<?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-7785654359005876348</id><updated>2012-01-14T08:22:37.590-08:00</updated><category term='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G8q1dPCuiVM/TviwnrvLvsI/AAAAAAAADVE/2kRSPGsVrPQ/s1600/IMG_0183.JPG'/><title type='text'>Christina</title><subtitle type='html'>Everyone in the world is lovely today</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02947922450524617196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>298</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7785654359005876348.post-3726249589335349032</id><published>2012-01-10T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T08:18:52.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moshi Moshi</title><content type='html'>Dearest's is head over heels over this Moshi Moshi pop phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House phones have became out of fashion over time. How often young people uses house phones? For convenience sake, they prefer using mobile phones which is within their reach rather than walking to the living room to use the phone (I assume not everyone has cordless phone at every part of their house).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is especially true in my case. I am lazy to walk down stairs just to use the phone. Plus, the phone is located under the stairs, at a dark area, which is also a mosquito  breeding space. I do not like that space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Dearest wanted this SO much. But yet, he refrained himself from buying, I guess he's still assessing its practicality. To me, it's just a phase. After a while, I believe that Moshi Moshi phone will be sitting on the table collecting dust. I an very sure about that. Just like his NERF gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest is in luck. He just got what he wanted. Groupon has offer for Moshi Moshi phone and Po Ni has decided to get him one! Coming real soon, so Dearest, be patient. You will soon talk to me with a giant red handset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Just saying, Dearest ALWAYS get what he wants. Lucky boy!! I am envious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C9_TLemKrmA/TwxhiF7Fz2I/AAAAAAAADuQ/eFPMZT8EQjs/s1600/red.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C9_TLemKrmA/TwxhiF7Fz2I/AAAAAAAADuQ/eFPMZT8EQjs/s400/red.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696034867050303330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many colour to choose from! Buy one for your other half, at www.groupon.my. Voucher expiring in a few days, quick! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WH0uWHKuwkE/TwxhiTqTOLI/AAAAAAAADuc/vtt0z6t1JlU/s1600/multi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WH0uWHKuwkE/TwxhiTqTOLI/AAAAAAAADuc/vtt0z6t1JlU/s400/multi.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696034870737975474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7785654359005876348-3726249589335349032?l=christinalfc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/feeds/3726249589335349032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7785654359005876348&amp;postID=3726249589335349032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/3726249589335349032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/3726249589335349032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/2012/01/moshi-moshi.html' title='Moshi Moshi'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02947922450524617196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C9_TLemKrmA/TwxhiF7Fz2I/AAAAAAAADuQ/eFPMZT8EQjs/s72-c/red.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7785654359005876348.post-6655345388217779639</id><published>2012-01-10T07:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T07:27:43.328-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY cookies</title><content type='html'>CNY is around the corner. How come I don't feel the CNY mood? I think it's because Christmas and New Year just came and went, I had too much fun and am recovering since. I need a rest, before another big celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had much CNY cookies, yet! So far I had almond cookies (in which I do not like much), peanut cookies (dislikes) and pineapple tarts (ooh O.O yums).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum usually does the buying. Somehow this year, she's just too fickled about which to buy and from where, so she decided not to buy, except for the ones mentioned above. Pfft...!!! Plus, she's getting old, so she's more health conscious. After getting her health check results, she's even even more health conscious. So, say BYE to sweet stuffs i.e. cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of my all-time favourite:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IqGdd2v7tq0/TwxUsuuMOhI/AAAAAAAADuE/aOBUs7nyRCk/s1600/kuih%2Bkapit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IqGdd2v7tq0/TwxUsuuMOhI/AAAAAAAADuE/aOBUs7nyRCk/s400/kuih%2Bkapit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696020756149582354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tell me, who doesn't love kuih kapit! It's thin, it's crispy, it's light and most importantly, it melts in your mouth. It comes in a nice shape too. One can never get bored of kuih kapit (you prolly eat it since the 1st CNY you first learned how to eat, haha), it's a CNY household favourite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZSUa1tcy7Vo/TwxUrhC_nRI/AAAAAAAADtg/8aOG3e8zass/s1600/pineapple%2Btarts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZSUa1tcy7Vo/TwxUrhC_nRI/AAAAAAAADtg/8aOG3e8zass/s400/pineapple%2Btarts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696020735298870546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My all-time favourite, pineapple tarts. I am VERY picky with pineapple tarts. I have had too many that I tend to be choosy over the years. I love it when it has super soft pastry, that once you bite, it crumbles and melts in your mouth. The pineapple jam must not be too sweet and should have a tinge of sour-ness, it should also be soft and can melt in your mouth. Once i start, i cannot stop. So irresistable, so I can finish the entire bottle in a day, or in an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5c2SQgnbcUo/TwxUr1qLlCI/AAAAAAAADts/ZLYdaoLQ2lg/s1600/cashew.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5c2SQgnbcUo/TwxUr1qLlCI/AAAAAAAADts/ZLYdaoLQ2lg/s400/cashew.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696020740831941666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cashewnut cookie - I learn to like it over the years. It is not something I love since I was young. Love the cashew on top. Love the buttery, a little hard, salty, baked cookie. Yums!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who love me, you should not buy or offer me cookies. I have very low willpower to resist cookies. Once i start, i can't stop. So, keep it away from me. If I don't see it, or kept away from me, I won't crave for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, this CNY, cookies isn't gonna make me put on MORE weight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7785654359005876348-6655345388217779639?l=christinalfc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/feeds/6655345388217779639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7785654359005876348&amp;postID=6655345388217779639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/6655345388217779639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/6655345388217779639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/2012/01/cny-cookies.html' title='CNY cookies'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02947922450524617196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IqGdd2v7tq0/TwxUsuuMOhI/AAAAAAAADuE/aOBUs7nyRCk/s72-c/kuih%2Bkapit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7785654359005876348.post-2190904658528978248</id><published>2012-01-05T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T10:13:18.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two zero one two...</title><content type='html'>Looking back at 2011, I did not achieve much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing I can remember most about was work. In between there were fun moments with friends, family and of course Dearest! The few highlights of 2011 for me was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Completed ICAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uli8yMAOg1E/TwXmLEIyj5I/AAAAAAAADtU/Le3bizc9nOU/s1600/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 312px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uli8yMAOg1E/TwXmLEIyj5I/AAAAAAAADtU/Le3bizc9nOU/s400/me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694210381643419538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Job promotion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Phuket trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aqvkIUKfwBw/TwXmKY2KlnI/AAAAAAAADtI/4lBWxnp5c5I/s1600/phuket.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aqvkIUKfwBw/TwXmKY2KlnI/AAAAAAAADtI/4lBWxnp5c5I/s400/phuket.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694210370022577778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. All the other trips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Hiking @ FRIM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDhvo2I1Xbw/TwXmKO04ScI/AAAAAAAADs8/Y7oywFZ-oHM/s1600/frim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 317px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDhvo2I1Xbw/TwXmKO04ScI/AAAAAAAADs8/Y7oywFZ-oHM/s400/frim.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694210367332829634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, that was all! Those were all I can think of. Oh how I have underachieved. I am only 24, the age where I am suppose to go all out, gain as much experience, do all sorts of outdoor activities etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the saying goes, "I do not regret what I have done, but I regret what I have not done"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this year, 2012 my resolution would be&lt;br /&gt;1) Do more charity&lt;br /&gt;2) Be a happier person - Positivity is the key. Do not be affected by others. Just be myself.&lt;br /&gt;3) Be nicer to people&lt;br /&gt;4) Be more productive at work&lt;br /&gt;5) To have a more worklife balance&lt;br /&gt;6) To join a marathon&lt;br /&gt;7) Climb Mt KK - I need to challenge myself&lt;br /&gt;8) Tour Europe - This is something I have never dare dream about, because it is too far-fetch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are my New Year's resolution achievable? We could do a quarterly or half yearly review to check on progress. As for now, I shall live my life as an auditor and pray hard and hope for the best this coming peak period. Say cheese!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7785654359005876348-2190904658528978248?l=christinalfc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/feeds/2190904658528978248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7785654359005876348&amp;postID=2190904658528978248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/2190904658528978248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/2190904658528978248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/2012/01/two-zero-one-two.html' title='Two zero one two...'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02947922450524617196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uli8yMAOg1E/TwXmLEIyj5I/AAAAAAAADtU/Le3bizc9nOU/s72-c/me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7785654359005876348.post-2939324665817857027</id><published>2012-01-04T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T07:36:34.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>For the 4th consecutive time, the five of us countdown to new year together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny though how the 5 of us since after highschool, live within close vicinity, but never meet up. We keep in touch on Facebook. We meet up once a year and it is during this occassion we meet up, on the last day of the year, New Year's Eve!! It's our 4th consecutive NYE together, it's starting to become a tradition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The members:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-joo-ADC3XQo/TwRcHUTDaQI/AAAAAAAADsk/Igg7XNxBj1U/s1600/Christina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 330px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-joo-ADC3XQo/TwRcHUTDaQI/AAAAAAAADsk/Igg7XNxBj1U/s400/Christina.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693777109680613634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EH-G_XMI4Mo/TwRcNKNCO_I/AAAAAAAADsw/1g36LJXq688/s1600/Amanda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 330px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EH-G_XMI4Mo/TwRcNKNCO_I/AAAAAAAADsw/1g36LJXq688/s400/Amanda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693777210050231282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RrUnKW-7A-w/TwRcG17WYZI/AAAAAAAADsM/1CGFYTyXAzw/s1600/peifei.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 330px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RrUnKW-7A-w/TwRcG17WYZI/AAAAAAAADsM/1CGFYTyXAzw/s400/peifei.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693777101528129938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dbJogsFGji4/TwRcGTAjvHI/AAAAAAAADsA/76RhhJU6XH8/s1600/Tammy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 330px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dbJogsFGji4/TwRcGTAjvHI/AAAAAAAADsA/76RhhJU6XH8/s400/Tammy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693777092154735730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNFU0R-7hes/TwRcGXLlLjI/AAAAAAAADr0/iMk5VFFwqeY/s1600/Joanne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 330px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNFU0R-7hes/TwRcGXLlLjI/AAAAAAAADr0/iMk5VFFwqeY/s400/Joanne.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693777093274709554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, we felt abit old, we wanted to escape from the busy sardine-packed crowd, we wanted somewhere with an ambience and not-so-pack place for countdown. Hence, Solaris Mt Kiara sounded like a good plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We slowly had our dinner. At 9ish, we adjourned to Brussels to spend the whole night long together. We got our table within seconds. What turned us off was that Brussels only sells beer in bottle of four kinds, Carlsberg, Hoegardeen, Stella &amp;amp; Savanna. Pfffftt!!! What is wrong with pints? Why no sell pints? Plus, it is freaking RM20 for a bottle! Crazy ex!!! So turned off we almost walk out. We stayed put and ordered a bottle each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We yak and yak, take lots and lots of pictures with funny, awkward and pretty poses. And we looked at the time, it was 10pm. WHAT? We did so much and it's only 10pm? We continued yakking, mainly updating one another about ourselves and people we recently bumped into whether in real-life or on Facebook. See, there's so many updates on Facebook. Lol ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lNnu6Ya3AWY/TwRb4AhiGjI/AAAAAAAADrY/wblDno91b0M/s1600/beer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 330px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lNnu6Ya3AWY/TwRb4AhiGjI/AAAAAAAADrY/wblDno91b0M/s400/beer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693776846674598450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KiM0gDQh9Jw/TwRb4pkJgaI/AAAAAAAADrk/JoTppWjDCdY/s1600/props.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 330px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KiM0gDQh9Jw/TwRb4pkJgaI/AAAAAAAADrk/JoTppWjDCdY/s400/props.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693776857691423138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EkvZquF6Kko/TwRb3t0D0GI/AAAAAAAADrM/8DGTlr9_2bU/s1600/all%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 330px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EkvZquF6Kko/TwRb3t0D0GI/AAAAAAAADrM/8DGTlr9_2bU/s400/all%2B1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693776841652031586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NgGoMIruEpE/TwRb22V_JBI/AAAAAAAADrE/gNMUjlE__p0/s1600/all%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 330px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NgGoMIruEpE/TwRb22V_JBI/AAAAAAAADrE/gNMUjlE__p0/s400/all%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693776826761946130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes to midnight, we got out of Brussels into the stage area, joining the large crowd. The crowd were singing and dancing to the music playing on stage. We totally could feel the excitement of 2012's arrival. So it was 10.. 9.. 8.. 7.. 6.. 5.. 4.. 3.. 2.. 1..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZV_Jc59dsgg/TwRb2qxBxjI/AAAAAAAADq0/uBG8LSWUJrU/s1600/fireworks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 330px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZV_Jc59dsgg/TwRb2qxBxjI/AAAAAAAADq0/uBG8LSWUJrU/s400/fireworks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693776823654139442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May all our hopes and wishes did came through in 2011, and continue to come through in 2012.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7785654359005876348-2939324665817857027?l=christinalfc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/feeds/2939324665817857027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7785654359005876348&amp;postID=2939324665817857027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/2939324665817857027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/2939324665817857027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02947922450524617196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-joo-ADC3XQo/TwRcHUTDaQI/AAAAAAAADsk/Igg7XNxBj1U/s72-c/Christina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7785654359005876348.post-1862767088482794356</id><published>2012-01-03T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T07:47:20.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiking on New Year's Eve</title><content type='html'>I spent NYE countdown with my highschool girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started yawning when it was barely 10pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my friends I went hiking that morning. They said I was crazy, to go hiking on a NYE, on a Saturday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think completely otherwise. Why not? What is wrong with waking up at 8am, to go for hiking any day, even on NYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad though for making Dearest and his family waking up early on a Saturday morning. It was my idea. I gave that suggestion. I would think that if Dearest's family weren't up for it, Dearest would have shut my suggestion down the drain and say sleeping in is the best suggestion, period. I can picture him, sleeping "piggily" cross-legged and snooze the alarm multiple times. So, since Dearest's family is hiking, by default he must go! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we started hiking at FRIM at 10am, ok what, reasonable timing. Dearest shouldn't have complained at all! Once we arrived, we bought tickets for the Canopy Walk at building D6. We started walking following the path stated in the map. The map was rather easy to read, so no worries for you first-timers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ME, so excited! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TpbuaJiCXEI/TwMb8cmfF2I/AAAAAAAADqk/3NGM1uH7hRs/s1600/pic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TpbuaJiCXEI/TwMb8cmfF2I/AAAAAAAADqk/3NGM1uH7hRs/s400/pic1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693425079210153826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 1 to 1.5km, we reached the canopy walk. The canopy walk is 150m long, consisting of 4 joint bridges. The canopy walk was definitely the highlight of FRIM. It gets shaky when few people are on the bridge, it does make me wonder whether it is solid enough, haha. And this Dearest likes to run or jump on the bridge. Wear and tear just accelerated 10 years. One day that bridge is so gona collapse! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VNRq_ICCXyo/TwMb8cYdhNI/AAAAAAAADqY/9n2ewnep9G8/s1600/bridge2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VNRq_ICCXyo/TwMb8cYdhNI/AAAAAAAADqY/9n2ewnep9G8/s400/bridge2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693425079151330514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SxtTq2Hycn4/TwMb8ABnt-I/AAAAAAAADqQ/WJYBj8mXafs/s1600/bridge%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SxtTq2Hycn4/TwMb8ABnt-I/AAAAAAAADqQ/WJYBj8mXafs/s400/bridge%2B1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693425071539337186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point along the canopy walk, we enjoyed KL view for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZGW1m2i0JyY/TwMbxKaBt1I/AAAAAAAADqA/um_jeuTrYmU/s1600/view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZGW1m2i0JyY/TwMbxKaBt1I/AAAAAAAADqA/um_jeuTrYmU/s400/view.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693424885347497810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1ihDTGvv7L4/TwMbxJ_yIkI/AAAAAAAADp4/GpT0ONlfRh0/s1600/view1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1ihDTGvv7L4/TwMbxJ_yIkI/AAAAAAAADp4/GpT0ONlfRh0/s400/view1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693424885237424706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F-P7vbGYQUc/TwMbwBGm_VI/AAAAAAAADpw/OcfacG8GpI4/s1600/us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F-P7vbGYQUc/TwMbwBGm_VI/AAAAAAAADpw/OcfacG8GpI4/s400/us.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693424865670266194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards the end of the hike, you will pass a mini waterfall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-euuzkExgPbo/TwMbvzdIaRI/AAAAAAAADpc/GaiyqlWzaxE/s1600/waterfall1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-euuzkExgPbo/TwMbvzdIaRI/AAAAAAAADpc/GaiyqlWzaxE/s400/waterfall1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693424862006634770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psst, Dearest leg terkangkang big time! Haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GhTDH0HjpkA/TwMbv-0_f_I/AAAAAAAADpU/n7Lo2_gXLvs/s1600/waterfall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GhTDH0HjpkA/TwMbv-0_f_I/AAAAAAAADpU/n7Lo2_gXLvs/s400/waterfall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693424865059504114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best New Year's Eve ever! This kinda simple things make me happy! HAHA! So, Dearest, next time accompany me go hiking yeah! LOL ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7785654359005876348-1862767088482794356?l=christinalfc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/feeds/1862767088482794356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7785654359005876348&amp;postID=1862767088482794356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/1862767088482794356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/1862767088482794356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/2012/01/hiking-on-new-years-eve.html' title='Hiking on New Year&apos;s Eve'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02947922450524617196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TpbuaJiCXEI/TwMb8cmfF2I/AAAAAAAADqk/3NGM1uH7hRs/s72-c/pic1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7785654359005876348.post-2322254807167680275</id><published>2011-12-29T02:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T09:41:00.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore over the weekend</title><content type='html'>It felt like Melbourne all over again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three of us were the most adventurous bunch among all our friend. We are out every weekends, whether is it to the city, doing grocery shopping at a nearby Vietnamese town, on some roadtrip within Melbourne or on holiday at some place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can take bus, train &amp;amp; tram alltogether just to get to a place, be it shopping or restaurant. Daytime we can be touring Philip Island, shopping at DFO Essendon Airport or at the Mornington beach and plucking strawberries. One night we can be at Glen Waverly having Ipoh curry noodles, at home cooking kangaroo meat or be at a some far and unknown place to eat Chicken Parmagiani. Thus is the life of students in Melbourne! *bliss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were like the three musketeers. You see Dearest, you see SW. You see Dearest, you see ME. Of course I was the least cheeky one. They both can psycho each other to not attend lecture or psycho each other or play pranks on each other. I was more like a mom to both of them. Aha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 3 years, we finally decided to go for a holiday together. Few things that sum up the weekend in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Tony Roma's - Our first meal when we arrived. Dearest was saying how good how great their pork ribs were. It's the best and everything. So, for the first time I tried, it was OKAYYY!!!! It wasn't as tender as I expected it to be. By the time I eat, my expectations were over the moon d, from the way Dearest described it to be. Pfffftt!!! I think Dearest's mummy can make more juicy and tender ribs than that Uncle Tony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TVVSotlrvWQ/TvyVfwePf1I/AAAAAAAADok/yWanc3PiP44/s1600/Page%2B-%2BTony%2BRoma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TVVSotlrvWQ/TvyVfwePf1I/AAAAAAAADok/yWanc3PiP44/s400/Page%2B-%2BTony%2BRoma.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691588401909694290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2. Singapore Christmas Decoration - Is something to shout about. People from Malaysia speak highly about it. People purposely travel to Singapore just to experience it with their own eyes, of how beautiful those decorations were. I must admit, every shopping mall at Orchard Road has its own unique Christmas Decoration. No one mall or area has the same Christmas Deco. Nothing is a repeat from last year. They pay so much attention to detail and it's amazing when it all lit up at night. Magical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MSAgST0Tzh0/TvyVYXH1WKI/AAAAAAAADng/qY2BcTrIspk/s1600/Page%2B-%2BDecoration.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MSAgST0Tzh0/TvyVYXH1WKI/AAAAAAAADng/qY2BcTrIspk/s400/Page%2B-%2BDecoration.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691588274845735074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3. SHOPPING - The main reason we went to Singapore was for their Christmas sale. The sale was so insignificant that I only bought 4 tops. Such a dissapointment. When I was younger, I remember Singapore sales is so great, that it is cheaper than KL, that you have no reason to not buy. Now it's different, things are expensive even during sale times, KL is definitely cheaper, so better not buy! The guys on the other hand, managed to get ALOT of stuffs for themselves, mainly shirts &amp;amp; pants. They buy so much that in the middle pic below, 90% of the stuffs belongs to them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NV9znPnBlBg/TvyVZUBgAZI/AAAAAAAADoQ/zy0yvhAkFA4/s1600/Page%2B-%2BShopping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NV9znPnBlBg/TvyVZUBgAZI/AAAAAAAADoQ/zy0yvhAkFA4/s400/Page%2B-%2BShopping.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691588291193733522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4. Dempsey Hill - Out with the guys, surely there will be at least one good meal. We sure know how to enjoy life ("heong sau" - how my mum says it). We belong to a different generation, being thrifty is so yesteryear! They guys love good steaks. I have known Dempsey Hill for their lavish restaurants. We took a cab there and little did we know restaurants were scattered around the hill, in many blocks. We asked the cab driver to let us off random Block 10. The Prime Society it is! A low lit, neat setting restaurant, we were hoping they serve good steak. And what is a good steak? That one I leave it to the guy's expectation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-izK4mL7PoWA/TvyVY4idiPI/AAAAAAAADn0/Ob6F365KcdQ/s1600/Page%2B-%2BPrime%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-izK4mL7PoWA/TvyVY4idiPI/AAAAAAAADn0/Ob6F365KcdQ/s400/Page%2B-%2BPrime%2B1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691588283815790834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest had a Rib-eye (topleft). SW had the most expensive Wagyu selection on the menu (topright). Both the guys LOVE their steak. It's one they have tasted in a while! It makes them feel like they're in a whole new place, where nothing can seperate them and their steak. I am not good at describing steaks, I am no steak eater. All I see is a lump of meat cut off a cow. Anyway the steak was probably tender? juice on medium? and marble'y delicious? There is a new term I just learned relating to steak, which is "marble". I have noooo idea what it means though. Anyway, when you want good steak, you need a fat wallet! The wagyu costed SGD76! WHOAH! Every piece he bit, he was biting SGD10 away! I was gonna have some grilled cod, but those two had to psycho is into ordering a wagyu burger (the closest they can get because they know I do not eat steak). Their looks were enough to tell me "You come to a steakhouse and order fish? Are you serious? Beef la woman!!". For dessert, we had peach and berries crumble. It wasn't what we all had expected judging by the looks of it! BUT! When we eat, we all shut-up! Taking more and more spoons of 'em. It was mind blasting. Sweet, sour, salty - so much flavours bursting in our mouths! We even thought of ordering another, but nahh, we musn't be too greedy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aufE_bRYo6w/TvyVY07EyrI/AAAAAAAADoE/Ky-o_bJYM5Q/s1600/Page%2B-%2BPrime%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aufE_bRYo6w/TvyVY07EyrI/AAAAAAAADoE/Ky-o_bJYM5Q/s400/Page%2B-%2BPrime%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691588282845285042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Snacks - We go to Spore to have Pepper Lunch?! Yes we did! Pepper lunch is my comfort food. Usually it's my cousin who layans me with Pepper lunch. My favourite is Curry Beef Pepper Rice with Cheese. Seriously yummy, u guys should try it. The waffle ice-cream is something like Cold Rock. They mix fresh fruits, cheese/cream with ice-cream, serve on waffle ofcourse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WwzLUTmNjeM/TvyVYm9L9sI/AAAAAAAADns/29SzcK7XQnM/s1600/Page%2B-%2Bmisc%2Bfood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WwzLUTmNjeM/TvyVYm9L9sI/AAAAAAAADns/29SzcK7XQnM/s400/Page%2B-%2Bmisc%2Bfood.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691588279096047298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Rochor Road soya bean &amp;amp; tau foo fa - Nearby our hotel, recommended by Dearest. He had been there once. We saw the long queue, we thought, it must be good. We queued as well and ordered one of everything. What we wanted for snacks initially turned out to be our dinner. Soya and fried buns are filling man! The fried buns weren't the best I've tried but the tau foo fa was definitely good stuff. So smooth, it can easily slip through your tongue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0-mdxGvvD1w/TvyVfw0Wn8I/AAAAAAAADoc/3nykEOVS0GI/s1600/Page%2B-%2BTaufoofa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0-mdxGvvD1w/TvyVfw0Wn8I/AAAAAAAADoc/3nykEOVS0GI/s400/Page%2B-%2BTaufoofa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691588402002436034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum up the weekend, good food, not-so good shopping for myself. Good food and good shopping for the guys. Love the company, the fun, silly-ness and humour. We're so gonna do this for many years to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7785654359005876348-2322254807167680275?l=christinalfc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/feeds/2322254807167680275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7785654359005876348&amp;postID=2322254807167680275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/2322254807167680275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/2322254807167680275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/2011/12/singapore-over-weekend.html' title='Singapore over the weekend'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02947922450524617196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TVVSotlrvWQ/TvyVfwePf1I/AAAAAAAADok/yWanc3PiP44/s72-c/Page%2B-%2BTony%2BRoma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7785654359005876348.post-9129561629941619805</id><published>2011-12-29T02:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T02:45:19.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Victoria Rossa english tea</title><content type='html'>At one time I was craving for english tea, that i tried a few places which all ended up to my utter dissapointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stumbled upon a Groupon of this Victoria Rossa english tea, which has a lovely cute Victorian setting, flower prints, laces, big sofas and everything, At first sight, I knew I have to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I invited Milli for this english tea. She loves food as much as I do. We live to eat, literally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of us agreed, this is by far the best english tea we have had. I don't wanna name the places we have had the not-so-good ones. The place is just so comfortable  big sofas, which makes you feel like once you sit, you don't wanna leave. We yak and yak from 1pm - 5pm, enjoying our scone and tea like taitais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am seriously enjoying too much of my one week leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pictures&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3-tier english tea set&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UJ50tXV9ddU/TvxAZcRSomI/AAAAAAAADlo/5FxVkELT3_A/s1600/IMG_0762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 179px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UJ50tXV9ddU/TvxAZcRSomI/AAAAAAAADlo/5FxVkELT3_A/s320/IMG_0762.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691494834919088738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Soft and buttery scones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-snYw4m9g1Nc/TvxAZADt7tI/AAAAAAAADlY/b7t9X0WtcTk/s1600/IMG_0763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-snYw4m9g1Nc/TvxAZADt7tI/AAAAAAAADlY/b7t9X0WtcTk/s320/IMG_0763.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691494827345964754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Orange tartlets &amp;amp; butter biscuits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LbOop3Wl8SQ/TvxAYjy3zkI/AAAAAAAADlM/R5GLj2DAe5Q/s1600/IMG_0764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LbOop3Wl8SQ/TvxAYjy3zkI/AAAAAAAADlM/R5GLj2DAe5Q/s320/IMG_0764.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691494819759115842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Butter cake, orange muffin &amp;amp; ham and egg sandwiches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-92DIDi9yWNo/TvxAYTsVaEI/AAAAAAAADlA/IPhukDvVKp0/s1600/IMG_0765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-92DIDi9yWNo/TvxAYTsVaEI/AAAAAAAADlA/IPhukDvVKp0/s320/IMG_0765.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691494815436728386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rose tea for myself, Lemongrass tea for Milli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uNJ4YChPfgg/TvxAZ20sBsI/AAAAAAAADlw/aIpnltJ3UKc/s1600/IMG_0761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uNJ4YChPfgg/TvxAZ20sBsI/AAAAAAAADlw/aIpnltJ3UKc/s320/IMG_0761.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691494842046875330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The lovely decor and setting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AUO2aWm1Iac/Tvw_6oSnSiI/AAAAAAAADko/oJjwsqZ7C4k/s1600/IMG_0768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AUO2aWm1Iac/Tvw_6oSnSiI/AAAAAAAADko/oJjwsqZ7C4k/s320/IMG_0768.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691494305569917474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hw0QtXNhfm8/Tvw_6jMbSSI/AAAAAAAADkU/Pv2fF1ExUDk/s1600/IMG_0769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hw0QtXNhfm8/Tvw_6jMbSSI/AAAAAAAADkU/Pv2fF1ExUDk/s320/IMG_0769.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691494304201787682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zTrVif3B_QM/Tvw_7sBg3YI/AAAAAAAADk4/eNqpXrHDIPU/s1600/IMG_0767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zTrVif3B_QM/Tvw_7sBg3YI/AAAAAAAADk4/eNqpXrHDIPU/s320/IMG_0767.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691494323751804290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ypCY3P56zk4/Tvw_6TyHDkI/AAAAAAAADkM/-Hku-8BycpE/s1600/IMG_0770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ypCY3P56zk4/Tvw_6TyHDkI/AAAAAAAADkM/-Hku-8BycpE/s320/IMG_0770.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691494300064878146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And lastly, Milli and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pt8K9NMPNP0/Tvw_6J_n9mI/AAAAAAAADkE/xgLnzWmVwQ8/s1600/IMG_0772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pt8K9NMPNP0/Tvw_6J_n9mI/AAAAAAAADkE/xgLnzWmVwQ8/s320/IMG_0772.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691494297437206114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was how I spend my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;th day of Christmas! Not looking forward to New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7785654359005876348-9129561629941619805?l=christinalfc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/feeds/9129561629941619805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7785654359005876348&amp;postID=9129561629941619805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/9129561629941619805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/9129561629941619805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/2011/12/victoria-rossa-english-tea.html' title='Victoria Rossa english tea'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02947922450524617196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UJ50tXV9ddU/TvxAZcRSomI/AAAAAAAADlo/5FxVkELT3_A/s72-c/IMG_0762.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7785654359005876348.post-1392963703521858653</id><published>2011-12-28T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T02:19:42.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malacca on 25.12.2011</title><content type='html'>How was your Christmas? Hope it was a wonderful one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Christmas has its ups and downs alltogether. This is our third trip to Malacca in 2011. Dearest was saying that he goes to Malacca so often this year, more than he had ever gone for his past 23 years. Haha. Well, each trip was with different people, on different occasion. Dearest is already familiar with Malacca town especially Jonker St. and Dataran Pahlawan. He knows the direction by foot from Jonker St. to Dataran Pahlawan, not bad at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malacca is just an hour and a half away from KL. Well, not on Christmas day. KL, Penang and Singapore cars were jamming up the Ayer Keroh toll. It took us almost the same time as KL to Ayer Keroh toll from Ayer Keroh toll to Malacca town. Such a horrid jam. And we found out the cause of the jam, which was actually the Malacca Zoo. Busses and cars were parked on both sides of the road, causing so much traffic. The zoo? Come on!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this have to happen just when I am the one driving. Dearest comes with me to Malacca and in return, I drive. I am usually restless during long roadtrips, but I realise, when you're driving, the distance seem shorter. On the other hand, Dearest seem to be enjoying the trip, sleeping! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F4sym54Ttxo/Tvtmk8QAMwI/AAAAAAAADj4/GnQSTtTY0G4/s1600/Driving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F4sym54Ttxo/Tvtmk8QAMwI/AAAAAAAADj4/GnQSTtTY0G4/s320/Driving.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691255338947326722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After fetching Tammy from Jasin and back to Malacca, it was 3 and all 3 of us were FUNGRY!!!! So FUNGRY we would eat anything!!!! The 3 of us did not had a thing since morning, Dearest even considered McD when we passed by one. But, who eats McD in Malacca, a town full of lovely food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We managed to maneuver our way to Pork Satay, near Jonker St. Dearest was so FUNGRY he had 30 sticks! Haha. Tammy &amp;amp; I had 10 each. For me that was considered alot, usually i would have like 6 to 8 sticks only. Funny though the highlight of a Pork Satay meal for me isn't the Pork Satay. It is the sauce, ketupat and cucumber. Haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fg__yqrqgKo/TvtmkorzVjI/AAAAAAAADjs/MAz3eOPd9JI/s1600/IMG_0640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fg__yqrqgKo/TvtmkorzVjI/AAAAAAAADjs/MAz3eOPd9JI/s320/IMG_0640.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691255333695215154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TAOxQ6c7fFA/Tvtmj0KpHEI/AAAAAAAADjk/PzeFyawgTLU/s1600/IMG_0643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 179px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TAOxQ6c7fFA/Tvtmj0KpHEI/AAAAAAAADjk/PzeFyawgTLU/s320/IMG_0643.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691255319597489218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_tcpUnL4iao/TvtmjViZrSI/AAAAAAAADjU/1md4PfYJof4/s1600/IMG_0644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 179px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_tcpUnL4iao/TvtmjViZrSI/AAAAAAAADjU/1md4PfYJof4/s320/IMG_0644.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691255311375641890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xgl5dXSwZ98/TvtmjEY1-SI/AAAAAAAADjI/302bcocRHY4/s1600/IMG_0645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 179px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xgl5dXSwZ98/TvtmjEY1-SI/AAAAAAAADjI/302bcocRHY4/s320/IMG_0645.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691255306772150562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found a parking and never want to drive anymore. Everywhere we went for the rest of the day is by walking. Driving would easily take like 5 times longer than walking. You just feel happy walking, like so glad you're not stuck in that horrid jam. Malacca road is one-way and few roads join into one, very jam-causing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in June, there was no Chatime in Malacca, when he was looking high and low for it. And now, they have it, at Dataran Pahlawan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CrWgTJPbPeU/TvtmVduruQI/AAAAAAAADis/CHk4LqlDzO0/s1600/IMG_0651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CrWgTJPbPeU/TvtmVduruQI/AAAAAAAADis/CHk4LqlDzO0/s320/IMG_0651.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691255073056471298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked the usual Jonker Street, which is much busier during Christmas night. We didn't even get to window shop, our aim was to walk our way through to the end of the Street and back. It was challenging!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uP0PoCZGAN8/TvtmVsSNCHI/AAAAAAAADi0/YsvxRziPC4U/s1600/IMG_0646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uP0PoCZGAN8/TvtmVsSNCHI/AAAAAAAADi0/YsvxRziPC4U/s320/IMG_0646.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691255076963551346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some photos on Christmas nights..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FJ8PzpsKjgg/TvtmUUIe4zI/AAAAAAAADig/7u_yY20_9mg/s1600/IMG_0662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FJ8PzpsKjgg/TvtmUUIe4zI/AAAAAAAADig/7u_yY20_9mg/s320/IMG_0662.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691255053300458290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iACvx-TI8Lk/TvtmT2ZJ1RI/AAAAAAAADiU/ctLu-Lbm-JI/s1600/IMG_0665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 179px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iACvx-TI8Lk/TvtmT2ZJ1RI/AAAAAAAADiU/ctLu-Lbm-JI/s320/IMG_0665.