4 cup noodles (2 Nissin, 2 Koka), 3 pack of chips (2 Big Bag Of Chipster, 1 Fairprice), 1 pack of hush brown, 1 pack of seaweed wrap chicken thingy, 1 pack of Taiwan sausage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris was like saying we're like going chalet or opening a party like that. *Laugh Out Loud*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum end up saying we bought too much things. Chris asked her to keep the hush brown though. But, he himself didn't eat much cause he said he felt nauseous due to too much water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum nagged me cause I gave him too much water. Making him puke. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?! Cause he don't go pour himself what. So, whenever I go kitchen I'll pour for myself and for him. I still serve him can?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, drinking water can detox what. So, I just make him drink plenty of water. Since he likes to eat heaty stuff. End up I got nagged by my mum. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago we went to Swensen for dinner. There's like loads of trainee around. I mean a lot. It's like the staff inside is more than the customers can?! -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I finished my pasta, I notice 2 of the staff standing near me. 1 of them's a guy the other's a girl. And they kept going like, "You do it" and "No, you do it".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point of time I'm almost certain they wanted my autograph or something. Sheesh. Collecting plates only what. Why so scared?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End up the girl came over and collect it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I suddenly remembered. While waiting for food. I had a call from a private number. Thinking it's my brother or Dawn or something I picked it up. And the conversation goes like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me: Hello?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Lady: Hello?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Pause*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me: Hello??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Lady: Hello?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Pause Again*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me: Hello?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Lady: Hello? Hey! Who's that?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me: ????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just end up hanging up the phone. I told Chris I think the lady called her boyfriend or husband or something. But end up dialing the wrong number and think I'm the 3rd party or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris was like saying the guy must have been really unlucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause, my nose suddenly itch and want to sneeze which I suppose the lady must be cursing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris was like telling me that a normal me would go like "What the fuck you want?" when the person kept hello-ing me. Moreover, the caller still "Who's that?!" at me. When I'm obviously the owner of the number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, Chris also said I should be that kind to tell her she dialed the wrong number. Or she might end up divorcing her husband or breaking up with her boyfriend or something like that. *Laugh Out Loud*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was watching the television yesterday and I found a song I like! It's an old song and kind of fits in to my life you know. I cried like don't know what when I listen to it. *Cry*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AKizoapUuno&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AKizoapUuno&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;如果想哭 我自己会找地方&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你不必担心 我会弄湿你肩膀&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;走在街上 到处是寂寞的人&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;我想谁都不要 同情的眼光&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;受一点伤 并不是可怕的事&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;人就是这样 才会愈来愈坚强&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;谁叫男人 永远比女人清楚&lt;br /&gt;爱情它何时该收 何时该放&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你走吧 我不哭 无论多痛苦&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你走吧 我不哭 就算会迷路&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;明天一个人的我依然会微笑&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;虽然它或许也是伤心的开始&lt;br /&gt;爱情的轮回总是一次又一次&lt;br /&gt;是悲是喜终将都变成往事&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;明天一个人的我依然会微笑&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那怕早已没有人记得我名字&lt;br /&gt;别问我为何执迷不悟的尝试&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;女人生来就多这么一点痴&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a few sentence I want to point out though. Cause it fits into something that used to happen to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果想哭我自己会找地方, honestly, I have never cried in front of my Ex though. Cause I believe he don't like to see people cry and I don't want to show any weakness in front of him. Just so he can feel at ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Chris, sometimes I also don't want to let him know I'm crying. But, a few times he still caught me at it. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我想谁都不要 同情的眼光, I almost cried in front of my Ex the other time. After we went to watch a movie. It's our 1 year anniversary I think. We only watched a movie and he said he got to go already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stop myself from crying but when I went on the train I started crying like mad. And, a few people kept staring at me. I'm like, what?! Never see people cry before is it?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point of time I really felt that way. I don't need your pity. So, if you see someone cried on the street. Don't show pity. I think they would appreciate a tissue, but, don't keep staring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, come to think of it. I think he went to met another girl anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;受一点伤,并不是可怕的事. 人就是这样,才会愈来愈坚强. I think this is true. Although the wound from the last relationship isn't consider as 一点 (A Bit). But, I believe I'll heal slowly as long as Chris didn't do anything wrong and try his best to make me forget. I'll 愈来愈坚强!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously think I can't meet anything worst than the last relationship anyway. Unless Chris is a psychotic freak that hit his girlfriend or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, 女人生来就多这么一点痴. I think most girls are really stupid when they come to things like the guy they like. Last time I honestly feels that my Ex is the one for me. Just because of everything he had done and said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying he'll love me and only me. Want to marry me and so on. Ya ya. Every guy says that now I think of it. Stupid LIES! No one is destine for you and whatever he said will never count till you 2 really gets married!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I think about it. Girls who kept giving chances to a guy that is not worth her love is a total idiot. They should be slap awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my slap so I'm awake. Kind of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even my Ex saying he still love me and miss me and stuff doesn't work as well anymore. I suppose. Thanks for missing me! If you feel like seeing me I can print my photo and give you let you see till you happy. *Laugh Out Loud*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11594275-6400590676383740882?l=winter-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winter-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/6400590676383740882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11594275&amp;postID=6400590676383740882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11594275/posts/default/6400590676383740882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11594275/posts/default/6400590676383740882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winter-princess.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-very-sad-like-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>BabyRara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11594275.post-452653530876891356</id><published>2009-06-01T12:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T19:42:58.