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691255045317317906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-19C_uoqMP40/TvtmTt4xb7I/AAAAAAAADiI/vrSyGjgOgmY/s1600/IMG_0666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 179px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-19C_uoqMP40/TvtmTt4xb7I/AAAAAAAADiI/vrSyGjgOgmY/s320/IMG_0666.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691255043034017714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god I have them two and family on Christmas at Malacca. Couldn't find any other better way to spend my Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7785654359005876348-1392963703521858653?l=christinalfc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/feeds/1392963703521858653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7785654359005876348&amp;postID=1392963703521858653' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/1392963703521858653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/1392963703521858653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/2011/12/malacca-on-25122011.html' title='Malacca on 25.12.2011'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02947922450524617196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F4sym54Ttxo/Tvtmk8QAMwI/AAAAAAAADj4/GnQSTtTY0G4/s72-c/Driving.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7785654359005876348.post-2576030587799394245</id><published>2011-12-28T10:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T10:54:44.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love the scent at L'occitane</title><content type='html'>I was clearing my cabinet, I just realise I have used so many L'occitane perfume. Took a pic before I send them all to the bin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Cherry to peach blossom to rose and lastly my favourite, Green tea with mint. I have used 3 bottles of 'em. I have 2 more lining up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d9qs8GwSdWQ/TvtlI1FJyBI/AAAAAAAADh8/mXbwYTX38b8/s1600/IMG_0678.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/-d9qs8GwSdWQ/TvtlI1FJyBI/AAAAAAAADh8/mXbwYTX38b8/s320/IMG_0678.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691253756474804242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7785654359005876348-2576030587799394245?l=christinalfc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/feeds/2576030587799394245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7785654359005876348&amp;postID=2576030587799394245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/2576030587799394245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/2576030587799394245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/2011/12/love-scent-at-loccitane.html' title='Love the scent at L&apos;occitane'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02947922450524617196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d9qs8GwSdWQ/TvtlI1FJyBI/AAAAAAAADh8/mXbwYTX38b8/s72-c/IMG_0678.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7785654359005876348.post-1830294906369479793</id><published>2011-12-28T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T09:51:37.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret Santa at Huck's Cafe</title><content type='html'>This Christmas was by far the busiest and most happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the 28th and we were still celebrating Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my second time at Huck's Cafe. Wasn't as impressed as it wasn't as great as how the foodbloggers have claimed them to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reservations, pre-booked meals all were through Facebook. I have always though communication through electronics often open to miscommunication. And yes, today is one example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new Huck's Cafe at Jalan Abdullah, Off Bangsar. They have moved about 6 months ago from Jalan Gasing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B_ncltCBEGE/TvtbEBmVRzI/AAAAAAAADhw/Pr6FHEAuDX0/s1600/IMG_0688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B_ncltCBEGE/TvtbEBmVRzI/AAAAAAAADhw/Pr6FHEAuDX0/s320/IMG_0688.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691242678819571506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The antiques at the bungalow-turned restaurant. At first I though this is a safe, with the password knob below. A friend even thought it's an olden-days camera. When we looked closely, it is an oven. There is a "Caution hot" yellow sticker. The knob is a temperature knob. Lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WCIZQK_UzT8/TvtbEHR5YYI/AAAAAAAADhg/_TiLaeTPK3c/s1600/IMG_0696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 179px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WCIZQK_UzT8/TvtbEHR5YYI/AAAAAAAADhg/_TiLaeTPK3c/s320/IMG_0696.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691242680344469890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ducks fore sale! Dearest's mummy have collection like these!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sJBAZUo03sw/TvtbD5VE_XI/AAAAAAAADhY/SSr2MnivmAw/s1600/IMG_0695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 179px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sJBAZUo03sw/TvtbD5VE_XI/AAAAAAAADhY/SSr2MnivmAw/s320/IMG_0695.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691242676599717234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horsey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_ZyHXHzuCEY/TvtaubLyqKI/AAAAAAAADg8/K_wjFoFuUxk/s1600/IMG_0693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 179px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_ZyHXHzuCEY/TvtaubLyqKI/AAAAAAAADg8/K_wjFoFuUxk/s320/IMG_0693.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691242307730450594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWrksIgerD8/TvtauDDERDI/AAAAAAAADgw/B-lMsvP6JRc/s1600/IMG_0694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 179px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWrksIgerD8/TvtauDDERDI/AAAAAAAADgw/B-lMsvP6JRc/s320/IMG_0694.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691242301251404850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest table in that cafe, our table for the night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sJjMCAgQvhY/TvtaukiC3eI/AAAAAAAADhI/CR0ZC3Y_8EA/s1600/IMG_0698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 179px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sJjMCAgQvhY/TvtaukiC3eI/AAAAAAAADhI/CR0ZC3Y_8EA/s320/IMG_0698.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691242310239706594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huck's Cafe Facebook Page mentioned to place order for soup and main dish. We sent in our orders, Wild mushroom soup, French onion soup and Pumpkin soup. When we arrived we were asked for the choice of soup, either Wild mushroom soup or Pumpkin soup. We were puzzled because we weren't told beforehand that we can only choose from soup of the day. We were all looking forward to the French onion soup lor!!  Slightly dissapointed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wild mushroom soup was really thick with big chunks of mushroom. The texture was as thick as oats. Not my cup of tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yvAV7zwvSSY/TvtatXKau0I/AAAAAAAADgo/iKekB2bGOd4/s1600/IMG_0701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yvAV7zwvSSY/TvtatXKau0I/AAAAAAAADgo/iKekB2bGOd4/s320/IMG_0701.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691242289471077186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no fan of pumpkin. But this dish has mix reviews. Some thinks this is nice, some prefers the Wild mushroom soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K2KaPo0JfdQ/TvtaPDz5RUI/AAAAAAAADgM/MfWalkDpAVM/s1600/IMG_0708.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/-K2KaPo0JfdQ/TvtaPDz5RUI/AAAAAAAADgM/MfWalkDpAVM/s320/IMG_0708.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691241768880260418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same appetizer was served like the first time, acar on fish cracker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8LjwJ77Wewo/TvtaOxitEPI/AAAAAAAADf8/xhZFxxC3CCE/s1600/IMG_0706.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/-8LjwJ77Wewo/TvtaOxitEPI/AAAAAAAADf8/xhZFxxC3CCE/s320/IMG_0706.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691241763976319218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not take a pic of all the mains, but well these are the few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grilled salmon over a bed of asparagus and frenchbean, serve with butter rice. Verdict: A healthy meal, some parts of the salmon has fishy smell &amp;amp; taste, tasteless butter rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zOe85uK2Bg4/TvtY6SUCEwI/AAAAAAAADeQ/Te4EMIxHL3o/s1600/IMG_0724.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/-zOe85uK2Bg4/TvtY6SUCEwI/AAAAAAAADeQ/Te4EMIxHL3o/s320/IMG_0724.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691240312484270850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lamb stew. I had this the last time. Never liked it, because me no fancy potato. Verdict: Very very very damn filling, lots and lots of potato that can make your stomach bloat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yGDTA6N9pwc/TvtaOEWlVCI/AAAAAAAADfo/WxUi7TZefJQ/s1600/IMG_0715.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/-yGDTA6N9pwc/TvtaOEWlVCI/AAAAAAAADfo/WxUi7TZefJQ/s320/IMG_0715.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691241751845884962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their no.1 best seller, lemon roasted chicken. Minimum 4 to order. The chicky is so huge it looks like a turkey. Verdict: A generous portion, smells good, tasted bland. I was so worried asking for chili sauce would be an insult to them, but I seriously can't help it, the chicky is almost tasteless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rPnkd4YWwYA/TvtY5e3j40I/AAAAAAAADd8/5b4jh8QuaG0/s1600/IMG_0726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rPnkd4YWwYA/TvtY5e3j40I/AAAAAAAADd8/5b4jh8QuaG0/s320/IMG_0726.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691240298674643778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the carrots though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q_RTKaa44Lg/TvtatSjr6GI/AAAAAAAADgY/AxPWZk5nD84/s1600/IMG_0727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q_RTKaa44Lg/TvtatSjr6GI/AAAAAAAADgY/AxPWZk5nD84/s320/IMG_0727.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691242288234883170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember I was speaking about miscommunication. What happen was that, 14 of us ordered, 12 of us attended, since they have cooked, we agreed that 14 mains to be served. They only served 12. They totally forgotten about the 2. And the 2 is for the people attended that night. One was Cordon Bleu Apples, they need 30mins to cook it, we forgo that. Secondly, the lambshank one of us ordered, there were no lambshank, he did not buy any! The girl who ordered Cordon Bleu Apples took the lemon roasted chicken of the girl who did not come. The other person, poor thing did not have any food, a few who couldn't finish their food contributed to empty plate of main, so poor thing. Well, we appreciate that Huck's Cafe only charge us for 12 person instead of 14, however they did not apologize for their mix-up. Super dissappointed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dessert, we had choice of Durian mudpie, Choc mudpie, Choc brownie and Creme brulee. Yipeee, the only dessert Christina can eat is Creme brulee, the only non-chocolate dessert of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Durian mudpie. Verdict: So good any durian lover will love it. If you're 100% full, you will be overbloated to 150%. If you're 70% full, you will be 110% full after having this. If you're 30% full, you prolly can eat alot and have high metabolisme rate, you will have no problem finishing it and still be at only 50% full, kudos to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5gdwB4uLQ0/TvtYSMQkTfI/AAAAAAAADdY/kLSEiUBnOZ8/s1600/IMG_0737.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/-Q5gdwB4uLQ0/TvtYSMQkTfI/AAAAAAAADdY/kLSEiUBnOZ8/s320/IMG_0737.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691239623664356850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choc mudpie. Verdict: No idea, any choc lover will love choc. So, assume it's great k!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pHRyzofgdWY/TvtYR_6fiGI/AAAAAAAADdI/eE28ReorO-w/s1600/IMG_0738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pHRyzofgdWY/TvtYR_6fiGI/AAAAAAAADdI/eE28ReorO-w/s320/IMG_0738.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691239620350543970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creme brulee, the dessert I had the other time. So boring right. Why can't they have some other non-chocolate dessert. Pfft! Verdict: Okay lar, too sweet though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gmb-4py_yhE/TvtYRIEsHvI/AAAAAAAADc8/xe1arxjhtFE/s1600/IMG_0739.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/-Gmb-4py_yhE/TvtYRIEsHvI/AAAAAAAADc8/xe1arxjhtFE/s320/IMG_0739.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691239605360926450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, here comes all the presents from Secret Santas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--_lM9SqDp_M/TvtaOihYdJI/AAAAAAAADfw/0ja6Sf3N4zE/s1600/IMG_0711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--_lM9SqDp_M/TvtaOihYdJI/AAAAAAAADfw/0ja6Sf3N4zE/s320/IMG_0711.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691241759944242322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couple Set A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zIYxyoph72A/TvtZiKspd-I/AAAAAAAADfM/yi3UrjWW0u4/s1600/IMG_0718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zIYxyoph72A/TvtZiKspd-I/AAAAAAAADfM/yi3UrjWW0u4/s320/IMG_0718.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691240997634799586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couple Set B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MHM3YxlW4ko/TvtZhd1uW9I/AAAAAAAADfA/roKBrdoqEnQ/s1600/IMG_0720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MHM3YxlW4ko/TvtZhd1uW9I/AAAAAAAADfA/roKBrdoqEnQ/s320/IMG_0720.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691240985593273298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couple Set C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4Bb6uqmRrrY/TvtZg9uXVFI/AAAAAAAADe0/o-Xg8766-OU/s1600/IMG_0721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4Bb6uqmRrrY/TvtZg9uXVFI/AAAAAAAADe0/o-Xg8766-OU/s320/IMG_0721.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691240976972469330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, not Couple Set D. He is my Secret Santa. A package from Harrods Spore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KSieAyv9ovI/TvtZgRQ1KvI/AAAAAAAADeo/XcyrG692-xk/s1600/IMG_0723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KSieAyv9ovI/TvtZgRQ1KvI/AAAAAAAADeo/XcyrG692-xk/s320/IMG_0723.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691240965037435634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A X'mas teddy! Psst, I am not a teddy kinda girl. I can never find good use for teddies, flowers and earrings (just cos I don't have a piercing, lol!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7_Cm5Cizkjg/TvtY6GLwXLI/AAAAAAAADeE/iYlrJFqFp9M/s1600/IMG_0725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7_Cm5Cizkjg/TvtY6GLwXLI/AAAAAAAADeE/iYlrJFqFp9M/s320/IMG_0725.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691240309228330162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening present and guessing who Secret Santa is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pwWq_BY6Guo/TvtY4vRfQZI/AAAAAAAADdg/sIEEL1Qr9zo/s1600/IMG_0730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 179px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pwWq_BY6Guo/TvtY4vRfQZI/AAAAAAAADdg/sIEEL1Qr9zo/s320/IMG_0730.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691240285898490258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Eleanore, one of the most energetic girl I have ever met. She can instantly create conversation with everyone at the table. She knows so many people, that somehow relates to one of us, it made us feel the world is so small...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oNlRWTALccw/TvtXgeixHYI/AAAAAAAADcY/Kyd-0mkl9Qw/s1600/IMG_0749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 179px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oNlRWTALccw/TvtXgeixHYI/AAAAAAAADcY/Kyd-0mkl9Qw/s320/IMG_0749.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691238769579072898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ex-housemates. Missing in action = Tzee Yeen. Poor girl have food poisoning. That girl was so excited to try out Huck's Cafe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wjy0uWqZuik/TvtYQ46AbEI/AAAAAAAADcs/7BvZlnLSdDo/s1600/IMG_0742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wjy0uWqZuik/TvtYQ46AbEI/AAAAAAAADcs/7BvZlnLSdDo/s320/IMG_0742.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691239601289587778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f8M-IJpIlL0/TvtXgFsg2VI/AAAAAAAADcI/Ei7OAmhGKEU/s1600/IMG_0751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f8M-IJpIlL0/TvtXgFsg2VI/AAAAAAAADcI/Ei7OAmhGKEU/s320/IMG_0751.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691238762909063506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uJmznvlrzTU/TvtXfyGPhsI/AAAAAAAADcA/NUFO1B_2shE/s1600/IMG_0753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uJmznvlrzTU/TvtXfyGPhsI/AAAAAAAADcA/NUFO1B_2shE/s320/IMG_0753.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691238757648271042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posing at the door. Weird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yr68_zaset0/TvtXeTDk1FI/AAAAAAAADbw/vhgJOdBNSgw/s1600/IMG_0755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yr68_zaset0/TvtXeTDk1FI/AAAAAAAADbw/vhgJOdBNSgw/s320/IMG_0755.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691238732135715922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DDrf0gTlg7c/TvtXeGQifJI/AAAAAAAADbo/s770AWZEEAg/s1600/IMG_0759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DDrf0gTlg7c/TvtXeGQifJI/AAAAAAAADbo/s770AWZEEAg/s320/IMG_0759.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691238728700427410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas. Hope you all had a good celebration just like we did. Oh and Happy New Year in advance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7785654359005876348-1830294906369479793?l=christinalfc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/feeds/1830294906369479793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7785654359005876348&amp;postID=1830294906369479793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/1830294906369479793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/1830294906369479793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/2011/12/secret-santa-at-hucks-cafe.html' title='Secret Santa at Huck&apos;s Cafe'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02947922450524617196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B_ncltCBEGE/TvtbEBmVRzI/AAAAAAAADhw/Pr6FHEAuDX0/s72-c/IMG_0688.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7785654359005876348.post-2533397648540669734</id><published>2011-12-27T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T09:45:24.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phuket getaway (Part 4)</title><content type='html'>The biggest Phuket production... the Phuket Fantasea. On the way from airport to our resort, we passed by many billboards and banners of Phuket Fantasea. Our friends who went there before said it's a "must-see". Without a doubt, we bought tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PZ5T9vfmRIo/TvtL-vR3DMI/AAAAAAAADas/kNgP0Hen7jk/s1600/IMG_0401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PZ5T9vfmRIo/TvtL-vR3DMI/AAAAAAAADas/kNgP0Hen7jk/s320/IMG_0401.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691226095328103618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phuket Fantasea wasn't just a show. It was a magical  fun fair of its own. From animal kingdom to fun fair games to fire show. That place made me feel like a child again. You can only see smiles on everyone's faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MF-e5Gc_15o/TvtL-yAXR-I/AAAAAAAADa4/xq3G2mtnjjc/s1600/IMG_0407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 179px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MF-e5Gc_15o/TvtL-yAXR-I/AAAAAAAADa4/xq3G2mtnjjc/s320/IMG_0407.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691226096060024802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought our tickets including buffet. The buffet restaurant was a huge area, I think it can fit 1000 over people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2KKfa_OsJlg/TvtL_ZS-c1I/AAAAAAAADbI/f6U5r9g1YJ4/s1600/IMG_0417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2KKfa_OsJlg/TvtL_ZS-c1I/AAAAAAAADbI/f6U5r9g1YJ4/s320/IMG_0417.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691226106607072082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nbO5VKx5vcI/TvtMAf--iSI/AAAAAAAADbQ/xP06bTGu64Y/s1600/IMG_0412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nbO5VKx5vcI/TvtMAf--iSI/AAAAAAAADbQ/xP06bTGu64Y/s320/IMG_0412.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691226125582108962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pics from that night. White tiger... It was THAT close to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jqmIb2Pxuz4/Tvn3fymOWFI/AAAAAAAADYU/GmhuA9KQxTs/s1600/IMG_0437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jqmIb2Pxuz4/Tvn3fymOWFI/AAAAAAAADYU/GmhuA9KQxTs/s320/IMG_0437.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690851729689434194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6Egi8KBjDWo/TvtMAjLSQDI/AAAAAAAADbY/T9jy2vykSZE/s1600/IMG_0441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6Egi8KBjDWo/TvtMAjLSQDI/AAAAAAAADbY/T9jy2vykSZE/s320/IMG_0441.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691226126439039026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a cute baby elephant. At that time I only knew Dearest is afraid of elephant. Haha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8WLyLzvoCsY/Tvn3fVbpcVI/AAAAAAAADYI/iiV-vmLtmNo/s1600/IMG_0452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8WLyLzvoCsY/Tvn3fVbpcVI/AAAAAAAADYI/iiV-vmLtmNo/s320/IMG_0452.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690851721860444498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OOCc_6H5kVE/Tvn3epafVLI/AAAAAAAADX8/PZiBRWEiZxc/s1600/IMG_0453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OOCc_6H5kVE/Tvn3epafVLI/AAAAAAAADX8/PZiBRWEiZxc/s320/IMG_0453.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690851710044427442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What's enjoyable without food? Food makes world a better place! Food makes people a happier! Food keeps people together!  Well, food has to be average or good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pad Thai; A Thai holiday is not over unless you have Pad Thai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mdumDAto5BY/Tvn7F3GhK9I/AAAAAAAADag/zcVSU3SM7MM/s1600/IMG_0046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mdumDAto5BY/Tvn7F3GhK9I/AAAAAAAADag/zcVSU3SM7MM/s320/IMG_0046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690855682268539858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thai Fried Rice; This is just ordinary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tgEwk4VrU8k/Tvn614oFTpI/AAAAAAAADaU/mBFALTA3HnA/s1600/IMG_0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tgEwk4VrU8k/Tvn614oFTpI/AAAAAAAADaU/mBFALTA3HnA/s320/IMG_0047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690855407799848594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green curry; One of our favourites, this is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oUjzgP343b8/Tvn60fLhbJI/AAAAAAAADZ8/GxHxE7JrPSo/s1600/IMG_0123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oUjzgP343b8/Tvn60fLhbJI/AAAAAAAADZ8/GxHxE7JrPSo/s320/IMG_0123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690855383789300882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roast duck red curry; Our last meal, at the airport. Believe it or not, this is the best dish I had throughout the holiday. Apart from fast food chains, chain restaurants, you can hardly find a decent airport restaurants. I have had 2 meals at Thai airport and both were super good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eR9YSZ8hDOw/Tvn29Ld3raI/AAAAAAAADW4/cMnDaVLkKrI/s1600/IMG_0503.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/-eR9YSZ8hDOw/Tvn29Ld3raI/AAAAAAAADW4/cMnDaVLkKrI/s320/IMG_0503.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690851135069859234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh!!! The best thing I have found in Phuket is............ BANANA PANCAKE! I was so addicted to it I had it everyday. I order the same flavour over and over again, BANANA with PEANUT BUTTER PANCAKE! *drooooooolss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This banana pancake stall can be spotted anytime of the day especially near the beaches. So many flavours to choose from, chocolate, coconut, jam, margarine, honey, caramel, maple syrup etc etc. These stalls never fail to attach tourists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R2in39xGjO8/Tvn2-RKixHI/AAAAAAAADXM/req-o_H-I-g/s1600/IMG_0479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R2in39xGjO8/Tvn2-RKixHI/AAAAAAAADXM/req-o_H-I-g/s320/IMG_0479.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690851153779278962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6vdsXaOHLKo/Tvn4dLUlIHI/AAAAAAAADZI/Ku5Paxq7zIE/s1600/IMG_0320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6vdsXaOHLKo/Tvn4dLUlIHI/AAAAAAAADZI/Ku5Paxq7zIE/s320/IMG_0320.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690852784298336370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0gp85gt6AM8/Tvn4c5wYB-I/AAAAAAAADY8/fqUTiQJ1Kow/s1600/IMG_0323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0gp85gt6AM8/Tvn4c5wYB-I/AAAAAAAADY8/fqUTiQJ1Kow/s320/IMG_0323.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690852779583080418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some other random pics from Phuket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Buggy to get us from our hotel to main road vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wfeUVlk8-z4/Tvn61uFh5UI/AAAAAAAADaI/7Hw0I-e5M0o/s1600/IMG_0122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 179px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wfeUVlk8-z4/Tvn61uFh5UI/AAAAAAAADaI/7Hw0I-e5M0o/s320/IMG_0122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690855404970566978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Naka night market, where you can get RM10 lady's top, RM20 men's t-shirt. cheap cheap cheap, so cheap you cannot bargain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PzX0JItyrT4/Tvn60fGABFI/AAAAAAAADZs/eLKDYA_ds0c/s1600/IMG_0127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PzX0JItyrT4/Tvn60fGABFI/AAAAAAAADZs/eLKDYA_ds0c/s320/IMG_0127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690855383766139986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Dearest have local Thai beer once everyday. The weather was toooo hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H2-Fcje1swg/Tvn4cGfzKlI/AAAAAAAADYk/PYSCk1R6bpI/s1600/IMG_0332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 179px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H2-Fcje1swg/Tvn4cGfzKlI/AAAAAAAADYk/PYSCk1R6bpI/s320/IMG_0332.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690852765823347282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jungceylon - biggest night market in Patong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L1GZXkC2vqw/Tvn4dtspfqI/AAAAAAAADZQ/oaycIReA3PA/s1600/IMG_0299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L1GZXkC2vqw/Tvn4dtspfqI/AAAAAAAADZQ/oaycIReA3PA/s320/IMG_0299.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690852793526091426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Patong beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-58k5jY8i2Lo/Tvn60MnYdII/AAAAAAAADZk/mvTeRfi-Dk0/s1600/IMG_0328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-58k5jY8i2Lo/Tvn60MnYdII/AAAAAAAADZk/mvTeRfi-Dk0/s320/IMG_0328.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690855378805879938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qu-ZgaIV8TY/Tvn4cVGChxI/AAAAAAAADYw/j_nui1Aol6A/s1600/IMG_0328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qu-ZgaIV8TY/Tvn4cVGChxI/AAAAAAAADYw/j_nui1Aol6A/s320/IMG_0328.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690852769741834002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Dearest ride a motorcycle. We never expected taxi/tuktuk fare to be so expensive. 15km for RM40. We resorted to renting a motorcycle. It was Dearest's first time riding a motorcycle and that freaked me out. Riding a motorcycle is not something you can learn in 5 seconds. Crap, so much for being so calm and agreeing to do the motorcycle thing. The process was so quick, we walked to a stall, asked for price, agreed, the lady takes the $, issue a receipt, gave a key and went through instructions onces i.e. accelerator, brake, signal, lock, unlock. That's it! On our first ride from Kata beach to Patong beach, approx. 30mins, i sat still at the back, squeeze my butt, sat as straight as a wall, one hand on Dearest's shoulder, the other around Dearest's waist, SWEATING! I could literally feel lines of sweat dripping down. Phew! I arrived at Destination 1 safely without a scratch! Dearest is GOOD at it! This must be a guy's thing. I mean, how to balance on a motorcycle, I think it's damn difficult lor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t_JeqAtMgzg/Tvn3eTYO3uI/AAAAAAAADXk/y9_ZQcNSEPo/s1600/IMG_0463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t_JeqAtMgzg/Tvn3eTYO3uI/AAAAAAAADXk/y9_ZQcNSEPo/s320/IMG_0463.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690851704129380066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-86K4Sl6l61I/Tvn2-FPpVjI/AAAAAAAADXA/JlkV0-fXP54/s1600/IMG_0486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-86K4Sl6l61I/Tvn2-FPpVjI/AAAAAAAADXA/JlkV0-fXP54/s320/IMG_0486.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690851150579455538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OrcKWs63sGc/Tvn2_OUnt3I/AAAAAAAADXY/qqiMa3P0s6Y/s1600/IMG_0468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OrcKWs63sGc/Tvn2_OUnt3I/AAAAAAAADXY/qqiMa3P0s6Y/s320/IMG_0468.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690851170196109170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our last moments..... leaving and saying goodbye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kTvzekPFT1Y/Tvn3ekBx9yI/AAAAAAAADXs/BNG-cr_p09Q/s1600/IMG_0458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 179px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kTvzekPFT1Y/Tvn3ekBx9yI/AAAAAAAADXs/BNG-cr_p09Q/s320/IMG_0458.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690851708598613794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last photo on the road. Happy and very satisfied faces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XpsCzqauq0k/Tvn28gqZjRI/AAAAAAAADWo/klDpn1hw51o/s1600/IMG_0504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XpsCzqauq0k/Tvn28gqZjRI/AAAAAAAADWo/klDpn1hw51o/s320/IMG_0504.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690851123579686162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas and Happy Holiday to everyone. We had such an enjoyable year-end holiday. Hope you all had a wonderful holiday as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7785654359005876348-2533397648540669734?l=christinalfc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/feeds/2533397648540669734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7785654359005876348&amp;postID=2533397648540669734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/2533397648540669734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/2533397648540669734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/2011/12/phuket-getaway-part-4.html' title='Phuket getaway (Part 4)'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02947922450524617196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PZ5T9vfmRIo/TvtL-vR3DMI/AAAAAAAADas/kNgP0Hen7jk/s72-c/IMG_0401.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7785654359005876348.post-7240614846526805340</id><published>2011-12-26T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T03:53:58.690-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G8q1dPCuiVM/TviwnrvLvsI/AAAAAAAADVE/2kRSPGsVrPQ/s1600/IMG_0183.JPG'/><title type='text'>Phuket getaway (Part 3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;What is there to do in Phuket? A lot! And with the little time we had, we decided to go for island hopping........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dearest and I booked a tour from one of the local tour agencies nearby our resort. We haggled around and made our decision. There were so many to choose from. We could go for 4 islands 2 canoeing, go by a big boat with better food serve on board organised by a reputable co. Or 5 islands 3 canoeing, go by a smaller boat with not-sure-whether-it's-nice food serve on board organised by a quite-new company. We ended up choosing the former, at RM130 per person, not bad of a deal right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cDaSss6z5w0/Tviw9BM1h5I/AAAAAAAADWc/CSm6GXOhmv0/s1600/IMG_0050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cDaSss6z5w0/Tviw9BM1h5I/AAAAAAAADWc/CSm6GXOhmv0/s320/IMG_0050.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690492691523405714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Departed from Ao Por Pier, some 1 1/2 hr away from our Kata beach. It was an early morning, hence we slept throughout the bus ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DrFjtlmd2Q4/Tviw8yZQvtI/AAAAAAAADWM/jv0NH0HoRp4/s1600/IMG_0147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DrFjtlmd2Q4/Tviw8yZQvtI/AAAAAAAADWM/jv0NH0HoRp4/s320/IMG_0147.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690492687548989138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First stop is Panak Island (Bat Cave). Canoeing no.1. Dearest and I were assigned a tourguide/canoe'er. The whole canoe experience was fun and exciting. This is my first canoe experience. I've always love adventure and yet, I have never really done adventure stuffs. Well, it's never too late for it!&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sqFNCjHSklk/Tviw8vBkCaI/AAAAAAAADWE/sv64ncKt1BI/s1600/IMG_0156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sqFNCjHSklk/Tviw8vBkCaI/AAAAAAAADWE/sv64ncKt1BI/s320/IMG_0156.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690492686644283810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way into the Bat Cave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e6fVOqKLgKE/TviwphYgUII/AAAAAAAADV0/BdCKNqV4QAQ/s1600/IMG_0159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e6fVOqKLgKE/TviwphYgUII/AAAAAAAADV0/BdCKNqV4QAQ/s320/IMG_0159.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690492356564897922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots and lots of bats spotted. Smelly too......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IZ0qyNpVnsM/TviwpBIvcRI/AAAAAAAADVs/gHp68V_0ajs/s1600/IMG_0163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IZ0qyNpVnsM/TviwpBIvcRI/AAAAAAAADVs/gHp68V_0ajs/s320/IMG_0163.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690492347908845842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KDuf6dLZD4c/TviwoPItihI/AAAAAAAADVc/q3TB3mFHmK0/s1600/IMG_0166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 179px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KDuf6dLZD4c/TviwoPItihI/AAAAAAAADVc/q3TB3mFHmK0/s320/IMG_0166.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690492334486948370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop, Hong Island, best of all 4 islands. It has 2 lagoons inside it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pQ0Sqv8GGns/TviwnztkCbI/AAAAAAAADVQ/MvXCshu6Tv8/s1600/IMG_0179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pQ0Sqv8GGns/TviwnztkCbI/AAAAAAAADVQ/MvXCshu6Tv8/s320/IMG_0179.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690492327125322162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See this tiny opening to the lagoon.. I swear the canoe'er had to deflate the canoe, to squeeze us through.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8K4rT2N2kHg/TviwJ8wdPkI/AAAAAAAADUw/HP0t6FfDDzw/s1600/IMG_0190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8K4rT2N2kHg/TviwJ8wdPkI/AAAAAAAADUw/HP0t6FfDDzw/s320/IMG_0190.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690491814157303362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful view of the lagoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cz3RmEeuQt4/TviwJo879OI/AAAAAAAADUk/fHL8D3oZko0/s1600/IMG_0198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cz3RmEeuQt4/TviwJo879OI/AAAAAAAADUk/fHL8D3oZko0/s320/IMG_0198.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690491808840938722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H1uUXYUkwDU/TviwI9xjjvI/AAAAAAAADUc/ap1D1cQWrDc/s1600/IMG_0203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H1uUXYUkwDU/TviwI9xjjvI/AAAAAAAADUc/ap1D1cQWrDc/s320/IMG_0203.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690491797250477810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The not so small opening into another lagoon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RBnL_pXjKVY/TviwImJopfI/AAAAAAAADUM/P7nHBWr9oKc/s1600/IMG_0206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RBnL_pXjKVY/TviwImJopfI/AAAAAAAADUM/P7nHBWr9oKc/s320/IMG_0206.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690491790909023730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q88rMZEtwUA/TviwIcyshRI/AAAAAAAADUA/HWwVS5iQmZQ/s1600/IMG_0204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q88rMZEtwUA/TviwIcyshRI/AAAAAAAADUA/HWwVS5iQmZQ/s320/IMG_0204.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690491788396889362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way out of the lagoon, again, such a small opening.. any fatter we prolly get stuck there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ypj0KHUVoZc/Tvivhoc_z0I/AAAAAAAADT0/XYkKQfZLYSs/s1600/IMG_0207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ypj0KHUVoZc/Tvivhoc_z0I/AAAAAAAADT0/XYkKQfZLYSs/s320/IMG_0207.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690491121512206146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was serve on board. Local Thai food i.e tomyam, fried rice, fried noodles, stir-fried vegetables, fried calamari, fried chicken etc etc. It was rather difficult to eat on board, with the rough waves hitting against the boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RQzbscDxC5Y/TvivhUyzycI/AAAAAAAADTk/bno22uCtBkQ/s1600/IMG_0230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 179px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RQzbscDxC5Y/TvivhUyzycI/AAAAAAAADTk/bno22uCtBkQ/s320/IMG_0230.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690491116234983874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd island, James Bond Island. A 007 film was shot here and this island became famous. It was also the most disappointing one of all. There's nothing much there really, the leas fascinating scenery as compared to others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m2AIMKYRFLU/TvivhVMOuHI/AAAAAAAADTc/GSXPv5G5Qcg/s1600/IMG_0245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 179px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m2AIMKYRFLU/TvivhVMOuHI/AAAAAAAADTc/GSXPv5G5Qcg/s320/IMG_0245.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690491116341606514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GQPs1FgEWaI/TvivggL4PlI/AAAAAAAADTQ/ZeDyUyQwPIg/s1600/IMG_0265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 179px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GQPs1FgEWaI/TvivggL4PlI/AAAAAAAADTQ/ZeDyUyQwPIg/s320/IMG_0265.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690491102113054290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uVsmMLYxQU/TvivgWYp6pI/AAAAAAAADTE/G5D5JK7gzA4/s1600/IMG_0266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 179px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uVsmMLYxQU/TvivgWYp6pI/AAAAAAAADTE/G5D5JK7gzA4/s320/IMG_0266.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690491099482286738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r-lDo-wYrn4/TvivA4ZRxWI/AAAAAAAADS0/D3v4zE4CpWI/s1600/IMG_0272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r-lDo-wYrn4/TvivA4ZRxWI/AAAAAAAADS0/D3v4zE4CpWI/s320/IMG_0272.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690490558855890274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1jtAvzldm00/TvivAV7ILRI/AAAAAAAADSo/RQU7KHubY5Y/s1600/IMG_0274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 179px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1jtAvzldm00/TvivAV7ILRI/AAAAAAAADSo/RQU7KHubY5Y/s320/IMG_0274.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690490549602626834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last stop, the best stop of all, because it is free &amp;amp; easy, Lawa Island. We can canoe, swim, snorkel or even dive. Dearest jumped off the upper deck of the boat right into the sea. Whoa, I wish I have the guts to do it. I just slide myself into the sea slowly and steady. We even tried canoe'ing by ourselves. It was alot harder than we though. It was so hard going against the waves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G8q1dPCuiVM/TviwnrvLvsI/AAAAAAAADVE/2kRSPGsVrPQ/s320/IMG_0183.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X5sBTALbctM/TvivAAx9QII/AAAAAAAADSc/SrB4ja307R0/s1600/IMG_0281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X5sBTALbctM/TvivAAx9QII/AAAAAAAADSc/SrB4ja307R0/s320/IMG_0281.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690490543927017602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mhkKdicdLYQ/Tviu_tWsxjI/AAAAAAAADSQ/5FT_qp1OiTA/s1600/IMG_0283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 179px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mhkKdicdLYQ/Tviu_tWsxjI/AAAAAAAADSQ/5FT_qp1OiTA/s320/IMG_0283.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690490538712417842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J2VdT4pTDAg/Tviu_VVQvXI/AAAAAAAADSE/T831urPh2Ns/s1600/IMG_0284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 179px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J2VdT4pTDAg/Tviu_VVQvXI/AAAAAAAADSE/T831urPh2Ns/s320/IMG_0284.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690490532263935346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were really tired after a whole day being under the sun, visiting islands and strong winds slapping against our faces. It was a lovely experience though, especially spending time my one and only. It was all we needed, after months of stress from work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be back for Part 4 (the last part) of Phuket Getaway!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7785654359005876348-7240614846526805340?l=christinalfc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/feeds/7240614846526805340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7785654359005876348&amp;postID=7240614846526805340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/7240614846526805340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/7240614846526805340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/2011/12/phuket-getaway-part-3.html' title='Phuket getaway (Part 3)'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02947922450524617196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cDaSss6z5w0/Tviw9BM1h5I/AAAAAAAADWc/CSm6GXOhmv0/s72-c/IMG_0050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7785654359005876348.post-1525852200174435349</id><published>2011-12-23T02:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T10:12:36.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phuket getaway (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>We were at Kata Beach, 15km away from Patong beach. The reason I choose a beach other than Patong beach is to get away from the busy city atmosphere. I prefer a more quiet, peaceful, serene place. I was pretty sure there is tuk tuk or cab, to get to Patong beach..&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g0zRorC7iYI/TvRfm04jAnI/AAAAAAAADQ8/loyv3oB_IQc/s1600/IMG_0049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g0zRorC7iYI/TvRfm04jAnI/AAAAAAAADQ8/loyv3oB_IQc/s320/IMG_0049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689277349911265906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kata beach. Which looks similar as to Patong beach. Row of big umbrellas and sunbeds. 90% of them are angmohs. Thais definitely don't hangout at beaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-86nN9BouLww/TvRfDmrIlHI/AAAAAAAADPU/K21H0kEI2js/s1600/IMG_0101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-86nN9BouLww/TvRfDmrIlHI/AAAAAAAADPU/K21H0kEI2js/s320/IMG_0101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689276744801490034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been to alot of beaches in my life, this is the first time I actually spent time on the beach instead of just drop by. We layed beach towels on the sand and stare up the blue sky. Oh, this is how life should be.. Relaxing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivJEdettjrE/TvRfZOg2nkI/AAAAAAAADP8/O-807PgyWVc/s1600/IMG_0089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 179px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivJEdettjrE/TvRfZOg2nkI/AAAAAAAADP8/O-807PgyWVc/s320/IMG_0089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689277116273040962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J3Tc7FWWCDc/TvRfYuOoAiI/AAAAAAAADP0/bbddKGNavUM/s1600/IMG_0090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J3Tc7FWWCDc/TvRfYuOoAiI/AAAAAAAADP0/bbddKGNavUM/s320/IMG_0090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689277107606651426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't he look bored? Maybe bored of the company, haha. Or was he thinking about work? I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9tIjFOE8s1M/TvRflqrKcaI/AAAAAAAADQk/fb5j9NA0e1U/s1600/IMG_0073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9tIjFOE8s1M/TvRflqrKcaI/AAAAAAAADQk/fb5j9NA0e1U/s320/IMG_0073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689277329990906274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, on the other hand, self-shot'ing... Dearest layan'ed me a few times. He is a person who doesn't understand why people snap more than 1 photo at a location. He claims.. "It's the same thing" But no lor, angle not right, can see double chin, can see big belly, smile turned out awkward or photo is senget. He clearly is not observant. Hahaha............&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sgfst3hcgU4/TvRfldqhVsI/AAAAAAAADQY/qOQwUN-yqrQ/s1600/IMG_0076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sgfst3hcgU4/TvRfldqhVsI/AAAAAAAADQY/qOQwUN-yqrQ/s320/IMG_0076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689277326498551490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fbZyzY3OtT4/TvRfmNbU0dI/AAAAAAAADQw/3l3HnrXIQE0/s1600/IMG_0071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fbZyzY3OtT4/TvRfmNbU0dI/AAAAAAAADQw/3l3HnrXIQE0/s320/IMG_0071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689277339319718354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yBW3Bqis9Hg/TvRfYXzCMfI/AAAAAAAADPo/5apdpJKxxIE/s1600/IMG_0091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yBW3Bqis9Hg/TvRfYXzCMfI/AAAAAAAADPo/5apdpJKxxIE/s320/IMG_0091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689277101585347058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-39XL0mK4wpg/TvRfZaCuNGI/AAAAAAAADQM/pCb3NiTfNLA/s1600/IMG_0088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 179px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-39XL0mK4wpg/TvRfZaCuNGI/AAAAAAAADQM/pCb3NiTfNLA/s320/IMG_0088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689277119367885922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our love shining as bright as the sun.... my love for him extends to distance of the earth and sun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P8iPwf0f2DU/TvRfYJVVkhI/AAAAAAAADPc/TNr2ntSF_Z8/s1600/IMG_0100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P8iPwf0f2DU/TvRfYJVVkhI/AAAAAAAADPc/TNr2ntSF_Z8/s320/IMG_0100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689277097702691346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to share how Dearest ended up eating a cob of corn at Kata beach. We were about to leave and asked a passerby to helped us take a photo. That person is selling corn. Dearest, being one of the nicest people I know, return a favour by closing his last corn sale for the day. Haha.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rIqXR9FxwEA/TvRfDQovmOI/AAAAAAAADPE/QM5TQkl1pP0/s1600/IMG_0119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rIqXR9FxwEA/TvRfDQovmOI/AAAAAAAADPE/QM5TQkl1pP0/s320/IMG_0119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689276738885884130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a very ticklish person. It tickles when anyone touches especially my waist or feet, or even when the doctor checks my breathing with stetoscope. I think I am old enough to overcome this feat of massage. You know, massage, the touch at almost every part of your body and almost every part of me is ticklish. Haha.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kxhFaUOnzCo/TvRfnanZ6iI/AAAAAAAADRI/nSITqsrajUI/s1600/IMG_0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kxhFaUOnzCo/TvRfnanZ6iI/AAAAAAAADRI/nSITqsrajUI/s320/IMG_0045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689277360039914018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RwIKFKNbMvc/TvRfvUk9rYI/AAAAAAAADR4/9n1uqmW3erE/s1600/IMG_0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 179px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RwIKFKNbMvc/TvRfvUk9rYI/AAAAAAAADR4/9n1uqmW3erE/s320/IMG_0034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689277495858015618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have taken a challenge of my own and seal 1-hr deal of Traditional  Thai Massage. When she first pressed my feet, I was like "Oh, like that  one ah?, it's more like pressing rather than squeezing my fats" it was  not bad at all, it feels good actually. Haven't said that, there are a  few ticklish parts, in which I laughed aloud at the Thai girl to stop.  And they laugh everytime I laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gUjCKm53tJo/TvRfu3vPMZI/AAAAAAAADRs/iClv_961nAs/s1600/IMG_0036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gUjCKm53tJo/TvRfu3vPMZI/AAAAAAAADRs/iClv_961nAs/s320/IMG_0036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689277488116478354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I looked over to Dearest, he looks as cool as a cucumber. Enjoying massage like a real man. His standard requirement is very high, he likes it real hard.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iacN1IJT9cM/TvRfuj2E3rI/AAAAAAAADRc/9PIgWjg8GQg/s1600/IMG_0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iacN1IJT9cM/TvRfuj2E3rI/AAAAAAAADRc/9PIgWjg8GQg/s320/IMG_0038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689277482776452786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4oHzaof7BFA/TvRfua-NMgI/AAAAAAAADRU/HGO6_wnXP6w/s1600/IMG_0043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 179px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4oHzaof7BFA/TvRfua-NMgI/AAAAAAAADRU/HGO6_wnXP6w/s320/IMG_0043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689277480394633730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell yooooo.. massage is addictive. It is so addictive, we had massage every single day. I even tried foot massage. My foot okay... the most ticklish part of my body, has now stood up and be a man to handle touchings. Haha... We did not walk alot, we took taxi, scooter.I would've enjoyed it more if my legs were tired from a day of walking and all sored up, and only a massage can cure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGHNHPnlWpU/TvRfCZ9qWRI/AAAAAAAADOs/eBRoU3vbdRw/s1600/IMG_0340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGHNHPnlWpU/TvRfCZ9qWRI/AAAAAAAADOs/eBRoU3vbdRw/s320/IMG_0340.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689276724209670418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cs9E4iRKRs4/TvRfCK1Qe-I/AAAAAAAADOg/Gh37B_p6aG8/s1600/IMG_0342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cs9E4iRKRs4/TvRfCK1Qe-I/AAAAAAAADOg/Gh37B_p6aG8/s320/IMG_0342.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689276720147889122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both traditional Thai massage and foot reflexology is RM25 per 1-hour. This is damn cheap compare to M'sia. The only decent Thai massage in KL is Thai Odyssey and if not mistaken they charge RM88 per hour. See the difference?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Massage was awesome. I like it now. Haha.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, coming up next is Phuket Fantasea, one of the top Things-To-Do in Phuket. So, stay tune!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7785654359005876348-1525852200174435349?l=christinalfc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/feeds/1525852200174435349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7785654359005876348&amp;postID=1525852200174435349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/1525852200174435349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/1525852200174435349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/2011/12/phuket-getaway-part-2.html' title='Phuket getaway (Part 2)'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02947922450524617196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g0zRorC7iYI/TvRfm04jAnI/AAAAAAAADQ8/loyv3oB_IQc/s72-c/IMG_0049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7785654359005876348.post-7581694212766243209</id><published>2011-12-23T01:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T02:51:05.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phuket getaway (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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line-height: 115%; font-family: georgia;" lang="EN-US"&gt;We both think it was the best holiday any one of us could ever ask for. We promised to try our best to fit in a two-of-us-only holiday every end of the year. Last year we went to Scenery, Thailand (that place was beautiful) and this year, we went to Phuket. This fella here was so caught up with work for months, job after job, deadline after deadline, which seems highly unlikely he could fit in any holiday. I never gave up on our plan. Didn’t your parents teach you how to never give up? My mum even asked me (a few times) when are we going on a holiday. I’ve tried selecting dates and holiday places too many times it’s not even funny. Of course he turned down all of them except for one, Phuket. Well, never mind the past, things are better when you least expect them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: georgia;" lang="EN-US"&gt;It feels so damn good to be away from the office laptop and leaving behind work. Not a second over the four days I was thinking about work. Not too sure about Dearest though. He probably is too stressed up but didn't show just so to not "potong stim" the holiday, haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: georgia;" lang="EN-US"&gt;A month before the holiday, I was searching for hotels at various websites. In my mind, I wanted a villa, we go all the way to Phuket, with great beaches, I just don't feel like staying in an ordinary hotel, in tall buildings, located in town centre. Boy, villa isn't cheap, it is ridiculous. Villa per night can go up to RM1,800 per night. I finally found this villa, it reminds me alot of Scenery, located in Kata Beach (two beaches away from Patong), 15km away to be exact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: georgia;" lang="EN-US"&gt;When we arrived at the hotel, we were greeted by friendly local Thai staff. The lobby wasn't a lobby. It is smaller than a unit of villa, just nice for a reception table, computer and sofa set. We were served Ribena ( i don't know what is it but it tasted like Ribena).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: georgia;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LB18hvGWAqs/TvRTsNMVPKI/AAAAAAAADLk/XmhQSwJ7Wvg/s1600/IMG_0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LB18hvGWAqs/TvRTsNMVPKI/AAAAAAAADLk/XmhQSwJ7Wvg/s320/IMG_0014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689264248196512930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After checking in, we hopped onto a buggy and 2 staffs brought us on a tour around the resort before arriving our villa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-td3XJvs4C5k/TvRTscsAqvI/AAAAAAAADLw/2caQIpidyRE/s1600/IMG_0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-td3XJvs4C5k/TvRTscsAqvI/AAAAAAAADLw/2caQIpidyRE/s320/IMG_0021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689264252355914482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view of the villa's pool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zLe1VLvli1M/TvRU2cTRSYI/AAAAAAAADMg/SvDpkhClvDA/s1600/IMG_0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zLe1VLvli1M/TvRU2cTRSYI/AAAAAAAADMg/SvDpkhClvDA/s320/IMG_0030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689265523562465666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's our room, at the lower floor, which have access to the pool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uokGq47cdcI/TvRU3kxL-0I/AAAAAAAADNE/Szqg-gOx6M8/s1600/IMG_0352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uokGq47cdcI/TvRU3kxL-0I/AAAAAAAADNE/Szqg-gOx6M8/s320/IMG_0352.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689265543015299906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our room, that is. There is mosquito netting because the resort is surrounded by greens and swimming pool. On our first night I got a shock on the amount of mosquitos in the room. They were gathering and partying around at every part of the room. We felt so threatened we called the hotel staff to spray insect repellent. The nights after that was better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8UhlMV0Pdb4/TvRTt1yQz-I/AAAAAAAADMU/Gf0IovbArpc/s1600/IMG_0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 179px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8UhlMV0Pdb4/TvRTt1yQz-I/AAAAAAAADMU/Gf0IovbArpc/s320/IMG_0028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689264276272893922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a useful ladder. We hang swimsuit, clothes, towels etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qcgwYYKtxR4/TvRTtRs0HnI/AAAAAAAADMM/MvuL4XLpDcM/s1600/IMG_0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 179px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qcgwYYKtxR4/TvRTtRs0HnI/AAAAAAAADMM/MvuL4XLpDcM/s320/IMG_0026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689264266586365554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bathtub. From the looks of it, clearly it can only fit one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--k26-anVL7Y/TvRTswMeAqI/AAAAAAAADL8/6NkiY9qPYbA/s1600/IMG_0025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--k26-anVL7Y/TvRTswMeAqI/AAAAAAAADL8/6NkiY9qPYbA/s320/IMG_0025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689264257592328866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With pool access, we jump in and out of the pool anytime we feel like it. In the afternoon, when the weather gets too hot, we hop into the pool. How often you get to do that in KL. We would just stay in our room and on the air-cond, or go to the nearby shopping mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_7YrFdQRyhQ/TvRU2vA70rI/AAAAAAAADMs/Sw6PFhs-xb0/s1600/IMG_0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 179px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_7YrFdQRyhQ/TvRU2vA70rI/AAAAAAAADMs/Sw6PFhs-xb0/s320/IMG_0054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689265528585835186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pool is very long, with pool access villas on both left and right side. We can see family or couples chilling at the balcony, have a beer while reading by the pool. It feels like we're in a whole new place. Plus, 90% guests there are ang-mohs, it totally didn't feel like we're in Thailand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_qRnDIKzAWE/TvRVKnAcqDI/AAAAAAAADN8/hJ2-4gF5yvs/s1600/IMG_0374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_qRnDIKzAWE/TvRVKnAcqDI/AAAAAAAADN8/hJ2-4gF5yvs/s320/IMG_0374.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689265870033692722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QzDCw5sT0M0/TvRVKOMvtgI/AAAAAAAADNs/AhvoGgMFKx0/s1600/IMG_0372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QzDCw5sT0M0/TvRVKOMvtgI/AAAAAAAADNs/AhvoGgMFKx0/s320/IMG_0372.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689265863374386690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sivtavXIftg/TvRVJ5A1FeI/AAAAAAAADNg/ag439YH3w7s/s1600/IMG_0370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sivtavXIftg/TvRVJ5A1FeI/AAAAAAAADNg/ag439YH3w7s/s320/IMG_0370.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689265857687262690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O6oD4z9h774/TvRVLZv0lfI/AAAAAAAADOQ/iI1ZpGhXACQ/s1600/IMG_0383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 179px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O6oD4z9h774/TvRVLZv0lfI/AAAAAAAADOQ/iI1ZpGhXACQ/s320/IMG_0383.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689265883654166002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kTWRkqLQqLc/TvRVLeaok4I/AAAAAAAADOE/jinykQhEVT8/s1600/IMG_0380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kTWRkqLQqLc/TvRVLeaok4I/AAAAAAAADOE/jinykQhEVT8/s320/IMG_0380.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689265884907475842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the sun is setting and wind is strong, we would sit by the pool, have some snacks. Our usuals are coconut, mangoe and Lays potato chips, spot it, haha. Dearest will be reading the newspaper, and myself... munching awayy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q-zhptwrlUg/TvRU3DZqciI/AAAAAAAADM4/JWEgF1u6wZg/s1600/IMG_0348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q-zhptwrlUg/TvRU3DZqciI/AAAAAAAADM4/JWEgF1u6wZg/s320/IMG_0348.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689265534058263074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then spot this poor bird on our poolchair. It has only one leg. So poor thing. He must be hurting. I get sad when I see stray dogs, or an old lady crossing the road alone or even a bird which got flattened over on the road =( Thus is life, sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-btRRTbj2hKU/TvRU4XQcsjI/AAAAAAAADNQ/OYdIW7OZ1gE/s1600/IMG_0365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-btRRTbj2hKU/TvRU4XQcsjI/AAAAAAAADNQ/OYdIW7OZ1gE/s320/IMG_0365.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689265556568191538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come on the Phuket holiday. 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It clearly shows how they value their staffs. A quarter of other firms which have annual dinner. Over the past years, they have blamed it all on poor economic outlook, yada yada yada and that too leads to the lil peanut bonus we get each year. We all complain and complain and surprisingly we all stay put and never left our job, yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this year, 2011, we had a lavish Shanghai night dinner at KL Convention Centre. It was very well organised with booths outside the ballroom for cotton candy, tarot card reading, picture from Shanghai. Kudos to whoever's smart idea. Then there was flashmob seconds before the opening of ballroom. I must comment that the food was great. It is not often you can find good food at a ballroom dinner. Mass production makes food sucks! Free flow of red/white wine, Heineken beer, heaven for beer drinkers. There were performances by Comedy Court. Watched them on video before. They're *'ing farneyyyy. Comedy Court is made up of 2 indian fellas in a Massage Spa. They talk all sorts of funny nonsense that just make you laugh your a** off, including dirty jokes. Their chinese accent made them even more funny. I wouldn't mind if they hired Harith Iskandar or Douglas Lim though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they had Ning Baizura on that night. She has such big amazing voice. Emcee for the night was Serena C. And of course the lucky draw. Was thinking of how it feels to win a lucky draw prize. Because I have never won a lucky draw in my life. Was just wondering when will that moment be, cos I would love love love to win one. Who wouldn't right! Think, iPad2, Iphone4s, PS3, Samsung Galaxy Tab, trip to Shanghai, Hongkong, Taiwan *gasppppp for as long*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's best about this quadrannual dinner is that hundreds of people dress up according to the Shanghai Nights theme. They had some who dressed up like olden days mafia. Some who dressed up like martial arts master. Most girls came in cheongsam. I bought my cheongsam from a well-known shop. No doubt they have many designs, but when alot of people who is attending the dinner buys from that one place, I was worried I bump into a same cheongsam. Thankfully, there was none. Otherwise, I should consider wrapping myself in a shawl. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures from that night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QWlZTJ0dH7I/TujtjSd0qyI/AAAAAAAADLE/_6CG43wvK4A/s1600/IMG_0063.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/-QWlZTJ0dH7I/TujtjSd0qyI/AAAAAAAADLE/_6CG43wvK4A/s320/IMG_0063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686055720063380258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O-LWh8UFsJ8/Tujtif45SjI/AAAAAAAADK4/AeCFfx3ZcXY/s1600/IMG_0075.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/-O-LWh8UFsJ8/Tujtif45SjI/AAAAAAAADK4/AeCFfx3ZcXY/s320/IMG_0075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686055706486721074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-abfqyK5Xtdo/TujthJXE0HI/AAAAAAAADKs/89ntrVXM3b4/s1600/IMG_0038.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/-abfqyK5Xtdo/TujthJXE0HI/AAAAAAAADKs/89ntrVXM3b4/s320/IMG_0038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686055683259420786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-da1md5yJyF0/Tujtg3jM2cI/AAAAAAAADKg/4N7HkLiOnDg/s1600/IMG_0013.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/-da1md5yJyF0/Tujtg3jM2cI/AAAAAAAADKg/4N7HkLiOnDg/s320/IMG_0013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686055678478440898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fun and memorable evening. There were alot of picture taking involved. There was also a point where I walked aimlessly everywhere panicked looking for my Grandma's bracelet, which I dropped. And was relieved when I found it in a friend's doorgift bag. Phewww! Mum's gona be furious if I lose it. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, sure we hope there is annual dinner from next year onwards. As much as I dislike dressing up, I love being part of the dinner with colleagues I love. Catching up, snapping pictures defintely make my stay at the firm more worthwhile....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7785654359005876348-2006290625993264416?l=christinalfc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/feeds/2006290625993264416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7785654359005876348&amp;postID=2006290625993264416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/2006290625993264416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/2006290625993264416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/2011/12/quadrannual-dinner.html' title='Quadrannual dinner'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02947922450524617196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QWlZTJ0dH7I/TujtjSd0qyI/AAAAAAAADLE/_6CG43wvK4A/s72-c/IMG_0063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7785654359005876348.post-1184198462216745756</id><published>2011-12-02T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T10:03:29.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cocotei</title><content type='html'>Many would have known that Hajime is my favourite Japanese restaurant.  Few months ago, they have closed down due to authority order. Ever  since, I googled and googled, hoping there is a new address.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until,  a friend of mine, whom I just found out Hajime is his favourite  Japanese restaurant too, has found Hajime. It is now Cocotei. First thing that came into my mind was the name Hajime sounds better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T-7szf8_a5U/TtkQ9SW6oWI/AAAAAAAADKU/ou0WbTUIwfA/s1600/cocotei.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/-T-7szf8_a5U/TtkQ9SW6oWI/AAAAAAAADKU/ou0WbTUIwfA/s320/cocotei.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681591049990611298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Excitedly, I made my first visit to Cocotei. My visit was in conjunction with Dearest's mum's bday. The setting, the tables and chairs, cutleries, tatami style seating were almost identical with the old place. I could even recognise most of the staffs' faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their menu were somewhat similar, or not, more extensive. Black spider, california cheese maki and hotatei ninniku are still my favourite. The best thing was that, it tasted exactly the same as before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That friend of mine, knew I love Hajime, now Cocotei, tempts me all the time, by sending me his location (at Cocotei) and food pictures (from Cocotei) as he frequents that place so much i am jealous! Cis!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time Dearest wana belanja me dinner, i definitely choose Cocotei! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7785654359005876348-1184198462216745756?l=christinalfc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/feeds/1184198462216745756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7785654359005876348&amp;postID=1184198462216745756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/1184198462216745756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/1184198462216745756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/2011/12/cocotei.html' title='Cocotei'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02947922450524617196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T-7szf8_a5U/TtkQ9SW6oWI/AAAAAAAADKU/ou0WbTUIwfA/s72-c/cocotei.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7785654359005876348.post-4521254720635971282</id><published>2011-08-25T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T09:02:50.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ranting</title><content type='html'>Because of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;AUDIT&lt;/span&gt;, I have become mentally, physically and emotionally drained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;AUDIT&lt;/span&gt;, I have become so blur with everything other than work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;AUDIT&lt;/span&gt;, I have been such a dull person, a person no one wants to be friends with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;AUDIT&lt;/span&gt;, I have been so anti-social, minimal conversation with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;AUDIT&lt;/span&gt;, I have been replacing sleep with coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;AUDIT&lt;/span&gt;, I have eyebags and darkcircles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;AUDIT&lt;/span&gt;, I spend minimal time with my family, as if I don't have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;AUDIT&lt;/span&gt;... i would love to run far far away from it soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who in the world invented a job named &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;AUDIT&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;AUDIT&lt;/span&gt; is inhumane. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;AUDIT&lt;/span&gt; is not for humans to do. It is for robots. Now I AM A ROBOT! Every weekday, I wake up, rush out of the house, get stuck in a jam, reach client's place or office, switch on laptop and start working my a** off. Then before I know it, it's already  5.30pm. Continue working until someone or myself decide to leave, go home, eat whatever that is, go to bed. A day come and go by so quickly. Time really flies. Before I can have sufficient time to rest and take a breather, the next day repeats. Such is a ROBOT life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We AUDITORS portray a ROBOT lifestyle. Auditors never go back at 5.30pm. the office looks calm and peaceful as if it is still during working hours, no one budges from their seat. By 7pm, only you can start seeing people stretching, chit chatting, taking a toilet break, refill their cup of coffee. Then, continue working until wee hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do i love my job? Before I go there, do i like my job? Oh no, rephrase, do i hate my job? No, of course I don't hate it, otherwise why I choose to be in audit in the first place. I don't like or love it either. It's not I haven't tested the water during my vacation training at the other big4. I remember vividly that on the last day, walking out of that office, I told myself in my head "Never to return to audit" but I did! People say audit has so much to offer, audit is a good training ground, audit trains you to be an allrounder in terms of attention to detail, going by the principles and rules, managing people (juniors, superiors, clients etc), managing time and working under pressure. So, I believe I can do it, I believe I can do it well, I want to prove to myself that I will learn as much and be good and successful at audit. Of course I will only allow myself that specific timeframe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I firmly believe that the grass is greener on the other side. The world is huge, the world has so much to offer. There are so much more interesting things that are happening outside or even around me which I am unaware of. I will one day, flap my wings, fly up high, in search of better things in life. I believe I can find that one thing that suits me most, and more importantly, that makes me happy and proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I am a complain'er at this moment. I complain so much about my work. Because at this very moment, I am so tired! I am so sick of my work. I am grumpy. I am pissed. I will puke if I am squeezed further. I do not want to reach to a stage where I will literally slam client's phone calls or literally throw files back at manager and tell him/her, "You do!" HAHAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7785654359005876348-4521254720635971282?l=christinalfc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/feeds/4521254720635971282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7785654359005876348&amp;postID=4521254720635971282' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/4521254720635971282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/4521254720635971282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/2011/08/ranting.html' title='Ranting'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02947922450524617196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7785654359005876348.post-5404470220142083170</id><published>2011-08-25T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T08:13:25.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i sulk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whaaaat? I am saving up for this bow necklace and now they tell me it's a discontinued item! Are you kidding me?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gYmFSOYofQY/TlZmIzB2Y3I/AAAAAAAADJs/xm4d6GY2iDU/s1600/swarowski%2Bribbon%2Bnecklace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 187px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gYmFSOYofQY/TlZmIzB2Y3I/AAAAAAAADJs/xm4d6GY2iDU/s320/swarowski%2Bribbon%2Bnecklace.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644811484278449010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7785654359005876348-5404470220142083170?l=christinalfc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/feeds/5404470220142083170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7785654359005876348&amp;postID=5404470220142083170' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/5404470220142083170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/5404470220142083170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/2011/08/whaaaat-i-am-saving-up-for-this-bow.html' title='i sulk'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02947922450524617196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gYmFSOYofQY/TlZmIzB2Y3I/AAAAAAAADJs/xm4d6GY2iDU/s72-c/swarowski%2Bribbon%2Bnecklace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7785654359005876348.post-1207510239548340762</id><published>2011-08-24T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T08:25:14.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;h6  style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center; font-family: courier new;font-family:georgia;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;"It  has been said that everlasting friends go long periods of time without  speaking and never question the friendship. These friends pick up like  they just spoke yesterday, regardless of how long it has been or how far  away they live; they don't hold grudges. They understand that life is  busy and know that you will always love them."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7785654359005876348-1207510239548340762?l=christinalfc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/feeds/1207510239548340762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7785654359005876348&amp;postID=1207510239548340762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/1207510239548340762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/1207510239548340762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/2011/08/thoughts.html' title='thoughts'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02947922450524617196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7785654359005876348.post-5298834218718039685</id><published>2011-08-20T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T11:49:30.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this time, it's a perfect 10</title><content type='html'>One day last week, I struggled with terrible stomach cramps at work, and yet I couldn't get off work, you know, because of work. Just as when I managed to get off work, my legs were weak it was the longest and horrendous journey home. I have stomach cramps so often that I rate them. Like 1(tingling pain) to 10 (full force all out pain). This time, it's a perfect 10. "Perfect!!" *air quote*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest last minute decide to pay me a visit. Yeah, he's so used to me having stomach cramps, it hardly concerns him anymore. Instead of him conforting me, I had to layan his sprained ankle, aching arms and headache. So I went massaging his ankle, arms and forehead. Boys will be boys, they're just lousy at comforting their girlfriends, no skills at all, or is it just Dearest. Pfft. Everyday, he claims himself to be the "best" *air quote* boyfriend in the world. Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stomach cramps, there's nothing much anyone can do about it, other than to just let time pass and let the cramps subside. Unfair!! I am so going to have Dearest do the same as what I did for him one day.. massage my aching back, while he's having a flu or something. I could have said something more serious, like a fever, but I never want to curse him that! xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7785654359005876348-5298834218718039685?l=christinalfc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/feeds/5298834218718039685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7785654359005876348&amp;postID=5298834218718039685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/5298834218718039685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/5298834218718039685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/2011/08/one-of-worst.html' title='this time, it&apos;s a perfect 10'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02947922450524617196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7785654359005876348.post-7265846053584376747</id><published>2011-08-20T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T11:28:40.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOMAIGOD!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somebody at the office is carrying my &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DREAM BAG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;*faints*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SOO-5XLzEzk/Tk_8B4l_8MI/AAAAAAAADJk/bFWC3CHiks4/s1600/bagmiumiu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643005967420354754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SOO-5XLzEzk/Tk_8B4l_8MI/AAAAAAAADJk/bFWC3CHiks4/s320/bagmiumiu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Never in a million years I am willing to splurge on one of these.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Still...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;*faints*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7785654359005876348-7265846053584376747?l=christinalfc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/feeds/7265846053584376747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7785654359005876348&amp;postID=7265846053584376747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/7265846053584376747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/7265846053584376747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/2011/08/homaigod.html' title='HOMAIGOD!!'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02947922450524617196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SOO-5XLzEzk/Tk_8B4l_8MI/AAAAAAAADJk/bFWC3CHiks4/s72-c/bagmiumiu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7785654359005876348.post-2205255106063475902</id><published>2011-08-20T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T10:52:22.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>unlucky car</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wGFE8P8_2LA/Tk_sB2-VVSI/AAAAAAAADJc/vPVmsNHxU5s/s1600/car308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642988374799504674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wGFE8P8_2LA/Tk_sB2-VVSI/AAAAAAAADJc/vPVmsNHxU5s/s320/car308.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was love at first sight when Dearest lay eyes upon the 308 Turbo in a Peugeot showroom one and a half year ago. His eyes were set for the RED. SPICY RED, his favourite colour. He loves the 308 Turbo's smoking hot and looks, as well as the car's top performance level. I am pretty sure he fell for the panoramic moon roof and other gadgets that comes with the car. OK, simple, let's name the car "BABY".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The turbocharged car is so powerful, I wonder if Dearest floored the acceleration. I know he have always wanted to test BABY's high speed. I can assure you he has never done it with me inside. Even if he did he will never have spilled it to me. He knows it too well that I will give him a good long lecture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Initially I wasn't a fan of BABY, for no particular reason. But i guess, it kinda grow into you. It is so spicy RED it gets people's attention on the road. I believe it does make the driver feel good and much more confident. HAHA. Speaking from experience, I once drove BABY to a client's office, the guard let me park in the office compound even though parking was full. I felt damn paisehh while my colleague had to park outside. As soon as I got down of BABY, the guard said, "KERETA CANTIKKK" Hmmm, he certainly have good taste. It feels good to have people complimenting your car, hence that leads to the confidence part I was talking about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I know why Dearest love BABY so much. He takes pretty good care of it. When he first got BABY, he vowed to self- wash it every weekend. Easier said than done, he stopped at week 8. Soon after, he sends BABY to the car wash shop nearby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now, a chronology of how Dearest's BABY became a rotten apple. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) BABY's tyre punctured on the way back from work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Few months later, BABY's tyre punctured on the way to work (AGAIN!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) BABY's back window got smashed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) BABY's depolution system failure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) BABY's gearbox failure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a handful of problems yeah? Due to all of the above, it has caused much incovenience to all, everyone now dislikes BABY. That poor thing.. Dearest is disowning it! Looking at the trend of number of times BABY is visiting the workshop, the trend isn't gonna stop just there. Dearest is of course heavy-hearted to be separated with BABY. So am I. Before it causes more inconvenience, BABY shall be disowned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A moment of silence for baby (hahahaha, so lame yeah!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7785654359005876348-2205255106063475902?l=christinalfc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/feeds/2205255106063475902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7785654359005876348&amp;postID=2205255106063475902' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/2205255106063475902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/2205255106063475902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/2011/08/unlucky-car.html' title='unlucky car'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02947922450524617196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wGFE8P8_2LA/Tk_sB2-VVSI/AAAAAAAADJc/vPVmsNHxU5s/s72-c/car308.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7785654359005876348.post-6676814708387080703</id><published>2011-08-15T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T09:57:02.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the reason</title><content type='html'>They are the reason why I am still where I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They can be really stressed up and &lt;em&gt;MIA&lt;/em&gt; during peak period. But the common things we share "WORK" creates a bond between us. We are very different people, when put together, we instantly click. We have helped each other go through one of the toughest chapter of our lives, the ICAA. Back on our 1st experience, we collectively accepted the challenge. 2 years later, we conquered it. I am so very proud with all of our determination and achievement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eMXmYTgekP8/TklNjlvBl_I/AAAAAAAADJU/hi-mqsQux4k/s1600/pic3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641125282078365682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eMXmYTgekP8/TklNjlvBl_I/AAAAAAAADJU/hi-mqsQux4k/s320/pic3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yDz_Yfzppg8/TklNjuF7O0I/AAAAAAAADJM/pf1EnReamoM/s1600/pic2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641125284321901378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yDz_Yfzppg8/TklNjuF7O0I/AAAAAAAADJM/pf1EnReamoM/s320/pic2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-83ZuZsgvLQU/TklNjctkxfI/AAAAAAAADJE/68GEWtBeD6E/s1600/pic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641125279656363506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-83ZuZsgvLQU/TklNjctkxfI/AAAAAAAADJE/68GEWtBeD6E/s320/pic1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU GIRLS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7785654359005876348-6676814708387080703?l=christinalfc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/feeds/6676814708387080703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7785654359005876348&amp;postID=6676814708387080703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/6676814708387080703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/6676814708387080703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/2011/08/reason.html' title='the reason'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02947922450524617196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eMXmYTgekP8/TklNjlvBl_I/AAAAAAAADJU/hi-mqsQux4k/s72-c/pic3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7785654359005876348.post-6074025705315948900</id><published>2011-08-11T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T10:00:14.