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright people. Time for me to blog. Since I'm waiting for my DS games to finish downloading. Ya ya. Whatever. As if most people aren't downloading. So, shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I felt so fortunate man. Went to comics connection yesterday and bought a comic. Guess what. They gave me staff discount! A freaking 30%! The original price was 12+ but I only paid 8 bucks. Woot. Happy. *Big Grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I only know 1 guy there. Which is the Mark Kor Kor. But, went there a couple of time and 1 china lady working there also starts talking to me already. Haha. She's kind of like a new staff there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's not what I want to blog about of course. I just feel like typing it to show off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got an explosive post coming right up. And, I even made it an effort to write it down on the paper. In case I forget, which I usually did. So anyway. Grab a cup of coffee or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I think you might spill it. Cause, there's something I would like to announce it like right now. Seriously. And that is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I AM OFFICIALLY ATTACHED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To whom you ask? None other than Chris Koh Kim Wee of course. Yes, that's his full name. It's kind of funny. But, shut up. Anyway, now that I've say it out. Girls please fuck off from him. He's my guy and I don't want another 3rd party freak accident. And I fucking mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll fucking scratch whoever face it is that fucking steal my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, Mr Chris had kindly agreed in advance that he's going to be loyal and truthful and nice to me ONLY! So, you guys are now officially my witness. And I swear, if he ever did anything unfaithful to me, he's going to be in fucking deep shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, sorry to hide it for sometimes. But, I think Dar already guessed it anyway. Even though I never told her the fact yet. She's smart. *Laugh Out Loud*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about my Ex you ask? Hmmm. *Ponder on*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my Ex. Think you can already tell from the tee-shirt I wore during the Malaysia trip. Unless you're blind. Like, honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I also want to use this chance to say this to my Ex. I know you're reading dude. Think I'm stupid? *Brood*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really thank you for everything you've given me. The good and the bad. Thanks for the ONLY birthday you celebrated with me. Thanks for making me love you so much and breaking my heart. Thanks for all the lies. Thanks for finish using me and throwing me to one side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will now move on. And pretend I had never know you. Wish you happy and me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, what I really want to say is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:250%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;YOU SUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! I felt so much better. Like honestly. And, I guess it's really goodbye my love. I doubt we'll be contacting anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way. Your girlfriend is very funny. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to spam my tag board, Msn, hand phone with hate messages or what so ever for all I care. Do it and I'll make an even more explosive post. *Laugh Out Loud*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't give a shit now cause I have nothing to lose. If I'm going to drown I'll definitely drag you down with me. And, you'll really regret it. Plus, I don't give a damn whose name I'm going to spill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead and hate me. Cause I know you'll miss me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalalalalala.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11594275-452653530876891356?l=winter-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winter-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/452653530876891356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11594275&amp;postID=452653530876891356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11594275/posts/default/452653530876891356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11594275/posts/default/452653530876891356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winter-princess.blogspot.com/2009/06/alright-people.html' title=''/><author><name>BabyRara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11594275.post-5997275694929053654</id><published>2009-05-25T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T13:49:08.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright! Finally I've decide to update my blog and blog about the long awaited Malaysia trip and some other things. Firstly, I'm gonna complain about the stupid IE 8 that yahoo's been asking us to update. Damnation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I used it halfway it kept popping out the stupid error thingy. Loads of time it happened while I'm trying to fucking break the stupid high score for those Facebook games. Curses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think I'm going to change to FireFox instead. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing is, my Adobe photoshop is totally fucked up. The tools are messed up that I gave up trying to edit anymore pictures. Either way, I think it's time to reformat my computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to edit my picture for my Facebook you see. And the stupid tools don't work. Sheesh. Okay, I'm a noob at photoshopping. But, whatever. Like you're not a noob before yourself. So, shut the fuck up and screw yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll just blog about the Malaysia trip and make do with it. I was suppose to go with Dar actually. But, someone else went with me. Guess who?! It's Chris! The story is too long and totally not necessary. Thus, I shall not blog about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I won't rate it as fun and there's like loads of time wasting thing happening. So, lucky Dar never follow. *Brood* Thinking of it makes me boils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the Golden Mile complex on Thursday night to gather and wait for the coach. My parents were like scared we'll end up being late and stuff. So, we ended up waiting for like an hour and a half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole place is flooded with Thai workers or whatever you call them. So, we went over to the other side of the road to wait and drink "coffee". That place smells like public toilet man. Freaking gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally my brother and my sister-in-law's family came. So, we went over to meet them. At first we thought we'll be taking the supposedly famous Five Stars. But, nope. It's some cheapskate tourism company. Which I've never hear before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SgvjMgVKKSI/AAAAAAAAALY/0Ii7Mv-WLGo/s1600-h/P4300007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335607987527100706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SgvjMgVKKSI/AAAAAAAAALY/0Ii7Mv-WLGo/s320/P4300007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It says Konsortium or some thing like that. Though I never heard of it before, there's quite a lot of people though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SgvkXR-6GaI/AAAAAAAAALg/_2DcbXhgtfM/s1600-h/1+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335609272165865890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkLFU_4ra4/SgvkXR-6GaI/AAAAAAAAALg/_2DcbXhgtfM/s320/1+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture says it all I suppose. We're filling in the "White card" while waiting for the coach to come. Though I'm obviously not inside since I'm taking the picture. Waited for like damn long can?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we finally got on the coach (Ran off to facebook).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continue after days of facebook-ing. Where was I? Oh, the coach. I was hoping for something nicer actually. But obviously not. Reached the check po