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the one questionaire</title><content type='html'>Hello&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; everybody! How is work? Work is just never ending, worse, my head is pounding and yet I have to force myself not to sleep just to finish up as much as possible amount of work. I am officially a grumpy&lt;/span&gt; lady. Don't come near or else I will bite. Been so busy at work I had no time to pee, no time to connect to Maxis Bband, no time to answer phone calls, no time to reply smses, this week and next will be just crappy. I need a good sleep. Sobs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing made my day today on top of all the things that has happened today..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A questionaire &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Dearest secretly did awhile ago, only to find it in one of his computer folder and he read it out to me. I had a goooood laugh........ After reading it, I began to wonder about myself, my relationship and my d&lt;/span&gt;aily life, plus points, bad points etc etc. I have not gotten his approval to have the questionaire posted on my blog, will get it tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: if you not into a lovey dovey thingy or read some icky picky LAME stuffs about this grumpy ol' lady, please refrain yourself from scrolling down your mouse/keypad further and kindly proceed to click the little "x" on the top right hand corner of your screen. Thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*no editing or rephrasal*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;1) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;Tell us about the first time you met and your first impression of him/her:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;The first time I met her was at college in Sunway where we were both doing MUFY. One of her friends ask me what is that yellow band I was wearing. It was actually a LiveStrong band and she thought that it was a Liverpool band. I will never ever wear a Liverpool band. And that was the first time I met her.&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;2) What's a weird habit or quirk that she has?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;She likes to dig her nose and wipes her OPISAI on me! HMPPPH&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt; C: Noooooo! Not TRUE!!!!! I threaten him when he irritates me, but never wipe LAH!!! HAHAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;3) What makes her sad?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18pt;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;When we fight or when I hurt her feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18pt;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;4) What makes her angry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18pt;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;When things don’t go as plan or when she doesn’t get something she wants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18pt;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;5) What excites her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;Me me and me! Haha&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;6) Tell us something funny about her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;The way she insist on being the last to wake up. Whenever we were in Australia she would always insist I wake up first followed by Seng Woo and then only would she force herself to wake up. I also find it funny when I try to touch her stomach with my cold hands to wake her up and she would make a funny noise to beg me to stop.Hahaha&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt; C: Damn right, i hate morning wake ups. They're just to painful for my body. I will snooze 6 times every 5 minutes = 30 minutes, every single morning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18pt;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;7) What's she like at home?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;Very lazy I guess. Most of the time would be spent watching her Chinese series on Astro on Demand or English series on her ever trustable (super slow) Dell Inspiron =P &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;C: The Dell Inspiron is sitting at home collecting dust, I am so busy I do not have time to on my personal laptop. I solely face my work laptop =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18pt;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;8) What's she like at work/school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;I presume she was really nerdy in school as she was the type who really liked to study and was very kiasu. If I am not mistaken she has never ever gotten a C for any exam in her life. I think if she got a B she would be sad for a whole week &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;C: Exaggerating!! I have gotten Cs ler.... Really.... And i wasn't sad about it even....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18pt;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;9) Describe her room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;The first thing I notice about her room was her big bed which I admit is really comfy. At the side of her bed is a small wooden table where she studies really hard day and night. Haha I assume that is where she scores all her A’s and HD too. Opposite her bed is her closet which is full of clothes and I mean really full! She really has too many clothes. Her room as she likes to call it is also a multi purpose room so next to her cupboard is a pile of junks where everybody just throw their unwanted stuffs there. I also like her durian piggy bank that she has at the side of her bed and the amount of glow in the dark stickers she has planted behind her bed and on top of the wall &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;C:Well-described. Update: no more stickers d.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18pt;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;10) What's her best friend like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;Really quiet and shy like she is. But I think if u put two of them together they could talk forever until the cows come home. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;C: Tammy, u know it's u! *pointing at you*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18pt;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;11) Do you know who she hates the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18pt;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I don’t think she really hates anyone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;12) Have you met her exes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18pt;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;She doesn’t have any so no =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18pt;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;13) Do her parents like you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I would say yes at least I think they do especially her dad who is something like my bff. Hahaha he loves telling me stories and I enjoy listening to him. I also think that because he is always surrounded by 4 ladies in the house it is nice to get a little company from a guy sometimes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18pt;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;14) What's the first thing she would do or say if she fell down and scraped her knee?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;Ouch and proceed to cry if its really painful. haha&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt; C: Ironically, i don't cry when in pain, i cry for other reasons...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18pt;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;15) What would she do in an emergency situation with other people involved?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;Let other people take charge of the situation and be on the stand by to help whenever she is needed. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18pt;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;16) Which shop would she spend most of the time at in a shopping mall?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;This is an easy one, any shops that sells clothes or shoes &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;C: Another update, i am a retired shopaholic. Shopping malls doesn't interest me anymore. Ne ne ne ne nehh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18pt;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;17) What would she have for a typical breakfast?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;She doesn’t eat breakfast! At least she doesn’t before I force her to eat. Haha I think when she goes to work she would probably have an apple or bread with kaya &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;C: Thanks to you i now love breakkie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18pt;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;18) Where would she want to go for dinner?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18pt;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;Japanese food but she is currently sick of it so maybe Italian? haha &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;C: I am a foodie! I eat almost everything under the sun! I enjoy it every minute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18pt;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;19) What kind of movie would she choose at the cinema?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;Any movies that looks interesting. She doesn’t really fancy action and fighting movies and prefers romantic comedies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18pt;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;20) Describe her taste in music?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18pt;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;She likes any songs that has a nice beat to it. Haha I don’t think she likes rap music a lot though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18pt;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;21) If she wasn't going out with you, who would she be going out with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;I am not going to answer this question because I think that she would be going out with me forever. I love her too much to ever let her go so I would say no one! Hahaha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18pt;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;22) What item in her wardrobe would you like to burn?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;Any tops with loads of buttons on it. Haha I cant stand those tops with more than two buttons. Period! &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;C: Cissss!! Buttons are nice! I like buttons. I like to pick up random button tops/dresses at stores just to annoy him! Haha.... I get the "are you kidding me!" look all the time!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18pt;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;23) What is she good at?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;She's good at anything that is related to studies! She is really smart and I really look up to her for that. I think she will also be a great auditor =) (there might be a lot of grumbles for waking up early though)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18pt;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;24) What is she totally horrible at?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18pt;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;Playing video games &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;C: what to do, hand-eye coordination abit cacated!!! what to do, i don't have such privilege when I was a kid, unlike someone! ahem ahemmm!! I just had my first streetfighter game at an age of 24!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18pt;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;25) Wat's something about her that is annoying/infuriating?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;Nothing much really. Everything about her is perfect I love my honey just the way she is and I wouldn’t trade her for anything else in the world. I LOVE YOU CHRISTINA NG PO NI &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18pt;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;26) What's something that you two fundamentally disagree on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18pt;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;That Manchester United is definitely a better team than Liverpool. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;C: at this point in time, i would love to believe Liverpool is still a better team. you can say i am living in my own world =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18pt;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;27) What's something that you two agree whole-heartedly on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18pt;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;Our love for each other and how we want to spend the rest of our lives together &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;C: ILYVM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18pt;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;28) Is she possessive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18pt;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;Yes very =) and I love her for that &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;C: Weiiii........ don't make false statement please!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18pt;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;29) Why would she succeed in life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;She's smart and works hard so I am certain that she will definitely succeed in life. She doesn’t let anything stop her from achieving her dream. Did I mention she is seriously smart? Hahaha she just hates it when I call her smart but I just love saying it. I also think she will make a great housewife and mother of our children &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;C: I know i once said that my occupation was to be a housewife! I have changed my goal in life, I want to be a successful career woman!! *punch fist in the air*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18pt;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;30) What is the coolest gift that she has ever given you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;All the specially hand-written cards she gives me on all our anniversary. I love every single one of them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18pt;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;31) What does she avoid at all costs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18pt;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;Chocolates!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18pt;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;32) What does she spend the most money on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18pt;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;Clothes and food for her family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18pt;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;33) Describe her typical Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;Right now Sundays are her time for recharging her batteries after a long week of work. So she does not get up anytime before 11. I guess after that every Sunday is different. If she goes out with me we would probably just hangout and walk around in malls or chill at her place or mind just lying down and wasting time until its time to go back =(. I hate goodbyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18pt;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;34) Why would she be dangerous?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;I don’t think she can be dangerous. Hahaha but when she is mad I suggest u do not go near her as she can be really scary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18pt;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;35) Tell us about a time she looked absolutely gorgeous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;She looks gorgeous every single day but if I had to pick one is when she wakes up every morning with her long sleeves pajamas and her messy hair. I would tickle her to make her get up but she just wouldn’t budge and I think at that moment is when I think she looks gorgeous =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18pt;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;36) What's something about her that would surprise all of her friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;That she can multi task extremely well. She can be watching her series on the computer, reading blogs, surfing the internet for nice clothes and doing her assignment all at the same time. AMAZING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18pt;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;37) What do you love most about her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;Her smile and the way she just tells me stories about her past. I have heard very pitiful stories of her as a child where she has to wait one whole day for her parents to pick her up from school and I can just imagine my cute PO NI sitting there on the bench her legs not touching the floor just waiting and waiting. I would like to go there and just give her a big hug and tell her don’t worry you will never have to ever wait like that again when you meet your future boyfriend Gan Hua Choon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18pt;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;38) The biggest lesson you have learnt from loving your soulmate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;That you can never take anything for granted. Being in a relationship has thought me to be more understanding and sometimes it is all about compromising. You cant always have everything your way. I just feel lucky to be able to find my soulmate and spend the rest of my life with her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******the end***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, kindly refresh the new things you have learned today about Christina Ng. Some are true and some aren't. Don't judge, please don't judge. This questionaire is purely for the fun of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest claims i have done the exact same questionaire. I am very very very sure I have never seen this questionaire before. I will try look for it, if I have, I will reveal it. LOL. juicy details about Dearest!! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7785654359005876348-6074025705315948900?l=christinalfc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/feeds/6074025705315948900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7785654359005876348&amp;postID=6074025705315948900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/6074025705315948900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/6074025705315948900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/2011/08/one-questionaire.html' title='the one questionaire'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02947922450524617196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7785654359005876348.post-2503350735469341333</id><published>2011-08-06T10:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T11:29:56.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>diamond ring - a whole new level</title><content type='html'>Myself and a close friend were talking diamond ring over dinner, from carats to clarity, from Wah Chan to Tiffany &amp;amp; Co, from engagement to marriage, even to silver and gold bars. All because she sells gold bars and is familiar with this industry and ahemm ahemm, surveying for few herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I myself have learned alot over the past few months, following my cousin in and out of branded jewelry stores in KLCC and Pavilion. She will be doing the quetioning and i will be listening. The carat stuffs are pretty simple, it is the weight, the greater the carat, the more expensive it is. I was and still blur on the clarity stuffs. Like, F (Flawless) means the diamond have no inclusions/blemishes. IF (Internally Flawless) means no inclusions, only small blemishes on diamond surface. VVS (Very, very slightly included) have minute inclusions that are difficult to see. So there's VVS 1 and 2. And the list goes on. But lower than that, is the lower grade ones that is not sought after by my cousin. And all these inclusions/blemishes can only be seen under don't know how many times magnifying glass. Pheww!!! That took me quite a while to understand. I am sure there are other elements to grading a diamond, go Google it up yourself =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that close friend of mine, let's call her Posh. Boyy, she knows her diamond ring well. She surveys the ones at the highest end. She showed me this, Boucheron. Whoawww, my eyes were instantly floating on air when i saw it. Their range of engagement rings/wedding bands totally caught my eyes. It is one of a kind, i think Boucheron has brough engagement rings/wedding bands to a whole new level. Over the past few months, i see the same thing, well if not same, it is similar, either solitaire or non-solitaire, round or square cut diamond. Boring.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could picture my engagement ring/ wedding band to be different. I wanna be different. Nothing like what I have seen over the past months. By different i mean.. *lo and behold*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quatre Follies Solitaire. I like how it is designed. The diamond around the ring AND the solitaire is so classy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637800896541442722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ff48nm4CK_E/Tj1-C4i7QqI/AAAAAAAADIs/XCxndGgzF20/s320/Quatre%2Bfollies%2Bsolitaire%2B0.2c.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quatre White Edition Diamond. Perfect for one who doesn't want to go for the boring solitaire. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637800894594561090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xwFmZ3JxqaE/Tj1-CxSwNEI/AAAAAAAADI0/EGOCbb3y9Cc/s320/quatre%2Bwhite%2Bedition%2Bdiamond.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Precieuses Pointes Diamant Solitaire. Not the boring flat surface of the ring, this has design, how cool is this ring...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637800890797858258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gT7WBKe_Jes/Tj1-CjJjHdI/AAAAAAAADIk/YQ3UEgm1eTc/s320/precieuses%2Bpointes%2Bde%2Bdiamant%2Bsolitaire%2B0.3c.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lucky quatre ring. This is hugeeee, wonder if i can pull this off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637800888081404178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8aSWqOUUHeU/Tj1-CZB5URI/AAAAAAAADIc/SGyS2HjmHjQ/s320/lucky%2Bquartre%2Bring.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayy, this post is of no intention of myself getting married whatsoever. This post is 100% of no intention to pressure Dearest, haha. I see something nice and wanting to share it here with you people. I bet a few weeks later, i will forget all about Boucheron. Hahaaa.. Until the day Posh wants me to go engagement ring shopping with her at Boucheron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going through their e-catalogue and came across this ring i remember so well a lady was wearing at Dearest's family dinner. It was so striking that it caught my eyes the minute she walks in. THIS is the humongous big-ass DIAMOND RING! *jaw drops onto the floor*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tyfAXf4wfDA/Tj1-DDvWt5I/AAAAAAAADI8/GQy3IRrVxoE/s1600/white%2Bdiamond%2Btentation%2Bmacaron.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637800899546363794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tyfAXf4wfDA/Tj1-DDvWt5I/AAAAAAAADI8/GQy3IRrVxoE/s320/white%2Bdiamond%2Btentation%2Bmacaron.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shall not start on the price la okay. This post shall end just here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7785654359005876348-2503350735469341333?l=christinalfc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/feeds/2503350735469341333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7785654359005876348&amp;postID=2503350735469341333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/2503350735469341333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/2503350735469341333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/2011/08/diamond-ring-whole-new-level.html' title='diamond ring - a whole new level'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02947922450524617196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ff48nm4CK_E/Tj1-C4i7QqI/AAAAAAAADIs/XCxndGgzF20/s72-c/Quatre%2Bfollies%2Bsolitaire%2B0.2c.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7785654359005876348.post-398708345646021829</id><published>2011-08-03T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T08:11:57.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>don't let your kids be overexposed to TV dramas</title><content type='html'>I was watching the telly not long ago, and came across a research in Taiwan which found that girls watching too many “idol dramas” featuring passionate scenes is causing the rising rates of premature puberty. Especially TV dramas that features pop Idol, celebrities with too many intimate scenes&lt;span class="HeadLineNewsContent1"&gt;, including kissing and, in quite a few, “bed scenes" which is inappropriate for children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pediatricians believe that that is one of the factors that lead to premature puberty in addition to obesity, consumption of fried food, brain damage and gonadal tumor. They explained that it is the &lt;span class="HeadLineNewsContent1"&gt;development of brain tumors which  triggers early activation of sexual functions, or diseases of sexual  glands to mature early and result in overproduction of sex hormones. There is an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="HeadLineNewsContent1"&gt;overexposure to sexual stimulants. Despite children's lack of  conscious understanding about sexual intercourse, their biological  system recognizes the action and that the brain stimulates an overabundance of sexual hormones, which,  in the long run, could result in premature puberty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This eight year old girl under study, has shown signs &lt;/span&gt;of breast development. Apart from the facts that she is obese and eats excessive friend chicken and chicken skin, she oftens stay up late with her mum to watch idol dramas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, all of you parents out there, keep your children away from Gossip Girls until they are in high school to avoid abnormal physical and mental development. HAHA!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7785654359005876348-398708345646021829?l=christinalfc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/feeds/398708345646021829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7785654359005876348&amp;postID=398708345646021829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/398708345646021829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/398708345646021829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/2011/08/dont-let-your-kids-be-overexposed-to-tv.html' title='don&apos;t let your kids be overexposed to TV dramas'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02947922450524617196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7785654359005876348.post-6918475064360740401</id><published>2011-08-03T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T07:47:31.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my mummy's reaction</title><content type='html'>My mum, sisters and I were walking in a mall at Manila. I was showing mum a pretty handbag then my 3rd sis said "Amy Winehouse is dead". My mum's instant reaction was "Aiyo!!!" *eyes wide open about to pop out* "Pity her". Then i was like "Pity her? She did this to herself. She has done nothing but cruelty to her own body. What is there to be pity about?" My mum nod in agreement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is when she says "Aiyo!!!"  *eyes wide open about to pop out* is so funny. No matter how small or big a news is, her reaction will be the same, a big reaction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7785654359005876348-6918475064360740401?l=christinalfc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/feeds/6918475064360740401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7785654359005876348&amp;postID=6918475064360740401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/6918475064360740401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/6918475064360740401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-mummys-reaction.html' title='my mummy&apos;s reaction'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02947922450524617196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7785654359005876348.post-3965650782715189862</id><published>2011-08-02T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T08:47:51.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The month of promotion and bonus</title><content type='html'>It is July! The favourite month of the year for all ***'ians. Simply because it is the month of promotion/progression/increment/bonus - all-in-one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the time to judge whether our hard work paid off, whether we are remunerated at a level that commensurates our level of hard work and also the time for some to decide whether to stay on or resign!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time around, the promotion and bonus have created a big hiatus in the office on a Friday. The hotdesking floor was unusually pack on that day. Weeks before the increment/bonus were out, Gossip Girl's rumour spreaded that increment will be at least 10-20% (as per market rate) and bonus will be between 3 to 5.6 months (depending on performance grading).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 31 Jul 2011, it was proven that Gossip Girl's nrumour were nothing but untrue. Not only that increment wasn't even 10%, bonus never came close to 5.6 months. Nevermind that, they could at least make it comparable to other Big4. What they're doing now is making it clear that they are not trying their best to keep valuable staffs and this will only lead to a bulk of resignations. They are already taking steps to lessen the impact by having monthly batches of new joiners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My batch can say, is the most affected batch. Not only we were delayed promotion due to the firm's amid decision to abolish the year-end promotion cycle leaving only the mid-year promotion cycle, half the batch that joined 9 months later than us, were promoted this time around, and being same ranked as us. This is unfair. Does that mean that they have the same experience as us? Or does that mean we can not work so hard because we are seen as the same rank as these people that joined the firm 9 months later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be totally fine if the increment was on percentage-based. But no, our pay is the same (depending on performance grading, of course). At the end of it all, their % increase in pay is definitely more than ours. That means the firm is remunerating them more than us. This is unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What more can we do? We tried voicing out our dissapointment before this and the response we got from higher management were not convincing at all. They tried to convince us to stay on longer, for few more years, looking at the vast knowledge and experiece we can gain. And that we should prioritize on the long-term knowledge and experience instead of the pay. Also that they cannot just attend to the request of my batch as we should all know that remuneration is assessed by ranking across industry and firm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People were also complaining about the bonus. I am happy with mine though. Not gonna complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next Monday I fell really sick. Flu, cough, phlegm, sorethroat - all at one go. My body was so weak i felt terrible. My manager thought this was an impact due to last Friday's bad news. Sweat, really!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7785654359005876348-3965650782715189862?l=christinalfc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/feeds/3965650782715189862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7785654359005876348&amp;postID=3965650782715189862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/3965650782715189862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/3965650782715189862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/2011/08/month-of-promotion-and-bonus.html' title='The month of promotion and bonus'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02947922450524617196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7785654359005876348.post-1083824045798685678</id><published>2011-07-28T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T10:47:08.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Officially joined the Thomas Sabo Charm Club</title><content type='html'>As a reward on my completion of ICAA (if you do not know what is ICAA, it is Institute of Chartered Accountants Australia =P people always give me the puzzled look when I say ICAA), Dearest surprised me with a Thomas Sabo charm bracelet. Awwww, sooo sweet. I never expected this, NEVER! I've never felt more lucky and appreciated. I texted my mum and she replied "Congrats! Well done!" That is what i normally get and that is the most i would expect from my parents or anyone else. My dad was even better, few days later he randomly asked me "So now do you want to do Masters?". In my head, I was like, HEHLO! I just went through 5 exams, I need a break, just for now. I knew him too well that in any event I say no, there goes a 15minutes lecture on the importance of achieving to your maximum capability or the maximum that the world offers you. Instead, I replied "I will look into it!". LOL! HELP ME! GAWD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And therefore, I never expected more than a "Congrats!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again DEAREST! You've surprised me enough, "for the year", LOL LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GZSlmkiaoAk/TjEqcunJzxI/AAAAAAAADIU/hv2DXDLws6c/s1600/thomas%2Bsabo%2Bcharm%2Bclub.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634331281854156562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GZSlmkiaoAk/TjEqcunJzxI/AAAAAAAADIU/hv2DXDLws6c/s320/thomas%2Bsabo%2Bcharm%2Bclub.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The BOW charm DEAREST got me, he knows me too well to know that I have a thing for BOWS and RIBBONS.. my first 5 working shoes somehow have bows/ribbons on them. =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7-t_WT4o9Hw/TjEqSVVp9sI/AAAAAAAADIM/przex52_GGE/s1600/bow.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634331103271188162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7-t_WT4o9Hw/TjEqSVVp9sI/AAAAAAAADIM/przex52_GGE/s320/bow.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The SNOWFLAKE charm I self-reward myself, the next day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am such a loser!!! Cannot tahan LAH, my itchy fingers are s rebellious!!!! I was about to go all-out hardcore and get 5 more charms to fill-up the bracelet. But NOOOO, i will take my own challenge to test my own patience. I shall only get a charm for each celebratory occasion in the future. This I believe will be more meaningful. And there my friends jokingly suggest that completing a marathon, completing an engagement, going for a weekend trip.. each is a celebratory occassion... =.=""" Pfffffftttttt!!! Really?? C'MON! I AM SERIOUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hE2xA374u2g/TjEqSI7rT4I/AAAAAAAADIE/G2e3TMOBgFg/s1600/snowflake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634331099940999042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hE2xA374u2g/TjEqSI7rT4I/AAAAAAAADIE/G2e3TMOBgFg/s320/snowflake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are set on this LONDON BUS charm. This will definitely be my next purchase from Thomas Sabo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634331100852020290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GyODflrpw3A/TjEqSMU4ZEI/AAAAAAAADH8/zpQ73vpadxQ/s320/londonbus.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I too LOVE LOVE LOVE this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VOBwpUbfQTE/TjEqR41zhgI/AAAAAAAADH0/endRC8jTr6w/s1600/heart%2Bwith%2Bwings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634331095621404162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VOBwpUbfQTE/TjEqR41zhgI/AAAAAAAADH0/endRC8jTr6w/s320/heart%2Bwith%2Bwings.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When will I ever be able to have a complete set to fill up my charm bracelet? What I like about Thomas Sabo is that they have a wide range of charms which are individually very cute and attractive. It is affordable too. For now, I should avoid any eye-contact with any Thomas Sabo shop I happen to pass in the near future, I never trust my itchy fingers, my shopaholic syndrome. My cousin suggested to me the other day that one day we shall go for charms shopping. Oh no!! How to turn her down? How to turn myself down? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am so excited I am talking nonsense! Silly.........&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F9SYiDLhSFE/TjEqR3n22kI/AAAAAAAADHs/8vJTPu_w8xs/s1600/misc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634331095294466626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F9SYiDLhSFE/TjEqR3n22kI/AAAAAAAADHs/8vJTPu_w8xs/s320/misc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7785654359005876348-1083824045798685678?l=christinalfc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/feeds/1083824045798685678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7785654359005876348&amp;postID=1083824045798685678' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/1083824045798685678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/1083824045798685678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/2011/07/officially-joined-thomas-sabo-charm.html' title='Officially joined the Thomas Sabo Charm Club'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02947922450524617196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GZSlmkiaoAk/TjEqcunJzxI/AAAAAAAADIU/hv2DXDLws6c/s72-c/thomas%2Bsabo%2Bcharm%2Bclub.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7785654359005876348.post-6583572554871602649</id><published>2011-07-28T01:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T02:06:01.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>polarized my life</title><content type='html'>Remember in my previous post, i kept saying I didn't know what I want for OUR 6 years anniversary gift. I thought Dearest will be fed-up and not get me anything. And one fine day, he brought me THIS.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An INSTAX MINI polaroid camera.. At the back of my head i've always wanted one. Especially with my failed attempt to utilise Diana F+, i never dare think to buy one of these. And there, Dearest got me one! and I was jumping with excitement and smiling from ear to ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634316604313508386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KuXIjI-MiDY/TjEdGYgxGiI/AAAAAAAADGs/PUypOZPQEBQ/s320/cam2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thought that came into my head was how on earth he knows how to buy such a thing for me. He was never so creative and unpredictable. A ha! It wasn't his idea in the first place. Lol! Lol! It was a suggesstion given by a friend. Still, who cares, love it love it love it max!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've brought it along for only 2 outings so far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Malacca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634316599896689890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1UWuQbXgg2M/TjEdGIDtzOI/AAAAAAAADGk/5y94PbbFhoA/s320/tammy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Malacca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634316600678189810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-07VoxXqvXqE/TjEdGK-CivI/AAAAAAAADGc/J9e-zY7ZCfg/s320/esther.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest and I went to Malacca twice within 3 weeks. We ate and ate like there's no tomorrow. We ate and ate like calories meant nothing to us. We ate and ate until we're so full of it, we just don't wanna think about food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since i had my own Instax Mini, i've been doing alot of window shopping online. There's so many accessories and nice things for Instax Mini. I wanna but yet to get hold of these:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Rainbow films.. love the colours, say byebye the boring while films.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634321921297353298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k7eV_iRWgm4/TjEh730gClI/AAAAAAAADHc/A_9RaQ29EyQ/s320/color%2Bfilm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Transparent protective casing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634321070276853666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cq_g51X87f0/TjEhKVhZv6I/AAAAAAAADHU/kTXLvWlU7EU/s320/transparentcase.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Mickey close-up lens. Err, just for the fun of it, just because it is cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634321063258313394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TMC5DQUO8Q4/TjEhJ7YDUrI/AAAAAAAADG0/MYP8ODyozE8/s320/closeuplensinfo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Polaroid pens, to jot down anything on the little space at the bottom of the films...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634321071456381666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SsQF7b97WVA/TjEhKZ6n6uI/AAAAAAAADHM/W1kKqSju6Mo/s320/polaroidpens.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Cross bag, to carry around my new baby....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qd1BuW77Sko/TjEh8E72ZUI/AAAAAAAADHk/Nqh-BUVrYi8/s1600/cross%2Bbag%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634321924817839426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qd1BuW77Sko/TjEh8E72ZUI/AAAAAAAADHk/Nqh-BUVrYi8/s320/cross%2Bbag%2B2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still shopping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will get something real soon, but which? Dilemma... Dilemma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks DEAREST! Love it! Love it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7785654359005876348-6583572554871602649?l=christinalfc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/feeds/6583572554871602649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7785654359005876348&amp;postID=6583572554871602649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/6583572554871602649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/6583572554871602649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/2011/07/polarized-my-life.html' title='polarized my life'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02947922450524617196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KuXIjI-MiDY/TjEdGYgxGiI/AAAAAAAADGs/PUypOZPQEBQ/s72-c/cam2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7785654359005876348.post-1358307386962541375</id><published>2011-07-05T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T07:11:54.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sno</title><content type='html'>(Recommended by my sisters)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest was so eager to try Sno, after my sisters told him how yummy it was. And that they love their chocolate shake and mango yoghurt shake. Dearest has such sweet tooth. Hmmpff.. One day all his teeth is going to fall off, he better watch out. Then, all he wants for Christmas is his two front teeth. Lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a satisfying dinner at Ben's Pavilion. Oh we had one main each, and we shared scones and tiramisu. Boyy why didn't I think of the calories before ordering. Now, i am left with regrets. I wanted to forego Sno, but Dearest keep insisting me to try. I ordered. There you go, Christina is a person who is so easily influenced. Thank god my friends back at school were GOOD influence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Sno. A newly opened yoghurt/shake parlour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DsYKyXnEVo8/ThMW2dHCB_I/AAAAAAAADEc/xfZ2_VZozw0/s1600/top.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625865484298749938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DsYKyXnEVo8/ThMW2dHCB_I/AAAAAAAADEc/xfZ2_VZozw0/s320/top.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have many different ingredients that you can make the shake your way. Up to 8 ingredients per cup. 70% of the ingredients are chocolate. Sweat... Omg, i have found a friend. A friend whom I have something in common with. And that is a person who hates chocolates. I am officially not weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xGkaSFeOnpQ/ThMW2HB3nCI/AAAAAAAADEU/Vf0r-wjD7hA/s1600/counter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625865478371515426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xGkaSFeOnpQ/ThMW2HB3nCI/AAAAAAAADEU/Vf0r-wjD7hA/s320/counter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their menu is on iPads. Touchscreen to order. It is very easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625865145232261634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4KL8EJzyvIk/ThMWit_SAgI/AAAAAAAADEE/8BnhdeFEVfs/s320/ipad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Choose the ingredients, as you wish. Either build your own or buy their signature drinks, with fixed ingredients.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NnvF1uYPktc/ThMW13syvtI/AAAAAAAADEM/D_sUVWh8oGo/s1600/sno%2Bipad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625865474256584402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NnvF1uYPktc/ThMW13syvtI/AAAAAAAADEM/D_sUVWh8oGo/s320/sno%2Bipad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sno signature, my sisters love it and so does Dearest. It's Fererro Rocher + Nutella.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sJbynmrJAxg/ThMWiT0ritI/AAAAAAAADD8/sgbG9CFPlbI/s1600/signature.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625865138208475858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sJbynmrJAxg/ThMWiT0ritI/AAAAAAAADD8/sgbG9CFPlbI/s320/signature.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something healther for me. Frozen yoghurt. Honey + Strawberry + Kellogs Frosties. Love it! It's damn filling btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Au51KM7ccD8/ThMWiDyptwI/AAAAAAAADD0/sfxJWT7XSsQ/s1600/yoghurt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625865133905000194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Au51KM7ccD8/ThMWiDyptwI/AAAAAAAADD0/sfxJWT7XSsQ/s320/yoghurt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest, so happy waiting for his Sno Signature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LeNdC_AVVBk/ThMWhkTwqfI/AAAAAAAADDs/4bRcpg08tGw/s1600/hc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625865125453933042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LeNdC_AVVBk/ThMWhkTwqfI/AAAAAAAADDs/4bRcpg08tGw/s320/hc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the Sno Berry. Someone kill me please. I look so worked out. Tired 'puffy' eyes. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JaxDM8Dsm7Y/ThMWhYVvNbI/AAAAAAAADDk/Bhnvddz4fnA/s1600/chris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625865122241000882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JaxDM8Dsm7Y/ThMWhYVvNbI/AAAAAAAADDk/Bhnvddz4fnA/s320/chris.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna hear something funny? Dearest and I had little cash. Our orders were RM22.80. Dearest and myself took out all the cash we had, we had only RM22.70. Seriously this close! The cashier pitied us and took only our RM22. Such kind-hearted man. Lol... We were so embarrased. We went to the ATM right away... Tsk tsk. I looked myself no up "Don't have money, wanna buy yoghurt drink". Lol...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7785654359005876348-1358307386962541375?l=christinalfc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/feeds/1358307386962541375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7785654359005876348&amp;postID=1358307386962541375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/1358307386962541375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/1358307386962541375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/2011/07/sno.html' title='Sno'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02947922450524617196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DsYKyXnEVo8/ThMW2dHCB_I/AAAAAAAADEc/xfZ2_VZozw0/s72-c/top.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7785654359005876348.post-4602963759201786419</id><published>2011-07-04T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T08:43:26.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A date with my bestie</title><content type='html'>On a random note, I decided to visit Tammy in Malacca. I've been telling her that I will visit her at her Sg Buloh college, never did. Then, told her I'll visit her in Malacca, finally did it, last Saturday. Before she collects enough facts to claim that I am no longer her friend, I better save myself, and do as I have promised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have submitted a request to Dearest to be my driver for the weekend, and he gladly attend to it. All was good except for the whining for waking up early in the morning, like it's a working day. Oh and massage was part of the deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather in Malacca was super super HOT, i tell you!!! The beaming hot sun and scorching heat did us no good at all. Dearest face was practically like that the whole afternoon....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Btw8gYrbEa4/ThHatlPgzHI/AAAAAAAADC0/2i2htM58scg/s1600/IMG_8390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625517886188604530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Btw8gYrbEa4/ThHatlPgzHI/AAAAAAAADC0/2i2htM58scg/s320/IMG_8390.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And myself, was in such hyper mood, walking around despite the hot sun and drenched in sweat. I don't often get to do this and I was very excited to be in Malacca to visit my bestie, who cares about the hot sun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were walking from Jonker Street to Dataran Pahlawan and on the way there I made few stops to snap pictures, i think Dearest got a lil' inpatient (with the weather, not me). Lol.... he layaned anyway. Yay for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5KO9JHxosAQ/ThHaeXNEwQI/AAAAAAAADCs/z4TLvR68Hto/s1600/IMG_8397.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625517624722243842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5KO9JHxosAQ/ThHaeXNEwQI/AAAAAAAADCs/z4TLvR68Hto/s320/IMG_8397.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tammy.. another one who is so afraid of being under the sun.. she insisted she needs to remain fair. What is this Tammy, you're already fair enough. Get a lil' tan aight?! Lol... no matter how much she disguise the sun, she layaned me as well. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xE0ltrsZ_yo/ThHad1ZxX1I/AAAAAAAADCk/dJ5UHyXRHXs/s1600/IMG_8399.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625517615648694098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xE0ltrsZ_yo/ThHad1ZxX1I/AAAAAAAADCk/dJ5UHyXRHXs/s320/IMG_8399.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A'Famosa. Dearest's first visit. Omg!!! I've been there since I was 5. Although it's like just a leftover of a fort from the Portugese days, and learning it so much in Sejarah, he has NEVER once been there?! Tsk tsk.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aktQ6kDqxfU/ThHadn0v14I/AAAAAAAADCc/Ble9CC1vTNk/s1600/IMG_8413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625517612003743618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aktQ6kDqxfU/ThHadn0v14I/AAAAAAAADCc/Ble9CC1vTNk/s320/IMG_8413.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have decided to camwhore... This one none of them minded because it was shaded =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mDZw3Z_zYEo/ThHaEO2Z0ZI/AAAAAAAADCU/anQnSeXVhvY/s1600/IMG_8414.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625517175803072914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mDZw3Z_zYEo/ThHaEO2Z0ZI/AAAAAAAADCU/anQnSeXVhvY/s320/IMG_8414.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Psy_KngVj-4/ThHaDdqZX7I/AAAAAAAADCM/e1Sczyi6ZN8/s1600/IMG_8417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625517162599374770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Psy_KngVj-4/ThHaDdqZX7I/AAAAAAAADCM/e1Sczyi6ZN8/s320/IMG_8417.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNa0AVl9bpM/ThHaDCd_xwI/AAAAAAAADCE/Mj1kChwBPWk/s1600/IMG_8418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625517155299608322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNa0AVl9bpM/ThHaDCd_xwI/AAAAAAAADCE/Mj1kChwBPWk/s320/IMG_8418.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dA-WAkY0N_Q/ThHaC7sHJrI/AAAAAAAADB8/0davMDaAkkg/s1600/IMG_8419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625517153479763634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dA-WAkY0N_Q/ThHaC7sHJrI/AAAAAAAADB8/0davMDaAkkg/s320/IMG_8419.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We found this stone engraved heart with angel wings. Love it.... I have the exact same pendant, a gift from Tammy &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d4H-SfmgcWQ/ThHaCX-I07I/AAAAAAAADB0/iAnmZ91pkEs/s1600/IMG_8423.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625517143891694514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d4H-SfmgcWQ/ThHaCX-I07I/AAAAAAAADB0/iAnmZ91pkEs/s320/IMG_8423.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W39mKXDZYEo/ThHYiUyOIoI/AAAAAAAADBs/8zX6kmrLD8U/s1600/IMG_8424.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625515493768962690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W39mKXDZYEo/ThHYiUyOIoI/AAAAAAAADBs/8zX6kmrLD8U/s320/IMG_8424.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop, Jetty.. Moarrr pictures....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zszZSeM9LDs/ThHYiI-J5jI/AAAAAAAADBk/aO6Fia2gIKk/s1600/IMG_8444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625515490597791282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zszZSeM9LDs/ThHYiI-J5jI/AAAAAAAADBk/aO6Fia2gIKk/s320/IMG_8444.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZcLQKoLJXIE/ThHYhlzTKkI/AAAAAAAADBc/3GVa7lEBKP4/s1600/IMG_8445.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625515481157020226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZcLQKoLJXIE/ThHYhlzTKkI/AAAAAAAADBc/3GVa7lEBKP4/s320/IMG_8445.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5N5zAx1eL4I/ThHYhS6GKKI/AAAAAAAADBU/Wqq35tq1fDE/s1600/IMG_8446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625515476085254306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5N5zAx1eL4I/ThHYhS6GKKI/AAAAAAAADBU/Wqq35tq1fDE/s320/IMG_8446.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-su2_aXmJntk/ThHYhGuCNHI/AAAAAAAADBM/_ZIO0gLK-MQ/s1600/IMG_8447.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625515472813438066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-su2_aXmJntk/ThHYhGuCNHI/AAAAAAAADBM/_ZIO0gLK-MQ/s320/IMG_8447.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoyed my Saturday with bestie and 2 erm........ disturbing leaves (direct translation: kacau-kacau daun). Despite the crazy hot weather, we managed to have lots of fun. The day ended with 4 satisfied stomaches, the simply irresistable food best in Malacca. Thanks guys for making my weekend a happy one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Malacca, with love xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7785654359005876348-4602963759201786419?l=christinalfc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/feeds/4602963759201786419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7785654359005876348&amp;postID=4602963759201786419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/4602963759201786419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/4602963759201786419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/2011/07/date-with-my-bestie.html' title='A date with my bestie'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02947922450524617196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Btw8gYrbEa4/ThHatlPgzHI/AAAAAAAADC0/2i2htM58scg/s72-c/IMG_8390.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7785654359005876348.post-8400263341764683616</id><published>2011-06-27T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T08:38:13.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roadtrip</title><content type='html'>Just came back from an "only about food" trip to Penang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a hectic trip, albeit much fun. I think we had like 5 meals a day? #bloated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that life is back to normal, whenever I am eating, I will think of how much I have eaten in Penang, i repressed from eating so much #bloated (again!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here are the boring Penang food, that u guys have seen prolly a million times, maybe have eaten like almost everyday until you're so sick of it! I'm still going to post them anyway ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I am a girl of a sweet tooth, imma post dessert first. CENDOL and ICE KACANG. Somehow the picture turned out rotated 90% to the right. Weird and I can't seem to fix it no matter how many times i've tried. I've given up. So, tilt your head people, have some exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6md6wspJNgU/TgifLMtr6JI/AAAAAAAADA8/4zA4W2UxtvY/s1600/IMG_8257.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/-6md6wspJNgU/TgifLMtr6JI/AAAAAAAADA8/4zA4W2UxtvY/s320/IMG_8257.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622919149512288402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yIaD163ipZg/TgifLVPyKFI/AAAAAAAADBE/wCPq9ZXWbsk/s1600/IMG_8258.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/-yIaD163ipZg/TgifLVPyKFI/AAAAAAAADBE/wCPq9ZXWbsk/s320/IMG_8258.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622919151802787922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q044tMY1A9c/Tgic9ow6GQI/AAAAAAAADAk/Vrl_V92ldxo/s1600/IMG_8258.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hainanese spring roll. The inside is stuffed packed with ingredients and the outside is crunchy fried to perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qzbtVCLbNV4/Tgic9TGNSQI/AAAAAAAADAc/TAhfNsIjiZY/s1600/IMG_8276.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/-qzbtVCLbNV4/Tgic9TGNSQI/AAAAAAAADAc/TAhfNsIjiZY/s320/IMG_8276.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622916711684327682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pancake with banana filling. Loved how the banana turned out to be soft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sRLayg9acm4/Tgic9HdyBsI/AAAAAAAADAU/91l11mTSWGE/s1600/IMG_8289.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/-sRLayg9acm4/Tgic9HdyBsI/AAAAAAAADAU/91l11mTSWGE/s320/IMG_8289.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622916708561979074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apam........ crispy at the ends, soft in the inside. Love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dIe6edBEF2A/TgiaY9cOu9I/AAAAAAAADAM/vhJrRRljCVE/s1600/IMG_8290.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/-dIe6edBEF2A/TgiaY9cOu9I/AAAAAAAADAM/vhJrRRljCVE/s320/IMG_8290.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622913888372571090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lobak, which I think was pretty good. Otherwise, the plate wouldn't have ended up bright and clearn. Deep fried stuffs, lobak in particular aren't exactly my thang! I remember i used to love the prawn cake fritters when I was at a young age. My grandmother used to bring me to this hawker stall in Pudu, to have prawn cake fritters (dipped in chili). That was how I started learning to eat chili. Bravo! Come 20+ I can't live without chili. The more spicy the better, despite the burning sensation on my tongue. Syiokkk betullll!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1pCnhGxci6k/Tgic-jFrnGI/AAAAAAAADA0/diXpezmyQro/s1600/IMG_8255.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/-1pCnhGxci6k/Tgic-jFrnGI/AAAAAAAADA0/diXpezmyQro/s320/IMG_8255.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622916733156957282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my favourite Penang Food. I looooove Assam Laksa. I don't know when I learned to eat this, it was as if I have loved assam laksa since forever. It's quite difficult to find good Assam Laksa in KL. The ones I know which are decent enought are O&amp;amp;S, Seapark and Petaling Street market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hC8iVKtyuCA/TgiaYc_vx1I/AAAAAAAADAE/u537zPXa1bY/s1600/IMG_8324.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/-hC8iVKtyuCA/TgiaYc_vx1I/AAAAAAAADAE/u537zPXa1bY/s320/IMG_8324.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622913879663167314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main reason why we drove 4 hours to Penang is this! See the thorns of Your Highness?! Jeng jeng jenggggg!!! Durian overloaded yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NcGpkQmQ3F4/TgiaYEbimUI/AAAAAAAAC_8/zpwkbkAvsCM/s1600/IMG_8317.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/-NcGpkQmQ3F4/TgiaYEbimUI/AAAAAAAAC_8/zpwkbkAvsCM/s320/IMG_8317.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622913873068857666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love love love durians. Nevermind the calories, sugar content, i can eat alot and i mean alot. When i eat durian, i never knew when to stop, i just eat and eat and eat until it is finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YChK6B46hVs/TgiaX6Q4-9I/AAAAAAAAC_0/DsAQ7JmqbTg/s1600/IMG_8320.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/-YChK6B46hVs/TgiaX6Q4-9I/AAAAAAAAC_0/DsAQ7JmqbTg/s320/IMG_8320.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622913870339832786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest enjoying durians!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PEsXPYxCsj4/TgiaXkzxKyI/AAAAAAAAC_s/88bCprBuXk4/s1600/IMG_8321.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/-PEsXPYxCsj4/TgiaXkzxKyI/AAAAAAAAC_s/88bCprBuXk4/s320/IMG_8321.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622913864580541218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dIe6edBEF2A/TgiaY9cOu9I/AAAAAAAADAM/vhJrRRljCVE/s1600/IMG_8290.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That sums up this food roadtrip. As for other random silly pictures, coming up in next post. 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It's our "n" years anniversary. "n" years already? That was fast!</title><content type='html'>See how time has passed by so quickly. It feels just like yesterday Dearest and I were secretly glancing at each other, observing each other's moves from the corner of our eyes. Before we realise it, we were holding pinky. Very soon after, we ended up a couple. That sums up our courting days. HAHA!! #lame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest... Thanks for the lovely pink daisies. For whatever reason or occasion that was for, I will just assume that it is my preliminary present for our &lt;em&gt;n&lt;/em&gt; years anniversary. HAHA!! You knows I am never the "flower" type of girl. I am less girly like that! I don't know what to do with flowers. Stare at them, spray water to keep them alive longer, stare at them again. After a few days, it will wither away. Anyway, I still love them just because it is from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrJVb2qSS_E/Tf9RjDyX3UI/AAAAAAAAC_k/rNhqbuajzqs/s1600/flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620300522735525186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrJVb2qSS_E/Tf9RjDyX3UI/AAAAAAAAC_k/rNhqbuajzqs/s320/flowers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, one thing or another will get in the way with our big celebrations, be it birthday, valentine's day, anniversary day. More often than not, it's work that caught us up. If it wasn't for Dearest who insisted that we meet up for late dinner, we wouldn't have seen each other. Busy Dearest was rushing for accounts that he almost didn't sleep for 2 days. Nevertheless, we had such romantic dinner at Nirwana Maju, Jln Telawi #bananaleafrice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the deep-fried bittergourd. It is soaked with oil, kthx please don't remind me. I don't want to imagine the number of calories that comes with it. Cover my eyes, think about the crunch and spice and bitterness of it that sends a "satisfaction" signal all the way to the tummy. Mmmm mmmm #licksfingers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_86hUZrVDl4/Tf9RiuKh0WI/AAAAAAAAC_c/4OjDPQyiAl8/s1600/banana%2Bleaf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620300516931260770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_86hUZrVDl4/Tf9RiuKh0WI/AAAAAAAAC_c/4OjDPQyiAl8/s320/banana%2Bleaf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That cannot be it, right! Flowers plus banana leaf rice cannot just sum up our &lt;em&gt;n&lt;/em&gt; years anniversary celebration like that. On the weekend, we both allocated full day for each other, like the times we used to spend during our student life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Dearest stumbled upon a random blog that Illy Caffe @ Terrace @ Hock Choon has one of the best Red Velvet cake in town. The red velvet adventure doesn't stop does it? We decided to resume that silly adventure. Ermmmmmmmmm......... *thinks thinks* it was quite good. Moist. Filling wasn't cream cheese though. Nevermind. I think I have eaten so much red velvet that I don't know what is good and what is not anymore. My tastebuds are confused. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Illy Caffe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VCPArB2WNN0/Tf9RKypJy3I/AAAAAAAAC_U/M28nh2YWfCQ/s1600/illy%2Bcafe"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620300105816591218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VCPArB2WNN0/Tf9RKypJy3I/AAAAAAAAC_U/M28nh2YWfCQ/s320/illy%2Bcafe" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;em&gt;n&lt;/em&gt;th Red Velvet Cake i've tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OmfT5yjWGWo/Tf9Q66LBw3I/AAAAAAAAC_M/Bmjdk3xfCSA/s1600/IMG_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620299832959812466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OmfT5yjWGWo/Tf9Q66LBw3I/AAAAAAAAC_M/Bmjdk3xfCSA/s320/IMG_0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest &amp;amp; his cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E5iwszRqL9A/Tf9Q6B3BwYI/AAAAAAAAC_E/h9RQeNKcIB0/s1600/IMG_0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620299817843540354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E5iwszRqL9A/Tf9Q6B3BwYI/AAAAAAAAC_E/h9RQeNKcIB0/s320/IMG_0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ME and my cake!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M7EVjysM85I/Tf9Q5SexLAI/AAAAAAAAC-8/2PRkKjL6pik/s1600/IMG_0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620299805125323778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M7EVjysM85I/Tf9Q5SexLAI/AAAAAAAAC-8/2PRkKjL6pik/s320/IMG_0011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then headed for lunch. Ninja Joe Pork Burger @ Tropicana City Mall. We've been longing to try this out and on that day we finally did #adventurous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1a2wNsY1npo/Tf9Q4ScaYgI/AAAAAAAAC-0/ZrCoz0EImHg/s1600/ninja%2Bjoe%2Bburger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620299787935572482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1a2wNsY1npo/Tf9Q4ScaYgI/AAAAAAAAC-0/ZrCoz0EImHg/s320/ninja%2Bjoe%2Bburger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His Brucely and My Big Boss..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kL5oD06RjEw/Tf9Q4JPdQeI/AAAAAAAAC-s/8-8PeuR4teg/s1600/IMG_0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620299785465315810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kL5oD06RjEw/Tf9Q4JPdQeI/AAAAAAAAC-s/8-8PeuR4teg/s320/IMG_0014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Big Boss. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HeFflDtrKMs/Tf9QT80In3I/AAAAAAAAC-k/oJhoIi6LxNQ/s1600/IMG_0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620299163654201202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HeFflDtrKMs/Tf9QT80In3I/AAAAAAAAC-k/oJhoIi6LxNQ/s320/IMG_0016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Brucely. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5NSaX96fIHE/Tf9QTa9-vAI/AAAAAAAAC-c/soN5rsezdsY/s1600/IMG_0018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620299154568690690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5NSaX96fIHE/Tf9QTa9-vAI/AAAAAAAAC-c/soN5rsezdsY/s320/IMG_0018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The burgers were alright. I don't fancy them THAT much. It not something that I will purposely go back for. I still prefer McD. Lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We headed for our movie, Green Lantern. Nehhhhh that handsome guy that Scarlett Johansson dumped, and went for an old fart instead. The story is about normal human turned into a green superhero that can FLY. I am sure most of you would've already watched it over the weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lemme tell you a joke of the day. Dearest wanted to watch Blitz and booked GSC Pavilion for 9,30pm show via GSC App on Iphone. Movie marathon so to say. It didn't occur to me that he would do silly things and book the wrong showtime, I actually proceeded to pay via M2U. Upon confirmation, we saw the showtime selected was 4.15pm. OMG! RM26 just gone down the drain. At 4.15pm we were still at Green Lantern movie and therefore, never made it to the movie. It was partly my fault though for not checking his "work", he is prone for doing this kind off silly things sometimes, tsk tsk #LMAO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So! We were doing some window shopping, looking for present for me. We went into Coach and my eyes were so sharp I straight away spotted the bangle-to-die-for. And it was on SALE! Approx. RM400 after discount. I can fall madly in love with bows and ribbons. Aaaaahhh!!!! I didn't get it anyway, it looks so much like a fashion accessories it didn't worth the money. It is not something i can wear everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S7ru2zdJtnE/Tf9QRs9Yp5I/AAAAAAAAC-U/Bb9webMXXnM/s1600/Coach%2Bbow%2Bbracelet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620299125038294930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 173px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S7ru2zdJtnE/Tf9QRs9Yp5I/AAAAAAAAC-U/Bb9webMXXnM/s320/Coach%2Bbow%2Bbracelet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know of this Hermes bangle i see alot of people wearing it. I said to Dearest "Come lets go and see Hermes bangle. I think it's about RM500, quite affordable" We went into Hermes and saw the bangle. Love the Orange one. Asked the sales assistant how much it cost. And guess what! RM2,500. O.O My heart popped out. I wasn't expecting to hear a RM2,500 at all. This bangle is so much more to-die-for. Nice things just HAVE to be VERY expensive. Sheeeeeshhh!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k_2L4EpuNkY/Tf9QRJadJGI/AAAAAAAAC-M/SKGpXYHr48Y/s1600/hermes%2Borange%2Bbracelet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620299115496547426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k_2L4EpuNkY/Tf9QRJadJGI/AAAAAAAAC-M/SKGpXYHr48Y/s320/hermes%2Borange%2Bbracelet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we walk into Swarowski and i spotted a ribbon ring. Before I knew it, I asked the sales person whether they have it in necklace form. I love ribbon, can't help it! The sales person said this design is very sought after and there is no stock all over Malaysia. Why... why... The salesperson promised to call me the next day to update me if there is any stock coming in, sadly she didn't T_____T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dX7fwldh7g4/Tf9QPszOqaI/AAAAAAAAC-E/L6awBN3V3hE/s1600/swarowski%2Bribbon%2Bnecklace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620299090635958690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dX7fwldh7g4/Tf9QPszOqaI/AAAAAAAAC-E/L6awBN3V3hE/s320/swarowski%2Bribbon%2Bnecklace.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, ended up not buying anything. Starting with giving Dearest some hope for finding me a gift I myself like, ending with myself not wanting anything. I'm always like that, very silly, this don't want, that also don't want, everthing also don't want. Back to square one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come dinner time, we've decided to try Angus Steak House on 6th, Pavilion. Dearest deserves a good steak on our &lt;em&gt;n&lt;/em&gt; years anniversary. I've browsed through some food reviews and most are positive. My very own food review:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P2Q32FETRxM/Tf9PGAI6irI/AAAAAAAAC98/MzSY7zMFKbA/s1600/Angus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620297824516868786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P2Q32FETRxM/Tf9PGAI6irI/AAAAAAAAC98/MzSY7zMFKbA/s320/Angus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Warm bread to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f9oshJx37Oo/Tf9PFXQlMfI/AAAAAAAAC90/Te-i5PJyFwQ/s1600/IMG_0023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620297813543170546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f9oshJx37Oo/Tf9PFXQlMfI/AAAAAAAAC90/Te-i5PJyFwQ/s320/IMG_0023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the Lobster set meal. It comes with this chicken appetizer. Did not fancy that, it's minced fried chicken, like what you can normally find on a 1st course of chinese dinner "Four Seasons". Dearest obviously didn't like it at all, it was all too chinese for his liking.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MNdVFCZWcm0/Tf9O41G7DAI/AAAAAAAAC9s/Jr0CLVv-RCQ/s1600/IMG_0025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620297598217423874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MNdVFCZWcm0/Tf9O41G7DAI/AAAAAAAAC9s/Jr0CLVv-RCQ/s320/IMG_0025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, ugly photo here! Anyway, minnestrone soup. Tasted like the ABC soup my maid cook almost everyday. So not interesting!&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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yB5cQ1MN_7s/Tf9O4I_QZ4I/AAAAAAAAC9k/c9biT8CwCB0/s1600/IMG_0030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620297586374109058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yB5cQ1MN_7s/Tf9O4I_QZ4I/AAAAAAAAC9k/c9biT8CwCB0/s320/IMG_0030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Salad, with Japanese dressing. Ok lar...... I was getting less excited with the food, even when mains were not served yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0PIi3BksIMQ/Tf9O3P_XULI/AAAAAAAAC9c/YA7pndDCrPY/s1600/IMG_0032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620297571073740978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0PIi3BksIMQ/Tf9O3P_XULI/AAAAAAAAC9c/YA7pndDCrPY/s320/IMG_0032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest's rib-eye 250g in Japanese sauce. Believe me, rib-eye and Japanese sauce does not go well with each other. The Japanese sauce would be well served with sashimi or something. It's just weird lah! That is all i can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bxXdzqrkKHE/Tf9O2sD_kpI/AAAAAAAAC9U/DEO1J3_r2fk/s1600/IMG_0035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620297561429480082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bxXdzqrkKHE/Tf9O2sD_kpI/AAAAAAAAC9U/DEO1J3_r2fk/s320/IMG_0035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time ever, I ordered lobster. I tell youuuu, the one and only I decided to order lobster, it just had to overcook, it just had to be served over the Japanese sauce, in which I mentioned tasted weird. After few bites, I was totally demotivated to finish my food. I was sulking all the way to the last mouth. Oh yeah, i finished it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D35wgW9Yp_k/Tf9O2eImd1I/AAAAAAAAC9M/-HJ18__A88M/s1600/IMG_0033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620297557690709842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D35wgW9Yp_k/Tf9O2eImd1I/AAAAAAAAC9M/-HJ18__A88M/s320/IMG_0033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dearest and I, lookin' happy, smiling with our mains. Trust me, we weren't that happy finishing up our food. HAHA! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f2jJ3Y7hAIc/Tf9ONjAA-RI/AAAAAAAAC9E/zYealWjzgVs/s1600/IMG_0040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620296854622238994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f2jJ3Y7hAIc/Tf9ONjAA-RI/AAAAAAAAC9E/zYealWjzgVs/s320/IMG_0040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YA RITE! IT IS NOT SLURPPPINGLY TASTY AT ALL! THIS IS FAKE! BLUFF!!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lbM9lCgz-g8/Tf9ONGjERZI/AAAAAAAAC88/CXuXR8WruUQ/s1600/IMG_0039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620296846984627602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lbM9lCgz-g8/Tf9ONGjERZI/AAAAAAAAC88/CXuXR8WruUQ/s320/IMG_0039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See this, how dry and overcooked the meat was! *sulk sulk sulk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tk-6_iV9tI8/Tf9OMqODJ2I/AAAAAAAAC80/wvDpXBdb9wE/s1600/IMG_0042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620296839380281186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tk-6_iV9tI8/Tf9OMqODJ2I/AAAAAAAAC80/wvDpXBdb9wE/s320/IMG_0042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think this was the best dish of the meal. Tiramisu, it was served chilled. I love chilled tiramisu. And one that has more cake than cream. Tiramisu that has more cake than cream, not easy to find ya know!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Uo5Oh3Y_XnE/Tf9OMS-sGFI/AAAAAAAAC8s/d2j3yNfmgH0/s1600/IMG_0043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620296833141839954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Uo5Oh3Y_XnE/Tf9OMS-sGFI/AAAAAAAAC8s/d2j3yNfmgH0/s320/IMG_0043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So am I the first person who writes a negative review about this restaurant. Only 2 things, either the people who had the same experience as me were too dissapointed to even think or mention it again (ever!) or this place is too high class for my taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dearest and I realised it is on these special occasions that we decide to eat something different, eat something more lavish, spend more money, the food had to turn out to be a dissapointment. Boohoo!! Nevermind, nevermind, after all it is the company that matters most!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is outside Pavilion, d'uhhhh!!!! If you are from KL and do not know where on earth this place is, please slap youself in the face, kthx. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7QdJVbtyMXw/Tf9OMDYTudI/AAAAAAAAC8k/gkFrKc6M77o/s1600/IMG_0047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620296828954327506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7QdJVbtyMXw/Tf9OMDYTudI/AAAAAAAAC8k/gkFrKc6M77o/s320/IMG_0047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That sums up our &lt;em&gt;n&lt;/em&gt; years anniversary celebration! A memorable one, with more happy than sad moments. Ofcouse!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;P/S: I surprised him with the new ManUtd 2011 home kit. The one that has Champion 19 ironed at the back of the jersey. Despite how much I hated ManUtd, I was so excited for him to receive the package, which was delivered all the way from ManUtd store UK. I had to register at the ManUtd online, can you imagine that! I was very tempted to but did not blurt out anything, as much as I wanted to. It arrived faster than I though (you know.... snail mail.... some more it is all the way from England....). Voila! Another one of my successful surprise to date! I wasn't the first person that came into his mind, who bought him that jersey. I am so sad T______T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7785654359005876348-232840545250944340?l=christinalfc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/feeds/232840545250944340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7785654359005876348&amp;postID=232840545250944340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/232840545250944340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/232840545250944340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/2011/06/replacement-for-6-years-anniversary-day.html' title='OMG! 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That was fast!'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02947922450524617196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrJVb2qSS_E/Tf9RjDyX3UI/AAAAAAAAC_k/rNhqbuajzqs/s72-c/flowers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7785654359005876348.post-6719096479954721955</id><published>2011-06-05T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T00:47:58.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exercise 101 (updated)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;On my failing attempt on losing weight for the &lt;em&gt;n&lt;/em&gt;th times, i have gone for jogging several times at a nearby park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614689715749974658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D5LYfuCdelw/TetijG9Q8oI/AAAAAAAAC78/P0jvvo7i5Ho/s320/late.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a pleasant self- fulfilling activity to do after a full day of staring at books, laptop and books again. Plus, my butt glued to the chair, I could feel the fats thickening and cellulites growing at my hips, butt, thighs. That said vision or imagination makes me even more motivated to go for jogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm being a drag, but I was an apple turned to a pear. Nah! See! That is how my body is shaped. My body is obviously disproportionate, like a pear. I hate pear now. I see pear I see me. Seriously, my pants are two size bigger than my tops. I want lean lengthy legs. I want to be able to wear shorts without feeling conscious about my legs. Does anybody understand me? No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614690694454163138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FWgKiJWGic0/TetjcE6htsI/AAAAAAAAC8E/wakwIZzoaJM/s320/apple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sighs. It must be all the desserts, ice-creams, bubble tea that some how or rather contributed to my pear-shaped figure. It not easy to cut-off these out of my life, when my boyfriend is a heavy dessert person. He is mean, even if you insist of not having desserts, he will tempt you the other way around. In the first place, he planted my sweet tooth. =( =( =( =( =( I wish I could turn back time, instead of he planting my sweet tooth, i would like to be the dentist that pulled out his sweet tooth. Lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eAO1BkUQkOY/TetijKEMgYI/AAAAAAAAC70/DVWE_u9nmlQ/s1600/mansion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614689716584350082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eAO1BkUQkOY/TetijKEMgYI/AAAAAAAAC70/DVWE_u9nmlQ/s320/mansion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; View at the park.. spot the castle? One of Ampang's landmark!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zeGf2YdgV5Y/TetiijOQYlI/AAAAAAAAC7k/_zPQQIGWhd0/s1600/sunny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614689706157564498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zeGf2YdgV5Y/TetiijOQYlI/AAAAAAAAC7k/_zPQQIGWhd0/s320/sunny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; KLCC &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615677227772696066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--PIM4X9ZHCs/Te7kr36kVgI/AAAAAAAAC8U/051kTQS59DY/s320/shoe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My trusty good ol' shoes. I bought 'em from Foot Locker, Melbourne, when i first started hitting the gym. Used it ever since. It's multipurpose, i love it. I use it to go play all sorts of sport, incl. hiking - The only pair I currently own. Don't know what i'll do without 'em =P&lt;/div&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;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In furthering my failing attempt on losing weight for the nth times, I will be going for Men's Health marathon. Interested? Go to &lt;a href="http://www.mens-health.com.my/night-run-2011/"&gt;http://www.mens-health.com.my/night-run-2011/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Due to that, I recently downloaded this App on Blackberry. It works something like Nike Run+, that tracks your distance, time, speed of run, jog, walk, cycling, any sporting activity you name it, this App has it. My first time using it, and hence the statistics below:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615677231810249762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIqLljx4W6w/Te7ksG9MhCI/AAAAAAAAC8c/ZC_DD82ZIDc/s320/stats.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I am quite happy though with my run. I need to improve tho' if I want a medal (i.e. finish top 200) for the Marathon I'm joining..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This App is so cool that it is linked to GPS in your BB. It tracks your run. On a map. How cool is that. Who doesn't love technology, hey!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615677229840776738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bNVfrvosU2M/Te7kr_noviI/AAAAAAAAC8M/xmduvgixVWk/s320/route.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will definitely use this App often to track my progress and most of all, motivate myself. As I say again, I need to improve tho' if I want a medal (i.e. finish top 200) for the Marathon I'm joining..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Of course I want! Who doesn't right!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7785654359005876348-6719096479954721955?l=christinalfc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/feeds/6719096479954721955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7785654359005876348&amp;postID=6719096479954721955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/6719096479954721955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/6719096479954721955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/2011/06/exercise-101.html' title='Exercise 101 (updated)'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02947922450524617196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D5LYfuCdelw/TetijG9Q8oI/AAAAAAAAC78/P0jvvo7i5Ho/s72-c/late.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7785654359005876348.post-4671710217328344756</id><published>2011-05-16T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T08:34:43.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dodgy lifts</title><content type='html'>This evening was the first time I picked my brother up from Homeschool. See, I've been so swarmed by work I didn't know where his Homeschool is. I needed my dad to gave me directions. It was easy of course, somewhere 5 to 10 minutes away, depending on the traffic. I've been living in Ampang my whole life, I know Ampang, at my fingertips *che-wahhh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His Homeschool is at one of those shophouses, I took the lift up to 4th floor. The lifts were old, and the lift door opened when the screen showed "5". The lift showed the wrong floor, I am at 4th floor. Dodgy.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually do not think whether a lift if dodgy (some are older than another, some are really old, that the numbers are inevident, that you have to use your common sense to press the floor). I just take the lifts and that is it. The reason I am more aware with the lift I am taking is that, last week, at my client's office, the lift was stuck for half an hour and one of the managers of my client, fainted. She wasn't alone, thank god. I believe it was the lack of air, plus she panicked. My team and I were on our way out for lunch and suddenly people scream as the lift opened and the staffs who were stuck with her carried her out. People were running in and out fetching First Aid Kit, cushion pillow, even roller chair(?). More people came out to see what has happen to their beloved manager. My team and I were in shock, of course. We didn't know what to do. To help or not? Too many people were already surrounding her giving help. If we gushed there to help, she probably be even lacking of air and faint longer. So, we just pressed the lift and headed to lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the team member was afraid to take the lift. Yeah, try walking down the stairs 14 floors, if she wishes not to take the lift. The lift opened, in we go, I was thinking in my head "Don't stop, don't stop, please don't stop" the lift was full, if the lift were to stuck, i also will pengsan, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then while chatting with one of the staff, he said that the week before, on his way up, the lift actually dropped free-fall. It lasted for a few seconds. OMG, that is so scary! The feeling of your heart dropping is not funny. Apparently one of their friends in another floor experienced the same thing, she dropped 2 floors. 2 goddamn floors. I had goosebumps. I don't know if what he said was true but a man got heart attack and died in one of the lifts as he was stucked for 2 hours. Aaaahhh, luckily at that time, we had 2 more days to go, before we pull out from the assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lift is really old, come to think of it, since the building was opened and that is one of the oldest buildings in KL. How many would actually think about it when taking the lift. The time one would spend in the lift is so short, before one can even think about all this. These accidents are unavoidable, almost. So, never rule out the fact that accidents won't happen within just that few minutes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7785654359005876348-4671710217328344756?l=christinalfc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/feeds/4671710217328344756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7785654359005876348&amp;postID=4671710217328344756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/4671710217328344756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/4671710217328344756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/2011/05/dodgy-lifts.html' title='Dodgy lifts'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02947922450524617196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7785654359005876348.post-649327893729984428</id><published>2011-05-16T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T00:56:15.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i-City</title><content type='html'>So random one Friday night, i tagged Dearest along with me to i-City. I've seen so many nice pictures taken from i-City. I too want to be part of the flock of sheeps and snap pictures at i-City. We brough along Dearest's camera and guess what, it ran out of battery. I was of course dissapointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, I have my Blackberry with me, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Beautifully-lighted Christmas trees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1jE3jtZ89SI/TdDV_j8PiQI/AAAAAAAAC6w/OvS_KhLILHc/s1600/a3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607216824032659714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1jE3jtZ89SI/TdDV_j8PiQI/AAAAAAAAC6w/OvS_KhLILHc/s320/a3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It does look like a pictures taken outside M'sia. Sorry to say. So, good job!!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FGEO9uLEdNg/TdDV_Rc8MQI/AAAAAAAAC6o/tjSqeQFsm3g/s1600/a2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607216819069530370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FGEO9uLEdNg/TdDV_Rc8MQI/AAAAAAAAC6o/tjSqeQFsm3g/s320/a2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self-shot &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G-2bPUxWagA/TdDV_EMpDsI/AAAAAAAAC6g/lgZCZu3l55U/s1600/a1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607216815511506626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G-2bPUxWagA/TdDV_EMpDsI/AAAAAAAAC6g/lgZCZu3l55U/s320/a1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Traffic jam these few Friday nights weren't so bad.Oops, I hope i didn't just jinxed it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7785654359005876348-649327893729984428?l=christinalfc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/feeds/649327893729984428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7785654359005876348&amp;postID=649327893729984428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/649327893729984428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/649327893729984428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-city.html' title='i-City'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02947922450524617196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1jE3jtZ89SI/TdDV_j8PiQI/AAAAAAAAC6w/OvS_KhLILHc/s72-c/a3.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7785654359005876348.post-5580503434250900643</id><published>2011-05-15T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T00:40:25.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peak period ended earlier</title><content type='html'>Cheers to that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one can understand how happy I am right now, to be able to escape the rest of the peak. 2 consecutive weeks of 3,4,5,6 AM is not funny. Due to the overwhelming amount of work expected to be completed within a short deadline, you just have to keep going, ignoring the pounding sensation at the back of your head (which signals the head-owner to slow down and go to bed, no wayy). The clock is ticking by the seconds, and if I don't finish it now, it will pile up later. It is wiser to finish it now then... hence the late nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result, I was like a zombie at work. I don't talk, I just work. Having clients who are extremely incompetent is no help. All three of them I dealt with were constantly giving excuses for not handing up their work to me or doing it so slowly. Come to a point, I sat right next to them and make sure they are doing the work I requested, or better still, doing it for them on their computer. Yet, they never felt sorry for me. I think I am the nicest auditor in the world, I let them do whatever they want, even though I know they are not working on my things. We can joke and laugh but at the end of it all, I still need those things. I advise them, finding ways on how they can provide those things to me more efficiently. There is a limit to all this sh** I can take. Which was when they were writing wedding invitation cards. From printing guest list, to cutting them and pasting on envelopes, writing names on the invitation cards, and they went to the post office.. all during office hours.. all in front of me. You tell me, if you were me, would you get pissed off. When alot has yet to be done, by all 3 of them. I cannot tolerate "tidak apa" attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my teammates, they were kind enough to hear me out each time the clients drive me up the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To celebrate the end of my peak period, I made Dearest woke up at 7am on a Sunday morning for a hiking adventure at Gasing Hill (to make up for the SC Marathon in June that I can't participate). The initial plan was Broga Hill with his colleagues, but due to the rain the evening before, plan was cancelled. For a second, Dearest was elated, he can sleep in as late as he wants, i came up with another plan. Well, it's about time, we do something different, apart from his usual stay at home and movies. Dearest is such a boring guy. Haha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look at the surrounding greens.. it has been so long since i've been surrounded by nature.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607166983873198546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b0nm3KggbOY/TdCoqe4PedI/AAAAAAAAC54/JnSCbtrydu4/s320/IMG_0009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dearest.. the bag carrier. Essentials - water, wallets, handphones. This is not a jungle in the middle of nowhere. This is Gasing Hill, PJ. There is still reception.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607166973474577714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DldFmP8jnV8/TdCop4JBHTI/AAAAAAAAC5w/lgR_p0SeQ7k/s320/IMG_0003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, that place was pack with mix of young and elder people. We couldn't find a parking space at first even. When we arrived at the entrance, we met a lady who was very nice and kind to show us the way to the Suspension Bridge. Boy, she's fit for her age. She was same paced with Dearest and I both. Halfway Dearest and I decided to increase our pace, leaving her behind. I bump into an old friend and spoke for a while, the lady walked past us, damn she's fast. When we continued our walk, we lost her. We finally saw the "under maintenance" suspension bridge. Then, there's 2 ways to get back, either take the short cut which leads you out to the housing area, or track back our way to the entrance. Dearest choose the former of course, lazy bum. I didn't agree of course, I don't get to do this often and when I do it, I want to make the most out of it, I made him walk with me back to the entrance, LOL. I think, all he could think of on our walk back was American Breakfast at Departure Lounge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;An Indian uncle who helped us with this picture asked if we were a newly married couple. Hehlo, sir, do we look that old?!?! I should've said I'm 18, see if he believes. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607166985137630482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vlz4QiYf6Kc/TdCoqjltLRI/AAAAAAAAC6A/uuhYyD-Vt1U/s320/IMG_0013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We saw the nice and kind lady back at this entrance. She took the shortcut. No wonder we lost track of her. She was nice and kind enough to help us with this picture. Look at my shirt. I was drenched in sweat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607172791037513746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_S1jPW0Gb0o/TdCt8gQG0BI/AAAAAAAAC6Y/wA39EBf6TnE/s320/IMG_0022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back, excitedly post pictures up onto Facebook and the response I received from a friends was "i've been there many time!" Then why didn't tell earlier, otherwise I would've joined her in all her hiking adventures. I have always loved outdoor activities, just that I didn't tell. I love to sweat it out, unlike most girls, who prefers shopping. They speak in different language. By that, I mean branded handbags, shoes, make-ups, that I don't have much knowledge of. My school friend once said, "Do you realise us CBN girls are abit more "chou lou" (rough)? We speak to our boyfriends like we're speaking to friends, we speak or laugh loudly (among girls, of course, we wouldn't go to the extent of scaring guys away), we dislike Public Display of Affection, we put minimal or no makeup, we're just much more independent than the other girls out there" That is somewhat true.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enough said.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Looking forward to catch up on sleep in which i was deprived of for the last ummm.....4 months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who are working, tomorrow is a public holiday. You too can catch up with sleep...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7785654359005876348-5580503434250900643?l=christinalfc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/feeds/5580503434250900643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7785654359005876348&amp;postID=5580503434250900643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/5580503434250900643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/5580503434250900643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/2011/05/peak-period-ended-earlier.html' title='Peak period ended earlier'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02947922450524617196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b0nm3KggbOY/TdCoqe4PedI/AAAAAAAAC54/JnSCbtrydu4/s72-c/IMG_0009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7785654359005876348.post-5780195712695753653</id><published>2011-05-01T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T22:28:29.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Royal Wedding</title><content type='html'>Many would say the wedding of the century, the perfect fairytale wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, how many of you stayed home, rush back home from work or woke up in the wee hours to catch the Royal Wedding? I myself watched it on BBC UK after returning home from work. By 7pm local time, they've said all their I dos, they were driven around Buckingham Palace with marching bands. If you see the view from Hyde Park and St. James Park, filled with thousands of people gathered to share the joy and happiness of the Royal Wedding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kate just looked so stunning in that wedding dress. It's structured, classy, sexy yet not revealing. It fitted perfectly on her model'y figure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601974281668868706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--F07m9DKiT4/Tb417bu_OmI/AAAAAAAAC5Q/SD0o-MDkXOU/s320/royal3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you see that Prince William is balding? What a waste because he is definitely handsome. Doesn't he feel the need to go for hair loss therapy or something. He is now the face of Britain's famous royalty and I suggest he should do something about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601974277147869138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b7Nf41WOvLs/Tb417K5GP9I/AAAAAAAAC5I/_4hcRw0QtiA/s320/royal4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Family picture in Buckingham Place. I was there......... The queen looked so elegant in her usual fashion. She's old yet so strong and healthy. She can still walk without a stick. Wow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W5ZAxxUla_I/Tb417lugmXI/AAAAAAAAC5Y/jsGpoUodBAM/s1600/royal2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601974284351215986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W5ZAxxUla_I/Tb417lugmXI/AAAAAAAAC5Y/jsGpoUodBAM/s320/royal2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a cute picture with all the little kids. The kid on the far left was pouting the whole time, covering her ears from the crowd's cheer for Prince William and Kate at the balcony. I wonder whose daughter is that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601982404702750770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_avNsJh6g3U/Tb49UQZLyDI/AAAAAAAAC5o/G6M93WlpXGY/s320/royal1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love this picture of both of them. Kate is such a lucky girl! Like one of those princess in fairytales we grew up reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qSV3pmpm1O0/Tb417Bo1dOI/AAAAAAAAC5A/3bxaTVY5pDM/s1600/royal5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601974274663740642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qSV3pmpm1O0/Tb417Bo1dOI/AAAAAAAAC5A/3bxaTVY5pDM/s320/royal5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7785654359005876348-5780195712695753653?l=christinalfc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/feeds/5780195712695753653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7785654359005876348&amp;postID=5780195712695753653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/5780195712695753653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/5780195712695753653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/2011/05/royal-wedding.html' title='The Royal Wedding'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02947922450524617196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--F07m9DKiT4/Tb417bu_OmI/AAAAAAAAC5Q/SD0o-MDkXOU/s72-c/royal3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7785654359005876348.post-2129137905734466378</id><published>2011-03-27T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T08:50:57.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PJ Laugh Fest is back!</title><content type='html'>Like the banner says.. Bigger! Better! Bunnier! =) One thing Dearest and I have in common, we love to watch Standup Comedy! =DD Over the past few years, we have been frequenting PJ Live Arts for Douglas Lim and his crew (MACC) and Harith Iskandar's shows. They never fail to crack us up. Last year, they had this one show and it was stated on the poster "20% new jokes" (and Douglas Lim himself confirmed at an interview over the radio), Dearest and I excited bought tickets with hope that the statement "20% new jokes" was a joke. Clearly we were let down =$ This time, no such statement on the posters. Dearest and I would assume it would be brand new jokes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G0Q4OD2Ug5Y/TY9Xw_oklzI/AAAAAAAAC4o/6GAaJeTuXUM/s1600/pjlaughfest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588782161817016114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 412px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 106px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G0Q4OD2Ug5Y/TY9Xw_oklzI/AAAAAAAAC4o/6GAaJeTuXUM/s320/pjlaughfest.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I want to watch this duo, harith Iskandar and Douglas Lim. They're the best in town!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588782515185423170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r3pz5JW574A/TY9YFkCKk0I/AAAAAAAAC44/4MDFABgoWuI/s320/douglas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This too! I've always enjoyed his jokes in MACC. I am excited to see what he will bring in his upcoming solo show!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588782511782020082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UC12FFJrezk/TY9YFXWuw_I/AAAAAAAAC4w/lgNB12SXgO8/s320/jenhan.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't wait! The next thing to do is get tickets!! =DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(photos courtesy of PJ Live Arts)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7785654359005876348-2129137905734466378?l=christinalfc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/feeds/2129137905734466378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7785654359005876348&amp;postID=2129137905734466378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/2129137905734466378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/2129137905734466378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/2011/03/pj-laugh-fest-is-back.html' title='PJ Laugh Fest is back!'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02947922450524617196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G0Q4OD2Ug5Y/TY9Xw_oklzI/AAAAAAAAC4o/6GAaJeTuXUM/s72-c/pjlaughfest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7785654359005876348.post-2374089626643091200</id><published>2011-03-18T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T09:47:44.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Velvet</title><content type='html'>Red Velvet deserves a post on its own...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to tell you guys a story how Red Velvet and I started off. From hate to love. Okay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first tried Red Velvet from Whisk. Dearest assured me it's quite nice and that it's not chocolate or has relation to chocolate, so i decided to try. He tapao'ed and we went home and had desserts. Errrrrrrrrrrrrr........................ you call this nice ah???? That was my first reaction. The cake was dry. Somewhat tasteless. Other than plain butter and flour taste, i pretty much don't taste anything else. And it's coated with icing sugar. So i thought this was what Red Velvet was suppose to taste like. So in my head, I told myself that Red Velvet isn't my cup of tea and that i'm never having it again! Ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sQgMLIeNang/TYOJNrS2wiI/AAAAAAAAC4g/HoDmoG3lY_w/s1600/whisk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585458830922662434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sQgMLIeNang/TYOJNrS2wiI/AAAAAAAAC4g/HoDmoG3lY_w/s320/whisk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in Marmalade one day. I see this Red Velvet looks different. It has cheese in between, thick layer of cheese.. I LIKE! So, i bravely ordered Red Velvet to try for the second time. If it's as bad as Whisk's, ok, say Bye to Red Velvet like how i never said Hi to Chocolate. O.O................................................ it tasted SOOOOOO good, i take back my words instantly, I'll have MORE and MORE and MORE Red Velvet in the future.. Love the cheese, love the moisture, it tasted REALLY REALLY GOOOOOOOOOOOD! I immediately had cravings for another slice after i had the last mouth. That shows how good it was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s5VELZPXbjU/TYOJNarv_8I/AAAAAAAAC4Y/y1BvVrBETV0/s1600/marmalade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585458826463674306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s5VELZPXbjU/TYOJNarv_8I/AAAAAAAAC4Y/y1BvVrBETV0/s320/marmalade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at this! What a letdown. it has chocolate clipped in between the Red Velvet cake! Super not interested! Ok, next! *turns away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p0y7OfFHZ-o/TYOJNKbF0AI/AAAAAAAAC4Q/rxjbfpTQKZo/s1600/plan%2Bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585458822098833410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p0y7OfFHZ-o/TYOJNKbF0AI/AAAAAAAAC4Q/rxjbfpTQKZo/s320/plan%2Bb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And few days ago, "Holy Mother of Gawd" (I quote Dearest), had the most mind-blasting Red Velvet. My eyes were like O.O so obvious dearest noticed and he didn't want to fight for it, he gave me more to eat. Actually we went to Marmalade and they were sold out on their Red Velvet. I was POUTING ok, seriously! Then, Dearest thought,, Aaahhh i know of another place that has Red Velvet. And i look at the cake on Display. It's RED! like bloody RED! what is that? Strawberry? Cherry? Red Wine? Haha......... They coloured the cheese in red! This is by far the best Red Velvet i've had. This cake has just surpasses Marmalade's by a few points. This tiny lil cake costed RM15. Gosh, what are these made from? I would think butter milk cheese and colouring. Why why why, so the ex????? I am so gonna drop Dearest a request to have this cake for my next birthday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mw3ng9UXu88/TYOJNDDMXsI/AAAAAAAAC4I/UB-k4UObjgc/s1600/citrus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585458820119551682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mw3ng9UXu88/TYOJNDDMXsI/AAAAAAAAC4I/UB-k4UObjgc/s320/citrus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am still continuing to hunt for Red Velvet. if possible, better ones!! See, it's 1am and i'm craving for Red Velvet! =S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7785654359005876348-2374089626643091200?l=christinalfc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/feeds/2374089626643091200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7785654359005876348&amp;postID=2374089626643091200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/2374089626643091200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/2374089626643091200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/2011/03/red-velvet.html' title='Red Velvet'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02947922450524617196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sQgMLIeNang/TYOJNrS2wiI/AAAAAAAAC4g/HoDmoG3lY_w/s72-c/whisk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7785654359005876348.post-1909948197981776194</id><published>2011-03-10T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T08:29:11.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A pen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I found the &lt;em&gt;Cross&lt;/em&gt; pen Ah Ma gave me almost 10 years ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It feels nice to have something that belongs to her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5bWn2q5m7qM/TXjTfuPCJMI/AAAAAAAAC3w/P3mhGSTHD7A/s1600/pen.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582444280066221250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5bWn2q5m7qM/TXjTfuPCJMI/AAAAAAAAC3w/P3mhGSTHD7A/s320/pen.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7785654359005876348-1909948197981776194?l=christinalfc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/feeds/1909948197981776194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7785654359005876348&amp;postID=1909948197981776194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/1909948197981776194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/1909948197981776194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/2011/03/pen.html' title='A pen'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02947922450524617196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5bWn2q5m7qM/TXjTfuPCJMI/AAAAAAAAC3w/P3mhGSTHD7A/s72-c/pen.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7785654359005876348.post-139547604276487203</id><published>2011-03-06T02:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T09:08:36.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If Plan A doesn't work, there's always Plan B</title><content type='html'>It's a lazy Sunday afternoon, All of a sudden I had cravings for English Breakfast. I always have weird weird cravings at weird weird hours. Like, one moment i have cravings for Milk Tea, one moment i want popiah, then all of sudden i want Boost Juice. You'll never know what i want at any time. Even I find my suddent cravings amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I heard of this new cafe... Plan B @ Bangsar Village. Always, when there's something new and it's good, words spread fast, and people will flood the new place, not minding to queue if have to. Fusion, western, american cafes now are booming one by one, people nowadays love it! it's a hangout place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Plan B's logo. I don't quite get the Lemonade. I was looking around the Cafe for Lemons or lemonade. None spotted. And then Coffee? Umm yeah, i see alot of coffee on the menu.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WN5PLsY1Dik/TXNcleqquOI/AAAAAAAAC3o/4K0uuRJUM8Q/s1600/plan%2Bb%2Blogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580906162199116002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WN5PLsY1Dik/TXNcleqquOI/AAAAAAAAC3o/4K0uuRJUM8Q/s320/plan%2Bb%2Blogo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we got there, it was almost pack with only one or two empty tables. We were seated right away and we just knew what to order. Chargrilled cheese burger for Dearest and Eggs Royale for ME! I just love the ambience, family and friends chillout place on a lazy Sunday afternoon. I love their menu, they have almost everything i like, from Salad, to burgers/sandwiches, pastas, snacks, milkshakes. And best of all, they serve breakfast until 6pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These days, I notice more and more cafes serve breakfast menu till late afternoon. Alexis, The Pink Sage and now Plan B. I loveeeeee breakfast menu, the toasted multigrain bread, smoked salmon, sauteed button mushroom and POACHED EGGS! POACHED EGGS are the BOMB!!!!!! i can eat poached eggs everyday. I have yet to make it my ownself though. It's quite easy, watching it from Junior Masterchef. If a 12 year old can do it, so can I. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My order. Eggs Royale. 2 poaches eggs and smoked salmon on Multigrain Toast with Hollandaise Sauce. They tasted really really good, I wanted moreeeee...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n2TAIMJScEo/TXNclEBouHI/AAAAAAAAC3g/aLWVserOCNs/s1600/eggs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580906155047696498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n2TAIMJScEo/TXNclEBouHI/AAAAAAAAC3g/aLWVserOCNs/s320/eggs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dearest's order. Chargrilled cheeseburger. According to Dearest, they taste really gooooood...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4M4UFu7CAIA/TXNcky0nTrI/AAAAAAAAC3Y/1wlupZJJTKI/s1600/beefburger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580906150429675186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4M4UFu7CAIA/TXNcky0nTrI/AAAAAAAAC3Y/1wlupZJJTKI/s320/beefburger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it was a lazy Sunday afternoon, Dearest catch up on his newspaper...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5F_G0loct0s/TXNckzXPQuI/AAAAAAAAC3Q/SrccVTlUZaA/s1600/hc.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580906150574899938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5F_G0loct0s/TXNckzXPQuI/AAAAAAAAC3Q/SrccVTlUZaA/s320/hc.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While i slowly sip my coffee..... Too bad the latte only comes in small glass. Tak syiokk..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z5NodvwYfBU/TXNckmpWYnI/AAAAAAAAC3I/2ixfVcTQcNk/s1600/chris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580906147161203314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z5NodvwYfBU/TXNckmpWYnI/AAAAAAAAC3I/2ixfVcTQcNk/s320/chris.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SECOND VISIT:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;During my first visit, the two girls at the next table ordered Caesar Salad and it looked really good. Look so good that i have to try the next time i go there. Hence, on my second visit, i know what I wanted before I even reached.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;See, poached egg again...... bliss!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585449929190957474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GRzwYpwHT1c/TYOBHhwoYaI/AAAAAAAAC34/nCbHOIunsys/s320/caesar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moroccan lamb meatball spaghetinni. Hmmm,, i ordered this because it sounded so close to Moroccan lamb shank. And y'all must know how much I love Moroccan lamb shank right now. The pasta was good and all. However the lamb meatball was tooooooooo salty. I over-salted my mouth that I could still taste salt until the next day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585449932739420002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_WdNy1LImAw/TYOBHu-pn2I/AAAAAAAAC4A/VStIc740ylA/s320/lambball.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a good meal. I would definitely go back again. I have yet to try their sandwiches... If I eat like this every weekend, it's definitely a bliss, but I will go broke, hahaha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7785654359005876348-139547604276487203?l=christinalfc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/feeds/139547604276487203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7785654359005876348&amp;postID=139547604276487203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/139547604276487203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/139547604276487203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/2011/03/if-plan-doesnt-work-theres-always-plan.html' title='If Plan A doesn&apos;t work, there&apos;s always Plan B'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02947922450524617196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WN5PLsY1Dik/TXNcleqquOI/AAAAAAAAC3o/4K0uuRJUM8Q/s72-c/plan%2Bb%2Blogo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7785654359005876348.post-6477038389531781326</id><published>2011-03-03T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T10:04:37.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yakitori @ Sumi-ka</title><content type='html'>After many positive reviews and recommendation, we finally visited Sumi-ka, SS15. They are Yakitori specialist and 80% on their menu are serve on sticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wkUFp5RM_Co/TW_V2_pTZiI/AAAAAAAAC3A/ajaj-4NZoUQ/s1600/Sumika%2Bsign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579913604109657634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wkUFp5RM_Co/TW_V2_pTZiI/AAAAAAAAC3A/ajaj-4NZoUQ/s320/Sumika%2Bsign.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had the following. Fully pictured.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(1) Beef in Miso Sauce. This dish is fantastic, as claimed by Dearest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kdY2-o3icfc/TW_V2qgSG1I/AAAAAAAAC24/bv9rH-Q95fA/s1600/beef1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579913598434679634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kdY2-o3icfc/TW_V2qgSG1I/AAAAAAAAC24/bv9rH-Q95fA/s320/beef1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) Enoki mushroom wrapped in Bacon. I find it lack of taste, only salted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AGB7wbeUJOU/TW_Vss7pxrI/AAAAAAAAC2w/O7a4Yt0ztQw/s1600/enoki%2B%2526%2Bpork.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579913427287656114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AGB7wbeUJOU/TW_Vss7pxrI/AAAAAAAAC2w/O7a4Yt0ztQw/s320/enoki%2B%2526%2Bpork.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3) Chicken. Only salted. Tasted bland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aIPzA5hjPoc/TW_VsXIL0FI/AAAAAAAAC2o/LHeHd0PwpX8/s1600/chicken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579913421434638418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aIPzA5hjPoc/TW_VsXIL0FI/AAAAAAAAC2o/LHeHd0PwpX8/s320/chicken.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4) Sweet potato baked in butter. Very sweet indeed. Very strong butter taste. I am no big fan of sweet potato. So, no comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JV-pPhsgW74/TW_VsHQ0ihI/AAAAAAAAC2g/JfRAjZ0Y45g/s1600/sweetpotato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579913417175894546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JV-pPhsgW74/TW_VsHQ0ihI/AAAAAAAAC2g/JfRAjZ0Y45g/s320/sweetpotato.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5) Bacon wrapped mentai (fish roe). I find this slightly more on the salty side. Erm, okayy only.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FleBHviJZc0/TW_Vr4HgsSI/AAAAAAAAC2Y/uhGaEGPRiwA/s1600/pork%2B%2526%2Bmentai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579913413110313250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FleBHviJZc0/TW_Vr4HgsSI/AAAAAAAAC2Y/uhGaEGPRiwA/s320/pork%2B%2526%2Bmentai.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(6) Steamed brinjal. This is yum because i love brinjal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GVdfCpLiZKo/TW_VrxOvZRI/AAAAAAAAC2Q/6vgTwI_YuWU/s1600/brinjal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579913411261588754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GVdfCpLiZKo/TW_VrxOvZRI/AAAAAAAAC2Q/6vgTwI_YuWU/s320/brinjal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There are alot more on the menu that we didn't have a chance to try. I heard their chicken wing, quail egg, chicken ball, chicken bone, chicken skin, squid yakitori are all good. Can't have everything at one go, can we? If you would like to visit Sumi-ka for a Yakitori meal, don't forget to bring more cash in your wallet as they only accept cash! Oh, and they are only open for dinner, if i am not mistaken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There you go, a post full of food pictures! I'm done, I'm out! Nites y'all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7785654359005876348-6477038389531781326?l=christinalfc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/feeds/6477038389531781326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7785654359005876348&amp;postID=6477038389531781326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/6477038389531781326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/6477038389531781326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/2011/03/yakitori-sumi-ka.html' title='Yakitori @ Sumi-ka'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02947922450524617196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wkUFp5RM_Co/TW_V2_pTZiI/AAAAAAAAC3A/ajaj-4NZoUQ/s72-c/Sumika%2Bsign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7785654359005876348.post-7684806313303080636</id><published>2011-03-03T08:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T09:30:11.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Milk tea</title><content type='html'>I swear I had milk tea almost everyday on my 7days trip at Macau &amp;amp; Hong Kong. HK milk tea is just super good. Despite the cold and chilly and windy weather, I would queue the long queue in front of the bubble tea shop just to get myself milk tea. They have rows and streets of milk tea shop ranging from more commercialize ones to less commercialize ones. Trust me, most of the shops serve good milk tea. No wonder they have long queues all the time. I drank almost everyday but i could never got sick of it. In HK, one of the more commercialize milk tea shop is Gong Cha. They exist in almost every main street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579893886458808690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4uhEdkGeoyI/TW_D7RrASXI/AAAAAAAAC14/ifI4qijZfJo/s320/gong_cha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579890982633601362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8gEbck90AE/TW_BSQFH-VI/AAAAAAAAC1o/iMAnUlIkoso/s320/gong_cha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I find myself weird that I love milk tea but I do not like bubbles. They are made of starch, that they make me full easily, and chewy, I do not like chewing and chewing non-stop, drinking at the same time. My usual order would be milk tea with either grass jelly or pudding. In KL i would hunt for milk tea shop which serves grass jelly of pudding. In Macau, the bubbles at this milk tea shop is really small and tiny (looks something like below!), it's just so much easier to chew on, interesting! Surprisingly, i liked it! Can't find it in KL, yet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579900543191481090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CpKQXdEZ-go/TW_J-v7v-wI/AAAAAAAAC2I/5EggQzvAMDM/s320/small%2Bpearl.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I returned from Melbourne, I have been hunting high and low, back and forth, for good milk tea, as good as the ones I regularly have at Happy Cup @Glen Waverly. More often than not, I've been dissapointed. I am fussy that I do not like my milk tea sweet. I would prefer to strong tea essence. I also like it when the milk tea is made-to-order i.e. freshly made on the spot and not pre-made. I recently discovered this new opening milk tea stall at Pavilion, Chatime! Boy I love their menu, it's made-your-own, with the up-to-you level of sweetness, different tea types and different toppings from QQ jelly, bubbles, grass jelly and many more. Ooooohh, their generous serving of grass jelly which is smooth and silky is getting me addicted!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l3IQ77jAIXI/TW_Euijxd8I/AAAAAAAAC2A/-3DW-h2chFI/s1600/chatime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579894767165208514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l3IQ77jAIXI/TW_Euijxd8I/AAAAAAAAC2A/-3DW-h2chFI/s320/chatime.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight, I found another milk tea shop which is made-to-order. This place called Takeaway @ SS15. I fell in love with their Pudding. Love it Love it Love it! Dearest said my eyes see bigger than my stomach. I ended up ordering and finishing a Large-sized milk tea w/ pudding and i am now blardy BLOATED! Ugh, I am having trouble sleeping now! Zzzz O.O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7785654359005876348-7684806313303080636?l=christinalfc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/feeds/7684806313303080636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7785654359005876348&amp;postID=7684806313303080636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/7684806313303080636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/7684806313303080636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/2011/03/milk-tea.html' title='Milk tea'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02947922450524617196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4uhEdkGeoyI/TW_D7RrASXI/AAAAAAAAC14/ifI4qijZfJo/s72-c/gong_cha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7785654359005876348.post-2387452183541371337</id><published>2011-03-02T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T08:15:40.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids these days (update)</title><content type='html'>With reference to my post &lt;a href="http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/2011/02/kids-these-days.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, would just like to update that my sisters has moved out into their rented apartment near College and I am sure they are having the time of her life. As what my 3rd sister posted on her wall (Facebook) i quote "I smell FREEDOM" ugh ugh ugh! Thay are under no parental control at all. And yesterday i think they were happily shopping with my dad because my dad called me in the evening (while i was still at work) asking if i have Topshop card. How nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lesser they are under parental control, the more I am under parental control. Sighs. Dad calls me more often now. I would jump when my phone rings and the word "Dad" is displayed on the screen. I would think like "Oh oh, am I in trouble??!!" *heart beating fast*. To prevent myself from jumping in the middle of a conversation or what I'm doing, i would call/sms my dad before he calls me to inform him on my ETA Destination: Home. Like today, he called at 10pm. And he would ask silly question like "Hey do you know if your uncle is in town? I can't reach him" on top of asking "Where are you and what time are you coming home?" HEHlo! How on earth would I know if my uncle is in or out of town! I found out my cousin sis gets that alot too. As we both were speaking about our dads, somehow we (very much) throw in the sentence "I think it runs in the Ng family"...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7785654359005876348-2387452183541371337?l=christinalfc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/feeds/2387452183541371337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7785654359005876348&amp;postID=2387452183541371337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/2387452183541371337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/2387452183541371337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/2011/03/kid-these-days-update.html' title='Kids these days (update)'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02947922450524617196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7785654359005876348.post-8349109052780637366</id><published>2011-02-26T16:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T18:03:06.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>It is a Sunday morning and I am working. When I have plans on both days of the weekend, I will just have to try my best to squeeze in some time for work after I wake up or most of the time, before I sleep and then end up sleeping really late and find it too hard to wake up the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My job is like that, I hop from client to client within 2 to 3 weeks. So, in between 2 client, I will have to wrap up the previous job, do it up nicely before I move onto the next job, hence the weekend work. Or, job amounted to too much, hence the weekend work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn the dark circles and sleepy eyes. I've been bugging mum to recommend me anti-ageing products. I'm a noob and she's a lesser noob than I am, she usually wouldn't know. I don't have the time (more like, lazy, no, more like, not interested) to look for beauty products. There are just too many brands and ranges out there in the market, i'll be so lost in that kind of maze. So, i would usually try on hers, and when I find it suitable, i'll just go get one on my own, as simple as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has any one of you watched Sanctum? If Yes, how was it? and if no, don't watch! don't watch! Sanctum is about this cave diving team whom are exploring this cave in some jungle. When a tropical storm and flast flood hits, a torrent of water started flooding the cave system and the cave diving team was trapped inside. So, the story was how they escaped. The part in which I do not like is that, one by one people die, it's depressing. It's not just people die, the movie actually show in detail how they die, how they got trapped, all the struggling, and when they know they will not be able to survive, they are drowned, to end their life faster. If you didn't know, Sanctum is based on a true story and it is Australian-made. Oz oz oz, oy oy oy! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, let's move to another movie, Burlesque. Love the dancing, singing and hot girls. Christina Aguilera is so tiny, her shoulder are so small. And can somebody tell me how old is Cher. Her face looks flawless, she has long and lengthy legs, omg! But this kind off show has nothing tot take out of it really, just watch for fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have others to watch, Black Swan and Little Fockers. I heard many bad reviews about Black Swan but i thought, this movie has won so many awards. I shall give it a try. The reason I am having so many DVDs to watch is because I do not have a chance to watch it on cinema. Either I am too busy or the movie is screened too short a period of time. I would know when the movie is out, before I can go to the movies, it's not showing anymore. And when I do go to the movies, i would usually teman Dearest watch his movies. The Mechanic for example, before the movie, I wouldn't know a thing about the movie. I would go into the movie without knowing who the actors are, it's storyline, whether it's action, thriller or whatnot. And most of the time, it turns out to be not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i have to start my work right now! I will now have to click "Publish Post" and I'm out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good weekend everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7785654359005876348-8349109052780637366?l=christinalfc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/feeds/8349109052780637366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7785654359005876348&amp;postID=8349109052780637366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/8349109052780637366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/8349109052780637366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/2011/02/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02947922450524617196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7785654359005876348.post-7749367566330015578</id><published>2011-02-24T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T07:59:53.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haircut (top priority)</title><content type='html'>So i've been saying I need a haircut badly, yes, finally I am doing something about it. Lifting my heavy ass and go to the salon. I've googled some medium length hairstyle. Some of the below is what I am considering..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(1) Short enough, me like! Err, the bangs, im not sure if i can do bangs! I have an oval face and i see some actresses with oval face and bangs, erm, weird! It kinda makes u look oval'er.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577284883576696882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hrjiqMD-7AI/TWZ_DUi-sDI/AAAAAAAAC1Q/H3DzWuvqkCk/s320/korean1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(2) The boring bob hairstyle. This is the safest one of all. I've tried this. And don't mind doing it again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577284887757144258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l27yrGlkAT0/TWZ_DkHrQMI/AAAAAAAAC1Y/T16zOCKGKVA/s320/korean2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(3) This is a longer bob. I guess it'll look nice and neat of u blow dry. This lazy bum here hates blowdrying hair. My hair will look like a mess in this hairstyle can???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i3JJEorx3Dk/TWZ_DwsGY2I/AAAAAAAAC1g/wgWm9kexdKY/s1600/korean3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577284891131143010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i3JJEorx3Dk/TWZ_DwsGY2I/AAAAAAAAC1g/wgWm9kexdKY/s320/korean3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; How now brown cow?!?! I've no idea...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7785654359005876348-7749367566330015578?l=christinalfc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/feeds/7749367566330015578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7785654359005876348&amp;postID=7749367566330015578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/7749367566330015578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/7749367566330015578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/2011/02/haircut-top-priority.html' title='Haircut (top priority)'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02947922450524617196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hrjiqMD-7AI/TWZ_DUi-sDI/AAAAAAAAC1Q/H3DzWuvqkCk/s72-c/korean1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7785654359005876348.post-6573503800483663567</id><published>2011-02-24T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T18:03:50.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>question:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p94YQpcJ8P8/TWZysQDbuVI/AAAAAAAAC1I/OiQOViXdH_4/s1600/twister.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577271293094115666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p94YQpcJ8P8/TWZysQDbuVI/AAAAAAAAC1I/OiQOViXdH_4/s320/twister.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; why is life so messed up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7785654359005876348-6573503800483663567?l=christinalfc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/feeds/6573503800483663567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7785654359005876348&amp;postID=6573503800483663567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/6573503800483663567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/6573503800483663567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/2011/02/question.html' title='question:'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02947922450524617196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p94YQpcJ8P8/TWZysQDbuVI/AAAAAAAAC1I/OiQOViXdH_4/s72-c/twister.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7785654359005876348.post-7898236866065985149</id><published>2011-02-22T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T17:33:42.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dragon fruit</title><content type='html'>For the past two weeks, I have been eating Dragon fruit for breakfast. A whole fruit. It's huge and filling and sweet. I quite like chewing on those tiny tiny seeds. My mum bought so much as if it were for 10 people. But, no one eats them, so i had to wallop all. Don't waste food kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I am early to work this morning *yawns* I am curious to find out the health benefits of a Dragon fruit. So i Googled! I want to evaluate how true are the points they make about Dragon fruit. I've been only eating for two weeks straight, how much of a change I can see right? Anyway, just want to know, just to make myself feel good about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top 10 health benefits of dragon fruit are:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Dragon fruit help to lower blood glucose levels in type 2 diabetes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Dragon fruit prevent formation of cancer causing free radicals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Dragon fruit helps moisturize and smoothen skin and decrease bad cholesterol level. - &lt;em&gt;Oooh, this i want badly! A smooth skin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Dragon fruit helps improve appetite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Dragon fruit can enhance the body metabolism because of its protein content.  - &lt;em&gt;Oooh, this i want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Dragon fruit helps improve digestion and reduce fat. - &lt;em&gt;Gosh, how true is this? My stomach has like the slowest digestion in the world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Dragon fruit helps maintain the health of the eyes. - &lt;em&gt;I need this! Anyhow, the time spend working infront of the laptop will have a total opposite impact.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Dragon fruit helps strengthen the bones and teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Dragon fruit promotes healing of cuts and bruise. - &lt;em&gt;Please do heal all my paper cuts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Dragon fruit helps improve memory. - &lt;em&gt;Yes please, i do really need this! I suspect i do have short-term memory loss. I easily forget bits and pieces of really important information. And, I can clearly remember all the nonsense but vaguely remember important stuffs. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, eat more dragon fruit! I'll make my mum buy more =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7785654359005876348-7898236866065985149?l=christinalfc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/feeds/7898236866065985149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7785654359005876348&amp;postID=7898236866065985149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/7898236866065985149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/7898236866065985149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/2011/02/dragon-fruit.html' title='Dragon fruit'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02947922450524617196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7785654359005876348.post-4924786176424681131</id><published>2011-02-21T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T17:32:52.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>talking nonsense</title><content type='html'>I would like to share a funny conversation of Dearest and I over the phone just right before we go to bed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Part A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest: "I'm having Maggi Curry for breakfast tomorrow!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Why? Why Maggi Curry for breakfast? Your mummy actually allows?" Puzzled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest:"Yeah,as long as I don't dirty the table"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:"What? If you dirty the table, you wipe lah!" After saying only I knew he was already talking nonsense..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest: "Oh what nonsense am I talking" ...I knew it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Part B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Ok, you're really tired you should go and sleep now!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest: "Ok, i'm going to sleep now.. What are you going to do now?............. Halftime?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahahahahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Dearest, if you're reading this, I don't think you remember any of this... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7785654359005876348-4924786176424681131?l=christinalfc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/feeds/4924786176424681131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7785654359005876348&amp;postID=4924786176424681131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/4924786176424681131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/4924786176424681131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/2011/02/talking-nonsense.html' title='talking nonsense'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02947922450524617196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7785654359005876348.post-382087899679615845</id><published>2011-02-20T23:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T19:35:45.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids these days</title><content type='html'>Seriously, can I not feel old already? It's been a couple of years since i left Uni, kick-started my working life and now, I am all about working! Not so much of a career woman! Just, starting from the bottomest! Sigh! It's tiring you know! Reason why I have been feeling like that is because I lately frequent Pink &amp;amp; Rock Cafe (both nearby Sunway College). I used to go there all the time! The boys and girls I see there are so young, like, totally out of my age group! T____T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my 3rd sistah has started college. Since she started college, she has been so worked up. Phew! Swt! Not because of classes, assignments or projects, it is because of finding the suitable outfit of the day, everyday! Every single day, she would spend time ransacking through all the cupboards, cabinets, drawers, matching a top and bottom and bag, as if she is to attend a modeling photoshoot. Seriously, kids these days, it's just college. You go to college to go for classes, not to parade your outfit. It's not exactly different from my college times. People were all fashionable and all. Maybe I just couldn't be bothered. I believe I was the least popular at college. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sistah not only ransacked her own cupboard, but she has to come to mine, conveniently borrow my jeans, skirts, bags and whatnots (to match her different styles everyday). And now it's what, the fifth week?!?! I don't know how often she comes to mine, but everytime I enter her room, i will definitely spot something which is mine. I go "Hmmm...." She'll have the innocent look and hoping I wouldn't notice. Once in a while, she'll kindly ask me "Do you have a big bag?" "Do you have a high-waisted skirt?" Do you have this and do you have that! Aiyaa, just take whatever and wear la!! and you know being the eldest sister, I will definitely nag.. but in the end, I will still give it to her lahh.. Such a kind sister right, I know! *self-praise* *shy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I too borrow her clothes at a regular basis *shy*. Most importantly, I asked her permission. That's just because she has too many clothes wandering around the house, overflowing her cupboard. And they're all branded and expensive (well, at least I think so). Yeah, so if you think that I wear new and different clothes all the time, no, i don't shop alot, i cheat, alot of them belong to my sister. Haha. She's actually very smart to have my parents buy her new clothes on a regular basis. My dad is the type who doesn't really mind buying his kids stuffs, as long as it doesn't cost him a bomb. He will not ask like some parents do, like, why do you want this for? I thought you have something like this?. My mum on the other hand encourages her kids to shop, like, when there's an upcoming dinner event, she would ask us to go shop for long dresses. When we're shopping, she would ask us to go look around for clothes to buy, but she herself doesn't shop. Such is a too generous kind-hearted mother. Sometimes, the things that my sisters ask for is so unbelievable and what I would think is too much, and my parents KINDLY buy it for them, aahhh, in which I would think if I were them I will definitely not buy it for them (a mean sister becoming a mean mother?)! Haha.. I think it's a big sister thing! That is why sometimes Dearest thinks I'm stupid for not having my share! I do think so sometimes too. Yeah yeah, he reasons to me alot! But......... most of the time I wouldn't listen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish I can knock some sense into her! Or, through time, her effort to mix and match and dress up will die down! Yeah, in the middle of the semester, when all the assignments and exams piling up, i doubt she will find time to dress up! Well, i'll keep an eye (a big sister's role). Haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7785654359005876348-382087899679615845?l=christinalfc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/feeds/382087899679615845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7785654359005876348&amp;postID=382087899679615845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/382087899679615845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/382087899679615845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/2011/02/kids-these-days.html' title='Kids these days'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02947922450524617196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7785654359005876348.post-3615772304972726543</id><published>2011-02-20T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T07:12:50.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cravings</title><content type='html'>It is just normal to have cravings once in a while. And be sure to satisfy that craving, for if it is not taken care of, you would probably feel lousy and moody, all you would think about is food, and more food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time I was craving for lamb shank. Dearest and I was at Marmalade and they had on their menu, Moroccan Lamb Shank. Boy to my biggest surprise, it was very very yummy! On normal days I wouldn't have ordered this dish. But, on that day, I glad I ordered. And since that day, I craved for more Moroccan Lamb Shank. Hence, I had my second one at Serai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kZz6fdoClJQ/TWErKn3GosI/AAAAAAAAC1A/fwU_Cg_jKpU/s1600/serai%2Blambshank.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575785275160175298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kZz6fdoClJQ/TWErKn3GosI/AAAAAAAAC1A/fwU_Cg_jKpU/s320/serai%2Blambshank.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tried Western style lamb shank i.e. brown sauce. I personally prefer Moroccan style. Because, there is just so much flavour, the tomato-based gravy is flavourful and the lamb shank is perfectly seasoned with mind-blowing spices, the lamb meat is so tender that it is falling off the bone. Lamb shank is suitable for people like me, who doesn't fancy meat, who is just so lazy to chew on meat because chewing on just meat would make my jaws tired. But, as for lamb shank, soft and slippery, I do not require much mouth workout. Oh the rice. There's just something good about the rice. It's especially fragrant with raisins, cashews etc. What a lovely compliment to the lamb shank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've stuffed myself meatful TWICE. I will on a lamb shank break.... Till then..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7785654359005876348-3615772304972726543?l=christinalfc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/feeds/3615772304972726543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7785654359005876348&amp;postID=3615772304972726543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/3615772304972726543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/3615772304972726543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/2011/02/cravings.html' title='cravings'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02947922450524617196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kZz6fdoClJQ/TWErKn3GosI/AAAAAAAAC1A/fwU_Cg_jKpU/s72-c/serai%2Blambshank.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7785654359005876348.post-1037218513098032327</id><published>2011-02-07T23:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T06:21:32.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>//rubbish//</title><content type='html'>How is the new year of rabbit treating everyone of you? Good? May this rabbit year brings everyone happiness, laughter, prosperity, filled with joy, good health and all the good things in life. Speaking of the rabbit year, as I am born in the year of a rabbit, i will be going to "sip tai sui". If you're not familiar the the term, Chinese believe "Tai Sui" is a star which brings negative energy to people born in the year of a Rabbit (in this Rabbit year) so people born in the year of a Rabbit have to “sip” to minimize all the negative impact. How to do that? Just go to a temple which provides "Sip Tai Sui" service. They would do the whole package for you and would tell you what to do and it costs about RM20-30 (not too sure). Does that mean all the bad luck will not come in your way this year? Well, if you believe so. I myself honestly don't know, I guess I just do it in case of anything happens to me, I don't go blaming myself for not "sip tai sui". LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;CNY celebration for me this year was very different than any other years. Not only for me, but for the entire Ng family. This is the first time I spend CNY out of KL. Out of my Ah Ma's house, which is just 5 mins away from mine. I was not looking forward to it at all. I did not even shop for new CNY clothes. Suddenly, I feel I have been orphaned. Prior to this, every year we would have reunion dinner, we would have a big feast of my Ah Kong's and Ah Ma's favourite dishes. Among them are "Tai Ewe Bak", Pig intestines pepper soup, curry vegetables, "Joo Hoo Char" and fried hokkien mee. Although i have been eating almost the same thing at every chinese celebration day, I was never sick of it. We have a very big family, 8 uncles i.e. 8 families and of course the martriach of the family, my Ah Ma. We had to take turns to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On "Cho Yat", the Ng family members would dress up handsomely and beautifully. We would all gather at Ah Ma's house and the house will be packed with family members, puppies, CNY concert playing on "Wah Lai Toi" to merry the house, the sound of the mahjong tiles shuffling drowned in the pool of our loud voices, and of course all sorts of CNY cookies to munch. I just love the fact that Ah Ma plays a big part in the whole CNY thing. She would make sure there are sufficient drinks, mandarin oranges, cookies, chairs for all. She would make sure there is enough food for us. Days before CNY, she would personally "ta pao" fresh yee sang from the market for us to "lou sang". These are the family gatherings in which I will miss for the rest of my life. Most of all, I will miss her very much. From now on, there will be no more reunion dinner, "Ti Gong" celebration, "Chap Goh Meh" fancy dinner, "Tong Yuen" festival, "9 Wong Yeh" festival and a lot more in which i celebrated but don't know what is it called. Usually Ah Ma would just called and invited us and we would turn up at her doorstep for dinners and stuff. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every now and then, thinking of her gets me really sad. Like, when my family goes to a Chinese restaurant and orders "lou sang", we would think of how much she just loves "lou sang", and extra plum sauce. She can whack quite alot, we would ensure she has multiple servings. Now, we would only order half portion instead of full portion, because she is not here to eat with us. Or when my family goes for Shabu Shabu (we brought Ah Ma there once), we would think of the times we brought here there and she ate quite abit. When we have jellyfish during steamboat we would think of how much she loves jellyfish, when we have cempedak, we would think how much she loves cempedak, when I pass by the Imbi Hawkers, I think of the times I would detour after work to get her favourite nyonya kuih and deliver it to her. She would sometimes kiss me on the cheek and praise me for being such a good granddaughter and that I had her at heart. I am already tearing as I speak. Sighs, I come to realise that there will never come a day in which I can let go. I am hanging onto memories of her and I had for the past 23 years. She has treated me and the whole family extremely well, she has been contributing and supporting the family in every way and very capable at keeping us all together as one. I really envy other people who still have their grandparents around. Hope everyone would treat their grandparents like treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This CNY was spent at mum's hometown, Ipoh. I still have a Popo there (thank God!), aunties and uncles and cousins, in which I dearly miss. I enjoy my trips to Ipoh. First of all, I go to Ipoh just a handful times in a year. My Popo, who would always tell me to study/work hard, be hardworking at earning money, pull up my pants for me if she thinks it's low waisted, she is just so motherly, my 1st aunty &amp;amp; uncle whom i think loves me *shy* because they reward me with big angpao when I did well for my PMR &amp;amp; SPM (note: my parents never gave me angpao for doing well), they even came all the way to KL to send me off to Melbourne; my Grandaunty, who's a fortune teller (loves listening to her interesting stories) and 3 drop-dead-funny cousin brothers. And who can resist Ipoh food. Ipoh food is just so good. I go there hungry and come back stuffed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I have been drowning in a pool of work. For a period of 2 weeks before CNY, I worked so much, stayed very late at client's office, made client work on a Sunday, goes home and continue working, I honestly didn't know I was THAT hardworking. I even skipped lunch and dinner, partly influenced by the client I deal as she doesn't eat lunch and dinner. During that period, all I think of was work work work. Everything else, non-work related was a blur. Now I guess I am floating a little, I can breath at least. Still, work keeps coming and I feel I've becoming detached with my personal life, probably some people would think I've becoming less happening, less friendly, less approachable and anti-social. Do not ever underestimate the power of auditing, it sucks up your brain power, it sucks up your energy and life and whatever good things. I see signs of dark circles, pimples and what not. Very soon at the age of 25, i will be looking like I'm 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To remain sane during the peak period, you need silly friends. Silly friends who are full of crap, who will NOT talk about work (I hate talking about work outside office and after working hours). Trust me, I actually have colleagues who would talk about work (anything that is related to work, serious matters or gossip) at dinners and gatherings. Gossip or not, interesting or not, I don't like listening, whatmore talking about work. When they start, my mind will be floating away and my hearing will be less attentive, lalala. Is it me who is weird? Are these signs I am not liking my work? Or that I just want to have a worklife balance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everyone of you love compliments, dontcha? I am a person who doesn't take compliments seriously. Especially when it comes to looks and everything else along that line. When people say lenglui, i would just ignore that comment, but yeah everytime people say it commonly, so common that it means nothing, ahh, that shows I am not perasan ok. This Aunty, my current client is especially nice to me (she's the nicest client i've dealt with so far). She would compliment me almost everyday like "Christina, you dress up so pretty today arr" or like "Wah you everyday dress up so nice arr" or like "Mr X only kacau pretty girls like you", things like that. To layan or not? Well, I cannot really tell if she's telling the truth or not, whether if it's a real compliment or not, so I don't know whether to say thank you or not. But since she's so nice to give me such compliments, I just smile back at her, I don't want to be perasan LOL. The one compliment I don't like to hear is "Christina, you've lost weight" like HEHLO! I can feel my butt fleshier as days go by. I can't fit into most jeans already. I've tried them on, I can only manager to pull up to my knee, how sad is that! How on earth have I lost weight. I really don't know how these people see. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a haircut. Like, urgently! The plan was to cut after new year. Then, delayed plan till after CNY. But, I am indecisive of what hairstyle I would want this time. Should I just do the same old bob hairstyle or a totally different one. All I know is that I want it really short. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I would like to proudly announce to the world that I finally had my first visit to the gym in 2011. Tell me, tell me, I am wasting my money away. But I am still resorting to gym once in a while, when I feel fat and guilty. So, still holding on to it for the meantime. The other day, a gym guy approached me for an evaluation thingy. Where you stand on a machine, that reads your weight, height, BMI, fat %, muscle %. He basically wanted to sell me Personal Training. He asked "what is your goal?" I said "XX kg" (and that is like 10kgs lesser than my current weight). Guess what he didn't respond and go on talking about something else, I bet you he thinks it was a joke. -.- *sobs*. All my life, I've been on the fleshier side. Yes,I've always had issue with my weight. I was born big. Yes, my poor mum had C-section just because I was toooo big to pop into this world! My nanny fed me lots of milk that I became bigger size. In kindergarten, primary school, secondary school, I've been one of the biggest and maybe tallest in class that even when I purposely go to school on the first day early to reserve a strategic front or middle row seat in class for myself, when the teacher comes in and see me blocking the girls' view at the back, the teacher immediately throw me to the back of the class. I eat alot of crap when I was younger. That was why I failed to be a gymnast. LOL. I envy girls with are lean and tall and whatever they wear will look nice on them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, I have passed my 4th paper. Another 1 more to go, ooh I can't wait! I was actually very confident that I would do well for this paper *shy*, I very seldom feel this way. For a second, I even thought I could win the "highest marks" price. I tell youu, never never think that way, no matter how confident you are, how you thought you did so well for the exam, because when you think that way, it will never be how you expected it to be. I guess that what you call - overconfident. Whatever it is, I am glad that I pass. I think I've changes over the years. You see, back in Uni I was very competitive and "kiasu", I admit. I would study really really hard to be the best in class. I would strive for HDs and Ds, no less. Any lesser, I would feel like I didn't do good enough. When the "competitors" beat me, I die die also must study even harder to beat them the next round. LOL. LOL. LOL. It wasn't easy okay, because the "competitors" will also be aiming back at you, die die also wana beat you to the highest marks. Phew!! I am glad all that competition is over. But, like right now, whatever marks it is, I am happy that I pass. I have grown to be a more mature person, it's a good thing *ahem ahem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's Day (14 Feb) - I was working late. I really didn't feel like having anything fancy. Dearest felt like having burger, we headed to Carl's Jnr. Come to think of it, I never like having fancy dinners on V-Day. Most restaurants serve V-Day 3-course-meal whatnot at a rip-off price, which are mass-cooked and most of the time, tastes below average. I would prefer keeping fancy dinners for other occassions or whenever we feel like it. I also don't do flowers and chocolates, the V-Day norm. I think I have helped Dearest save $$ on that. But, i don't know whether to hug him or scold him, he recently bought me something expensive, in which i think was just too much! Scold Dearest for, first, he doesn't need to spend so much on that, I never gave Dearest the impression that I wanted or needed that, nothing to justify that he should spend his savings on me like that, and I simply just don't deserve it. At my age, and at my current earning power, I am in no position to talk High-End Brands. I just don't want him to feel obligated to buy me stuffs just because other people are buying expensive things for their partners. I don't know, but i actually felt really really guilty. To give him a hug because he is so thoughtful to buy me such a nice gift and all he wants is to make me happy. He spent his savings not on himself, but on me, shows that he thinks of me more that he thinks for himself, loves me more than he loves himself. In a relationship, exchanging gifts thingy can make one another feel more loved and appreciative perhaps?? ...... I hugged him anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7785654359005876348-1037218513098032327?l=christinalfc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/feeds/1037218513098032327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7785654359005876348&amp;postID=1037218513098032327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/1037218513098032327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/1037218513098032327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/2011/02/rubbish.html' title='//rubbish//'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02947922450524617196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7785654359005876348.post-213479593426350324</id><published>2011-01-10T05:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T06:20:10.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Betty's Midwest Kitchen @ Aman Suria</title><content type='html'>Ahhh weekend. Something that every workpeople looks forward to from Monday - Friday. Weekend is something very precious for workpeople. It's the only precious 2 days out of the 7 days a week to get some rest and escape from work. But, sometimes, for auditors, weekend is still about work. Cis... So, before the peak starts, i would go out do everything i wanna do, go everywhere go, before peak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Dearest and I met up with Jojobobs! It has been sucha long time. He lives nearby and yet we hardly even meet. BBMed him and we adjourned to Betty's Midwest Kitchen @ Aman Suria recommended by Dearest. Decent western food at reasonable price, according to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-rMRh6MTn8/TSsRtjP05iI/AAAAAAAAC00/RFP4WxZ1qLc/s1600/bettymidwest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560557639172417058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-rMRh6MTn8/TSsRtjP05iI/AAAAAAAAC00/RFP4WxZ1qLc/s320/bettymidwest.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, he missed his "Dog Food" Yes, the food below is named "Dog Food". Maybe that is why it is served in a dog plate. Look at the cheesy creamy white sauce. Potato = starch = Carbs. Sinfulllllll....... Unhealthyyy...... But nevermind, EAT FIRST REGRET LATER! Hahaaa!! (psst.. i spent an hour in the gym right before that.. gosh!my visit at the gym was pointless then!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-rMRh6MTn8/TSsRDZcdjwI/AAAAAAAAC0k/J9n_UuXktic/s1600/dogfood.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560556914986553090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-rMRh6MTn8/TSsRDZcdjwI/AAAAAAAAC0k/J9n_UuXktic/s320/dogfood.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, our main course to share is Pork Chop in &lt;em&gt;x&lt;/em&gt; sauce. Both the guys love it, i think it was too meaty. It's pork, it's meat, duhh!!! Love the onion at the sides tho. Soft and sweet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-rMRh6MTn8/TSsQjLKCixI/AAAAAAAAC0c/P8jATVqh2oY/s1600/porkchop.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560556361395374866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-rMRh6MTn8/TSsQjLKCixI/AAAAAAAAC0c/P8jATVqh2oY/s320/porkchop.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next maincourse to share is the Jucy Lucy. The looks of it not so good. We went like "Huh? This is Jucy Lucy?" Then when we divided the burget into 3 portion, the juice from burget pattie started ooozinggg... more like, the OIL started ooozinggg all over.. ughhh!!!! Unhealthyyy... fattening..... So sinful...... Dammit!!!! I am so going to reget it.. Regretted and argh!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-rMRh6MTn8/TSsQiwKwB2I/AAAAAAAAC0U/_YC_m5ICR7c/s1600/jucylucy"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560556354150598498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-rMRh6MTn8/TSsQiwKwB2I/AAAAAAAAC0U/_YC_m5ICR7c/s320/jucylucy" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you say American, why can anyone not order Apple Crumble. It is just so good.... And boy Betty's Midwest Kitchen's Apple Crumble is goooood! Yummm.. and 2 scoops of ice-cream some more. Normally it's just a scoop per serving right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A-rMRh6MTn8/TSsQiShjfuI/AAAAAAAAC0E/du6SuxxXdO0/s1600/applecrumble.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560556346193182434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A-rMRh6MTn8/TSsQiShjfuI/AAAAAAAAC0E/du6SuxxXdO0/s320/applecrumble.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also ordered Bread Pudding which is a super dissapointment. It's tasteless, the texture is just bad.. Even I can make better bread pudding... super serious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-rMRh6MTn8/TSsQiJxObkI/AAAAAAAACz8/XuggkkKyCo0/s1600/breadpudding.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560556343842991682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-rMRh6MTn8/TSsQiJxObkI/AAAAAAAACz8/XuggkkKyCo0/s320/breadpudding.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys! Enjoying their sinful desserts. Om nom nom nom!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560556352371224018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-rMRh6MTn8/TSsQipig7dI/AAAAAAAAC0M/ICJ_CyE75ZU/s320/hcjoshua.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aaahh........... *burps* No more potato for the next month! I'm so full of it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7785654359005876348-213479593426350324?l=christinalfc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/feeds/213479593426350324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7785654359005876348&amp;postID=213479593426350324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/213479593426350324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/213479593426350324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/2011/01/bettys-midwest-kitchen-aman-suria.html' title='Betty&apos;s Midwest Kitchen @ Aman Suria'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02947922450524617196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-rMRh6MTn8/TSsRtjP05iI/AAAAAAAAC00/RFP4WxZ1qLc/s72-c/bettymidwest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7785654359005876348.post-5958517372458960123</id><published>2011-01-08T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T09:18:05.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a very fine italian dining @ il Lido</title><content type='html'>Dearest's mum has read various reviews on il Lido and has decided to give it a try. So, Dearest and I decided to tag along on a fine italian dinner. I never knew its existence despite passing thru it uncountable times. I didn't expect il Lido to be so "fine" i wore a shirt and jeans. People at the other tables were dressed pretty decently. I was totally underdressed whoops. The atmosphere there was almost pindrop silence i didn't dare speak a word as i entered. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A-rMRh6MTn8/TSiP_T3WaTI/AAAAAAAACzs/VcPZTyM7URU/s1600/il%2Blido.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559852057815836978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A-rMRh6MTn8/TSiP_T3WaTI/AAAAAAAACzs/VcPZTyM7URU/s320/il%2Blido.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so let's dig in to the food.. we were first served bread. The bread on its own is already oily, the base was already drenched with olive oil, so when dipping in more olive oil would make it very oily. But i was dipping and dipping so many times in order to get the vinegar, but it's so difficult to get to the vinegar. Oooh the guilt of too much oil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559852598698511266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A-rMRh6MTn8/TSiQeyz1C6I/AAAAAAAACz0/2AwreIKkgAc/s320/bread.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A complimentary appetizer. I have no idea what is this called. The waiter was mumbling some "canggih" name. It's tasted something like a deep fried cheese ball. This was actually quite good... i love cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-rMRh6MTn8/TSiPl2_flFI/AAAAAAAACzc/OSwFmHYXA-8/s1600/appe1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559851620568634450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-rMRh6MTn8/TSiPl2_flFI/AAAAAAAACzc/OSwFmHYXA-8/s320/appe1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spinach salad. It was ok.. just ok.. neither the best nor the worst salad i've eaten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-rMRh6MTn8/TSiPloq06qI/AAAAAAAACzU/nPhMzyYKVsk/s1600/salad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559851616723856034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-rMRh6MTn8/TSiPloq06qI/AAAAAAAACzU/nPhMzyYKVsk/s320/salad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest's dad ordered the Classic Menu, which is a 5-course meal of Pan Roasted Scallops with Roast Garlic Cream and Crispy Prosciutto, Squid Ink Tonnarelli with Spicy Crab and Tarragon Foam, Wagyu Beef Cheek with Celeriac Pure’ and Fava Beans, Traditional Tiramisu, Coffee &amp;amp; Petit Four &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-rMRh6MTn8/TSiPldUwjVI/AAAAAAAACzM/kygp1MrbUoc/s1600/scallop.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559851613678505298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-rMRh6MTn8/TSiPldUwjVI/AAAAAAAACzM/kygp1MrbUoc/s320/scallop.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-rMRh6MTn8/TSiPlAwqiOI/AAAAAAAACzE/OZPug_2tYD0/s1600/beef.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559851606010923234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-rMRh6MTn8/TSiPlAwqiOI/AAAAAAAACzE/OZPug_2tYD0/s320/beef.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ordered Baked Rigatoni with Suckling Pig, Porcini Mushrooms and Truffle. The person we ordered with warned me that it is very rich and since it is baked, i need to eat it fast otherwise the pasta will harden. My eating speed is below average, not slow, because i've seen many people who are much slower than me, but i'm the slowest in my family (ok la, same same as my mum). I ordered it nevertheless. Eat faster only what, Ng Po Ni can do it one.... lol... So then came the baked pasta and boy the portion was huge. Each pasta is stuffed with minced sucking pig it was too meaty for my liking. Other than that, the taste, the cheese, the sauce and everything else was good. I was stuffing myself with so much pork, and because it is so rich and creamy, my eating speed remained below average, and i required some assistance to help finish up my dish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A-rMRh6MTn8/TSiPKazD8aI/AAAAAAAACy8/f1lL-TxcqHU/s1600/baked%2Bpasta.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559851149143830946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A-rMRh6MTn8/TSiPKazD8aI/AAAAAAAACy8/f1lL-TxcqHU/s320/baked%2Bpasta.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh my hair is long already, wonder if it's the time again to chop it off. Chop like real short. Maybe, bob. What is the in-trend hairstyle now? I can't do fancy fancy ones. To me, it's short or long. Layered or not layered. As simple as that. I am looking for a Korean hairdresser, I know Ampang Avenue would have loads, I need to google which one to go to. My friend so cute when I told her I wanted to go to a Korean hairstylist she asked "Oh, need to go to a Korean hairstylist to get a Korean hairstyle?" Lol, i do not have in mind a Korean hairstyle. But, if it suits me, why not? As long as it is not too bizarre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know, this hair, it took me sooooo long to grow. It's as if it's out of fertiliser and sun, water etc etc for it to grow. Pertumbuhan rambut yang terbantut = saya punya rambut. I've always complained about my hair, how I'm facing hair loss problem since i was 12. So worried that by the time i'm 30, i only have a few strands of hair left on my head. I do not like to comb and blowdry my hair because doing so would actually make me lose more hair. I've tried the expensive Rene Furterer hair loss range but it doesn't seem to help at all i really don't know what to do, start all over again by shaving bald lah!! haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559852060215833330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A-rMRh6MTn8/TSiP_czjcvI/AAAAAAAACzk/BSMPdT0xi0k/s320/me.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok back to food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dearest's mum's dish - Squid Ink Tonnarelli with Spicy Crab and Tarragon Foam. I don't get the foam thing. Is it a type of presentation, a cooking method or to give it some extra taste. I don't know. The entire squid ink pasta is full of crab flavour, just for crab lover. Dearest who isn't a crab lover thinks it tasted just weird. Dearest's dad thought it was bland, i myself is not a big fan of crabs, but i thought it was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A-rMRh6MTn8/TSiPKNFou2I/AAAAAAAACy0/L3iMngQk5k8/s1600/squidink.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559851145463642978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A-rMRh6MTn8/TSiPKNFou2I/AAAAAAAACy0/L3iMngQk5k8/s320/squidink.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Dearest's Spaghetti with Pork Belly, Shallots, Pecorino Cheese and Tomato Sauce. He thought it was the best dish of the night. To me, it was okayy, tasted just like Spaghetti Bolognaise. Nothing extraordinary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A-rMRh6MTn8/TSiPKBFgB3I/AAAAAAAACys/ToELaahVkZY/s1600/spag.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559851142241847154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A-rMRh6MTn8/TSiPKBFgB3I/AAAAAAAACys/ToELaahVkZY/s320/spag.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tiramisu. Not my type of tiramisu. The presentation looks good though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-rMRh6MTn8/TSiPJ9pL15I/AAAAAAAACyk/2n8ajkXoATY/s1600/tiramisu.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559851141317777298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-rMRh6MTn8/TSiPJ9pL15I/AAAAAAAACyk/2n8ajkXoATY/s320/tiramisu.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And lastly, polka dots. Haha. These are actually, Petit Four served with coffee. These are chocolates. Not my cup of tea of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-rMRh6MTn8/TSiPJgiTjrI/AAAAAAAACyc/Fla1Q5_KjP0/s1600/choc.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559851133504294578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-rMRh6MTn8/TSiPJgiTjrI/AAAAAAAACyc/Fla1Q5_KjP0/s320/choc.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all the food was ok. I've never been to a fine Italian restaurant so I didn't know what to expect or what to compare against. However, I realise I prefer the non-fine dining normal range italian restaurants, pizzas and pastas in big portions which are made to share. Sharing is caring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lol. Nites all. Gonna wake up early tomorrow to be back at the gym, after being MIA for so long. Dearest made a comment the other day, he was looking at a photo of me taken August 2009. He said i looked fatter now as compared to the photo. I was "devastated". I know that is true for some time already but choose to be ignorant and keep eating and eating like god knows never ending. Now hopefully I've come to my senses and that I cannot fit in most my pants and jeans already I need to get back into shape and for that I have to sleep now. Nites all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7785654359005876348-5958517372458960123?l=christinalfc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/feeds/5958517372458960123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7785654359005876348&amp;postID=5958517372458960123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/5958517372458960123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/5958517372458960123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/2011/01/very-fine-italian-dining-il-lido.html' title='a very fine italian dining @ il Lido'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02947922450524617196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A-rMRh6MTn8/TSiP_T3WaTI/AAAAAAAACzs/VcPZTyM7URU/s72-c/il%2Blido.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7785654359005876348.post-7062447628120463155</id><published>2011-01-06T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T08:43:32.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tourist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-rMRh6MTn8/TSXvZUyPVXI/AAAAAAAACyU/4NcGkP9mzzE/s1600/thetourist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559112533413942642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-rMRh6MTn8/TSXvZUyPVXI/AAAAAAAACyU/4NcGkP9mzzE/s320/thetourist.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching The Tourist at a cinema last weekend was an unusual one, speaking of the last movie I watched was PCK on a friend's birthday i.e. 1 Sept 2010. Any good movies that I've missed? I sure did. But, with internet, download websites and Unifi, within few moments a movie is copied into your laptop ready to be watched. Thanks to technology nowadays, definitely comes in handy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you find the movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was a joke. I find the ending unbelievable, the person Wanted by the British govt and a Tycoon was actually there all along, Johnny Depp, who did undergo a $20million plastic surgery. WTH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next movie, Meet the Little Fockers! This weekend, perhaps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7785654359005876348-7062447628120463155?l=christinalfc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/feeds/7062447628120463155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7785654359005876348&amp;postID=7062447628120463155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/7062447628120463155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/7062447628120463155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/2011/01/tourist.html' title='The Tourist'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02947922450524617196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-rMRh6MTn8/TSXvZUyPVXI/AAAAAAAACyU/4NcGkP9mzzE/s72-c/thetourist.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7785654359005876348.post-8459321528993518470</id><published>2011-01-05T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T09:14:50.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown to 2011!</title><content type='html'>NYE countdown has always been a yearly affair between me and my highschool friends, the five of us *glee* Weird though, most of us are in KL but yet we never meet, until the last day of the year. And still we have a great time, all our catch-ups, rantings and gossips, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A-rMRh6MTn8/TSSlMylVQQI/AAAAAAAACyM/M0t3PaQE48k/s1600/starbucks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558749479237402882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A-rMRh6MTn8/TSSlMylVQQI/AAAAAAAACyM/M0t3PaQE48k/s320/starbucks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend brough a toy friend. The rest of us were jakun'ed all over her toy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say HI to Polaroids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-rMRh6MTn8/TSSlMk_nl2I/AAAAAAAACyE/4MVS3WWGbn8/s1600/pic8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558749475589560162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-rMRh6MTn8/TSSlMk_nl2I/AAAAAAAACyE/4MVS3WWGbn8/s320/pic8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A-rMRh6MTn8/TSSlMVSyYDI/AAAAAAAACx8/pFGTASeKqvQ/s1600/pic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558749471374991410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A-rMRh6MTn8/TSSlMVSyYDI/AAAAAAAACx8/pFGTASeKqvQ/s320/pic1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A-rMRh6MTn8/TSSk8hYS9BI/AAAAAAAACx0/gnDeenfEKf0/s1600/pic2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558749199741416466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A-rMRh6MTn8/TSSk8hYS9BI/AAAAAAAACx0/gnDeenfEKf0/s320/pic2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what I mean???? JAKUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-rMRh6MTn8/TSSk8edxwNI/AAAAAAAACxs/7_rFzVOCKxQ/s1600/pic5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558749198959100114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-rMRh6MTn8/TSSk8edxwNI/AAAAAAAACxs/7_rFzVOCKxQ/s320/pic5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were damn "sampat" right in the middle of Starbucks, doing loonies poses!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-rMRh6MTn8/TSSk8BTKsdI/AAAAAAAACxk/XoiyUvE-HK0/s1600/pic6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558749191129969106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-rMRh6MTn8/TSSk8BTKsdI/AAAAAAAACxk/XoiyUvE-HK0/s320/pic6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-rMRh6MTn8/TSSk8FC-IsI/AAAAAAAACxc/KOLEGGdsL2o/s1600/pic4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558749192135779010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-rMRh6MTn8/TSSk8FC-IsI/AAAAAAAACxc/KOLEGGdsL2o/s320/pic4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A-rMRh6MTn8/TSSk7-Htv3I/AAAAAAAACxU/gOE3CVU1Nkw/s1600/pic7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558749190276628338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A-rMRh6MTn8/TSSk7-Htv3I/AAAAAAAACxU/gOE3CVU1Nkw/s320/pic7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's late and I've got not much to say other than a very Happy New Year to all of you. Be positive think positive and may you have a great year ahead! xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7785654359005876348-8459321528993518470?l=christinalfc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/feeds/8459321528993518470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7785654359005876348&amp;postID=8459321528993518470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/8459321528993518470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/8459321528993518470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/2011/01/countdown-to-2011.html' title='Countdown to 2011!'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02947922450524617196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A-rMRh6MTn8/TSSlMylVQQI/AAAAAAAACyM/M0t3PaQE48k/s72-c/starbucks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7785654359005876348.post-7456800924006227874</id><published>2011-01-05T06:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T08:53:53.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two nights in Jakarta!</title><content type='html'>Hello world :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been missing in actual for an undeniably long period of time, it's time to kick start this somewhat abandoned blog of mine into the new year of "rabbit" 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the last week of 2010, it was potentially the most hectic week of the year. I spent Christmas in the busy city of Hong Kong, where the city never sleeps, a food heaven, a meeting point of brands and fashion. Most people I know that went and returned, going hyper on how much they L.O.V.E Hong Kong. Some even go to HK so frequent, as frequent as I go to Bangsar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I am one of the very very few who feels otherwise. KL is a city busy enough for my liking. I live in the city centre where traffic jam is my "bestfriend", do I really need a busier city to spend my holidays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first stepped foot in HK airport, headed straight (dragging my luggage) to the MTR station, my head was saying "can HK get any busier?" haha, i guess i was grumpy that i had to lead the way when i do not know the way, dragging a luggage in which i share with my sister heavy like rock isn't helping with my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as freshen up at our hotel, we started walking and walking through Tsim Tsa Tsui, Nathan Road, sightseeing and shopping. With so many people on the streets, cars, buses, stores sardined with people gave me headaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the 5th day (Xmas Eve), my head was screaming "Get me OUTTA here!!" By evening, roads at Tsim Tsa Tsui was closed for traffic, open for pedestrians. Then, I guess every single Hongkies left home and gathered at Tsim Tsa Tsui because I encoutered and got stucked in human traffic, like KL's typical Friday after-work traffic jam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, the morning dosage of "char chan teng"s french toast, condensed milk on toast with milk tea were delectable. Daily visit at random Bubble Milk Tea parlour (cold drinks despite the already cold weather) were antidote to my headaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I shall end my rants on HK with a beautiful view from The Peak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558724009585878402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-rMRh6MTn8/TSSOCQvNJYI/AAAAAAAACxM/BLyHHr0Xl3M/s320/hkview.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the day after next, I find myself travelling on air again. This time, to Jakarta on business. Yeah, sounds pretty professional. But really, it's stock count. Warehouse. Factory. Inventories. Yeah. Oh I have to mention, I was on the same flight with the national footballers, to Jakarta for their 2nd leg Final against Indonesia. Yeah all of you are giving that =.= face with "so?!" haha. exactly! so? and no, i did not take any authographs or any pictures of them or me with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I landed in Jakarta (it's my first time visit to Jakarta), client's Indo. counterpart fetched me and client to the warehouse. Started counting right away. That's where I fell sick. I mean, catched a cold in HK but the running nose, sorethroat, phlegm and everything else came in later in Jakarta. Not a good sign!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing was, the hotel I stayed at was really great, potentially one of the best hotels I've stayed at. The room was small and cosy (see below). Best thing was, it has free unlimited internet so I can chat with my Dearest. We have been apart for 3 weeks, we have alot to catch up. As you can see, the see-through glass serves a purpose, y'know. How random Dearest's mum FB messaged me "You are staying alone, so you don't have to draw the curtains" Haha, yeah. Better, I did watch "How I Met Your Mother" in the shower. Haha. I bathe with scalding hot water, caused the glass to be covered in hot steam, so I just have to keep wiping the glass. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558710798310189186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-rMRh6MTn8/TSSCBQ5oKII/AAAAAAAACw8/6tTV35jUw4o/s320/nikko.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crossed over to Plaza Indonesia's foodcourt for some local food. So many food names which are so foreign to me. Even a nasi ayam have 5 to 10 different styles. I even saw Penang Kuey Tiow Goreng. Feeling a lil' Vegetarian and had Gado-Gado *happy*...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-rMRh6MTn8/TSSCBvGUfgI/AAAAAAAACxE/xACsgKQdIVk/s1600/gado.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558710806416489986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-rMRh6MTn8/TSSCBvGUfgI/AAAAAAAACxE/xACsgKQdIVk/s320/gado.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At my first bite, I regretted. I have sorethroat + phlegm, spicy food isn't gonna make things better for me. I finished most of it nevertheless. The guy asked me if I want it spicy, i said "More spicy please =D" I gave it to myself! I so deserve to fall sick =(! That night, I forced myself to bed. So godammit sick I vomitted phlegm in the middle of the night! I did not wake up for the 9am alarm (for breakfast), woke up at 12pm instead (fyi, checkout time: 1200). I jumped up from bed! Got ready, packed, send few e-mails and checked myself out. I have like 5 hours to spend until another client of mine picks me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crossed to the other side of the road and find myself in front of 2 huge-ass malls; Plaza Indonesia and Grand Indonesia. Is it me or what, the malls is very confusing. With Plaza Indonesia having the eX extension. With Grand Indonesia having the East Wing, West Wing and Skybridge. I had to frequently look at the Mall Directory to locate when I was. Harvey Nichols closed down sale was H.U.G.E. As i mentioned before, the [sick] me had no mood at all for shopping. My head felt heavy (a feeling like I have not been sleeping for 76 hours). Walked and walked and walked. I see the "SALES" sign at every angle. The [normal] me would go crazy walking in and out every shops. The [sick] me just walk pass those shops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558706365707094098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-rMRh6MTn8/TSR9_QKsiFI/AAAAAAAACws/K5l69n_gVio/s320/IMG_8118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After walking aimlessly for 2 hours, I decided to drop by Guardian and get myself some Meds. Had a lil' trouble explaining my sickness to them. I wasn't even sure if they prescribed the right Meds. I think it worked because by evening, my head wasn't feeling heavy then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw this at Grand Indonesia. It's a smart idea for kids. Most kids cannot sit still during a haircut session. So what they can now do is be distracted and play with cars. I know Dearest will be very jealous with those kids in there, he probably wishes he could've been there when he was a kid. This Dearest of mine is a child at heart =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558706998854584610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A-rMRh6MTn8/TSR-kG00iSI/AAAAAAAACw0/pz_gT_5gfXU/s320/IMG_8114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was not so priviliged on my second night. We stayed at a Serviced Apartment at the Industrial Town (see below). What a big difference from the one above right. It's clean at least. It has free internet as well (in which I only discovered 1 hour before checking out the next morning). After a whole day of walking, you just had to rest brain body (feet especially), any place would do! Well, what I meant was, any "Decent" place! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-rMRh6MTn8/TSR9-Sv5gLI/AAAAAAAACwc/FgVbDjk6WqI/s1600/IMG_8121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558706349220135090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-rMRh6MTn8/TSR9-Sv5gLI/AAAAAAAACwc/FgVbDjk6WqI/s320/IMG_8121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my second stock count at a logistic warehouse, which was fairly simple and straight forward. Thank god! I just have to mention, that the GM of the warehouse is very "leng chai" &gt;.&lt; He treated my client and I to some authentic Indonesian food. The restaurants serves an interesting varying kinds of chillis to accompany your dishes. My client and I were having a great time. We are buddies, simply because we love chilli. The GM and other Indonesians were indeed impressed with our chilli intake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-rMRh6MTn8/TSR9-MLhFYI/AAAAAAAACwU/3BIBUEmogE8/s1600/IMG_8135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558706347456927106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-rMRh6MTn8/TSR9-MLhFYI/AAAAAAAACwU/3BIBUEmogE8/s320/IMG_8135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Soon after we departed to the Airport for our flight back to KLIA scheduled at 8pm. Due to the unpredictable Jakarta traffic jam, we left as early as 1pm to the airport. Furthermore, it was the 2nd leg of the AFF Suzuki Cup Msia vs Indo in the City, all the more reasons to leave earlier to the airport. From the Industrial Town, it took us 2 hours. Well, the journey felt like 15minutes because all I did was sleep. Haha. By 3pm we were already at the airport. Crap! Too early! 5 hours, crazy!!! what am i gona go! There was an earlier flight 6.30pm, in which if we were to take would incur each of us RM200 penalty. I was HOPING VERY HARD that my client would agree to it. Sadly, she didn't. She rather wait for 5 hours! Gosh... NO!!! We sat walked sat walked. If I were alone, I would find a spot and do my work. The thing is, my client is with me, it's not appropriate to do my work and leave her alone. So I layaned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some veterans performing some musical...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-rMRh6MTn8/TSR996DGbdI/AAAAAAAACwM/z-3G5EC5Jbk/s1600/IMG_8137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558706342589787602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-rMRh6MTn8/TSR996DGbdI/AAAAAAAACwM/z-3G5EC5Jbk/s320/IMG_8137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On my returning flight, as I entered the Airbus, the smell of food made me sick. They served dinner with a choice of chicken or dory fish. I chosed fish, hoping it wasn't the one that has the smell that made me sick. So then I opened the cover and oh the smell!! It was that very smell that made me sick! I was adventurous enough to take a few bites and gosh, no, it was gingery, minty, the sauce for the fish was just not right. How can such food be passed off as a served dish on board! Can I be employed as a food taster for airlines? I will serve the yummiest food any passenger would come back for more. Serious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aaahh,.... At Home I Was! To my beloved country. To my beloved family. To my beloved Dearest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7785654359005876348-7456800924006227874?l=christinalfc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/feeds/7456800924006227874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7785654359005876348&amp;postID=7456800924006227874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/7456800924006227874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/7456800924006227874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/2011/01/two-nights-in-jakarta.html' title='Two nights in Jakarta!'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02947922450524617196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-rMRh6MTn8/TSSOCQvNJYI/AAAAAAAACxM/BLyHHr0Xl3M/s72-c/hkview.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7785654359005876348.post-5053771162613364730</id><published>2010-12-04T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T07:02:20.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam exam exam</title><content type='html'>Stress stress stress... T___T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have self-grounded myself for the last 2 weeks, and will do for another 3 more days. And after that, I'll be as free as a bird. I can exit prison and say hello to the world outside. FML&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been facing my four walls, eat study eat study eat study. sleep. the same whole cycle repeats. Ya ya, boring! Well, i believe i must put in my best effort in order to deserve it. I'm afraid I slack happy happy party party then when i fail all i have to blame is myself. Duhh me no want that to ever happen, thus, work my brains off on them bookssss..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within these 2 weeks, something gone wrong with my digestive system. Everytime I eat, I find it difficult to burp afterwards. Worst, when I do, it's almost like puking. Even that, I don't think I eat thattt much to be able to puke. Grrr...!! Maybe it's because I have been eating bread, cakes, "zhong" and I am so sick of all those Carbs. I was complaining to Dearest, hinting him to get me something soupy, he bought me Nong Shim Korean Ramen. *happies* just that he bought the wrong one. It's prawn flavour. I wanted the Hot &amp;amp; Spicy. Trust me, there's a big, no!, huge difference....I can imagine him walking into the supermarket alone, blur blur, see packaging red color and a little letter O in the chinese working "Aaaahh, that's it!" It's the wrong one, my dear!!! Then i told him it tasted different and not good. He insisted that it taste "almost" the same and that I was exaggerating!! Ugh............. Then he came over and purposely make him eat that noodle, hahahaha, he straight away took back his words, what was worst is that he felt like puking right after, because it's prawn flavoured. hahahaha, ok i've laughed enough *serious face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, what an unproductive Saturday. Weekend is lazy days. Especially with the gloomy weather, you would just feel like sleeping in and not do anything. Dearest came to spend the whole day with me studying. I mean, he brough his laptop and other ready equipments to fill his time at my place. Even if he doesn't bring them, it's ok, because he can sleeepp.. He's really good at sleeping, anytime anywhere, he wants it, he'll just sleeeppp...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then dropped by at my office. Dearest is soooo amazed with the elevator system. It's nothing like the conventional "press up or down". There's a centralised system where you tag in and press the level you wish to go, then the system will assign a lift to you. Which means, you can only take the assigned lift and not any other. Dearest has never seen anything like that before. Neither of you have right, haha, go to 1Sentral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we dropped by at Great Eastern Mall to get Starbucks. I'm so addicted to Starbuck when I am on study leave. It's a craving, and it only happens when I am on my study leave. Maybe when I study too much I need something to relax my mind. Haha... Ordered my usual Green Tea Frappe, i know, it's damn fattening and i seriously need to lose lowerbody weight. That stubborn fats, i'll leave it till after exams, then plan what to do with them, meaning my thighs and butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great Eastern Mall was having Christmas Chocolate Cake Charity, where hotels in KL participate in Chocolate Cake Decoration and us people can go in and enjoy the fancy fancy christmas deco on choc cakes like christmas tree, santa, etc etc. 1 slice is RM15 okayy... and damn small piece... but anything for Charity. Dearest picked Holiday Inn's Chocolate Banana. According to him, nothing fantastic. Not surprising, because it's emphasizing on decorations and not taste. Plus, there were lots of celebrities. Among all, i only recognise Amber Chia. As for the rest, ummmmm, familiarrrrr.... but..... don't know! I've seen her somewhere,, ohh and her somewehere else,, ohh, i don't know!! Btw, Amber Chia is damn tall.. and damn skinny..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huhuhu,, dearest is leaving on a 2 weeks trip to Vancouver tomorrow T____T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited for him. The snow, the plane, the shopping... I've never been on a plane to a place that far. I cannot imagine the pain, restless-ness on a super long hour flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gahh, just can't wait for Tooosday, then I can have my holiday as well.. I've make appointments with dear friends, can't wait to go outttt...... without feeling guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh i've got no more to talkabout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna end this with a damn lame joke;&lt;br /&gt;"What did Sushi said to Wasabi?"&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;"Wassssuuppp B!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, have a nice day people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7785654359005876348-5053771162613364730?l=christinalfc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/feeds/5053771162613364730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7785654359005876348&amp;postID=5053771162613364730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/5053771162613364730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/5053771162613364730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/2010/12/exam-exam-exam.html' title='Exam exam exam'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02947922450524617196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7785654359005876348.post-5954782430278399653</id><published>2010-11-27T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T06:13:44.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hummer...</title><content type='html'>I have a friend, who shall remain unnamed, bought a Hummer, to work the farm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTFBBQIELSFIOGFAJHOIWJHF!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I myself do not fancy a Hummer. But, Hummer is a luxurious VIP ride. In movies, you see a group of girls out on a VIP party nights to VIP nightclubs in a VIP Hummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would've thought a Hummer ended up being in a farm? With its bulky body, clawing through muddy roads. You tell me... Haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A-rMRh6MTn8/TPENvoVNxVI/AAAAAAAACv8/Nwbj_3vLnT0/s1600/hummer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544227728201205074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A-rMRh6MTn8/TPENvoVNxVI/AAAAAAAACv8/Nwbj_3vLnT0/s320/hummer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You should've seen the look on mine and Dearest's face. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hummer!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;WOW!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Farm!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;WTF look!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; -.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's fun to get some insight of rich people's life sometimes. That's why I watch Kimora: Life in the Fab Lane, those stuff... All the glamor &amp;amp; style &amp;amp; success... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*dreaming awayy*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7785654359005876348-5954782430278399653?l=christinalfc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/feeds/5954782430278399653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7785654359005876348&amp;postID=5954782430278399653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/5954782430278399653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/5954782430278399653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/2010/11/hummer.html' title='Hummer...'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02947922450524617196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A-rMRh6MTn8/TPENvoVNxVI/AAAAAAAACv8/Nwbj_3vLnT0/s72-c/hummer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7785654359005876348.post-4621704440376852072</id><published>2010-11-23T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T19:48:55.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>online shopping</title><content type='html'>cans i not shop online already..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm seeing numerous "iPay88" in my credit card statement already..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's what I do, filling my time, or when taking a break while studying, or shall i say WASTING TIME.. shopping, at the comfort of my study table + chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i see this pretty lil' dress that I really like, it's only RM59. see the twisting at the front, love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-rMRh6MTn8/TOyJlz4SPnI/AAAAAAAACv0/PrK4WpGufM4/s1600/dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542956524060687986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-rMRh6MTn8/TOyJlz4SPnI/AAAAAAAACv0/PrK4WpGufM4/s320/dress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but..... i doubt i can fit into it, based on the measurement given.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Length: 63cm  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bust: 30cm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waist: 30cm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hips: 41cm  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fits UK size: 6 - 8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm definitely not UK size 6-8. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And too bad it's not stretchable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7785654359005876348-4621704440376852072?l=christinalfc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/feeds/4621704440376852072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7785654359005876348&amp;postID=4621704440376852072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/4621704440376852072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/4621704440376852072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/2010/11/online-shopping.html' title='online shopping'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02947922450524617196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-rMRh6MTn8/TOyJlz4SPnI/AAAAAAAACv0/PrK4WpGufM4/s72-c/dress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7785654359005876348.post-431968504276580759</id><published>2010-11-19T10:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T10:30:08.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life...</title><content type='html'>It has been 21 days since Ah Ma has left us! I've tried writing posts about her but everytime I just couldn't bring myself to finish them. I just couldn't do it! So many things I would love to talk about, her life, family and everything, it's just so much don't know where to begin.  So many beautiful memories we had. Just thinking about it makes me really sad. Whatmore, putting it in words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, one day, I will write. But, I don't know when that day is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7785654359005876348-431968504276580759?l=christinalfc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/feeds/431968504276580759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7785654359005876348&amp;postID=431968504276580759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/431968504276580759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/431968504276580759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/2010/11/life.html' title='Life...'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02947922450524617196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7785654359005876348.post-4168652619452789262</id><published>2010-10-24T07:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T07:13:44.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sidedish</title><content type='html'>Visit my not-quite new &lt;a href="http://christina-ng.tumblr.com/"&gt;Tumblr&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7785654359005876348-4168652619452789262?l=christinalfc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/feeds/4168652619452789262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7785654359005876348&amp;postID=4168652619452789262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/4168652619452789262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/4168652619452789262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/2010/10/sidedish.html' title='sidedish'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02947922450524617196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7785654359005876348.post-7894912689998261080</id><published>2010-10-14T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T09:28:19.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pretty bad week</title><content type='html'>It all started last week..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first client after returning from study leave, exam and wonderful holiday, I stayed up till 3am on work days. So stressed up at work and after work. Work work work. Oh I was mentally and physically drained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then come weekend, woke up early for gym on a Saturday morning. I knew it was my last day to train for Nikerun 10k and thus, screw the sleep and get my butt off to gym. And how lucky I was, the gym air-cond brokedown - crazy stuffy. Opening the front door was no help at all. I managed to run for only 20minutes, drenched in sweat and checked my distance on the treadmill was only 2.4km. WTH... so can't run that 10k, on following day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 5.45am on Sunday. Even my maid was still asleep. But, woke her up nevertheless (felt bad afterwards) as I need her to walk me to the bus stop in case I get kidnapped or whatever. I was feeling so hyped up as it was my 1st run ever. As I was approaching to the Starting Point, I see swarms of people in bright highlited fluorescent lime-green shirts. Ooo, I was really excited. Met my friend Millicent. The run started at 7.15am. We ran from Jln Binjai &gt; Jln Conlay &gt; Jln Ampang &gt; Jln Tun Razak &gt; AKLEH Highway &gt; Jln Tun Razak &gt; back to Jln Binjai (Finishing line!). Boy it was exciting! I jogged all the way, no stop (k, except for once, to tie my shoelace). The hardest part was at the highway when the roads were uphill. And I made a mistake for taking a sip of 100Plus at the Drinkstop @7km. It made me thirsty. And what's my motivation to run to the finishing line? An old man! Really, we were running at the same pace. And hell no I can't lose to an old man. If the old man can do it, I can do better! I practically push to the max on the last 100m. Millicent and I decided to treat ourselves to hearty breakfast at Alexis. Plus desserts (early in the morning, yeah!) Too bad Dearest couldn't make it, otherwise it'll be lots more fun. Oh and by the way, before the race, he thought I will not be able to finish the race. He seriously told me to stop if I feel uneasy. He totally underestimated me *sticking out tongue at him*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon-Wed was Malaysian Tax training. Was seated on same table with batchmates and had heaps of fun. We were all pretty familiar with Malaysian Tax and we keep winning points the instructor thought we were from Tax Dept and being the winning table, we won PwC triangular-shaped pencils *yay* just because it was the best out of the other prizes, international adapter or fridge magnet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I had the most excrutiating period pain at work. I had a twisted combination of headaches, tummy cramps, leg cramps, dizziness. I knew I had to go home and roll on my bed. It was the longest journey home. And worst part is, all traffic lights I pass HAD to be RED. ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home! Ate some Panadol! Try to sleep! Slept! Woke up at 10pm! Then I thought, what should I do? Eat? No. TV? No. Work? No. Then dozed off until the next morning. Off to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of work. Haven't been happy at work lately. With clients, with the team. It's not appropriate to talk about it here. So I shall "shhh". Just can't wait for this job to end. as for now, forcing myself to finish up my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at work, my laptop decided to die on me for whatever reasons I cannot think off. I've always had bad luck with my work laptop. Over a year and a half, i have been a frequent visitor to the ITguys, they remember me and everytime they see me they go "you again? don't be so rough with your laptop lah" Not my fault okay, i tried being very very nice and still, it decides to throw tantrum at me all the time, bluescreen and etc. Anyways, I had to go back to office on a hot afternoon, to hand in my laptop to the ITguy. and THAT ITguy, sighs, don't know if he knows his stuff, just transfer my hardisk into another laptop shell. It didn't work at first, finally work on the third. And that also, i have problems turning on my laptop sometimes. Ugh! On the way back to client's I was so stressed with the hot weather, I went to the nearest cafe and got myself a Kickapoo. I don't know why when I told Dearest this, he laughed so hard. He said people drink Kickapoo on a normal day, I drink it when I am stressed with the weather. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, my Grandma is admitted into hospital, under HDU (high dependency unit). Doctors and nurses are taking good care of her and yet she wants to check out and go home. The doctor told her that if she doesn't admit herself into hospital, she'll have few days to live. Her condition is quite bad, she's not eating, hence on drips. She's even on blood transfussion, for i-don't-know-what-reason. Last checked, she was 28kgs! And that was months ago. She hasn't been eating for awhile. Don't know how long her skeletal and meatless body can take it. Therefore, the Doctors formulated a milk powder for her. Really hope she recovers soon *prays hard*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I need to start working on my Assignment. Due date is in less than 2 weeks time. I have printed the materials and have no clue on what am I suppose to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things to do, so little time. I need better time management *shakes head at self*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to blog about my wonderful getaway but not in a very happy mood hence, will leave it for another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cheer myself up, am now going to watch Modern Family! bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7785654359005876348-7894912689998261080?l=christinalfc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/feeds/7894912689998261080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7785654359005876348&amp;postID=7894912689998261080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/7894912689998261080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/7894912689998261080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/2010/10/pretty-bad-week.html' title='pretty bad week'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02947922450524617196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7785654359005876348.post-3017370734507601183</id><published>2010-09-25T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T08:23:13.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner @ 10</title><content type='html'>Just had the worst fried rice ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupidly finished it because I am hungry and I didn't want to waste food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now am angry with myself for why do I bother wasting my stomach space with such low-standard quality and horrible taste food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been eating so much and sitting too much these days that I feel my ass now is bigger than ever. i kidding no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diet Christina! Diet!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7785654359005876348-3017370734507601183?l=christinalfc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/feeds/3017370734507601183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7785654359005876348&amp;postID=3017370734507601183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/3017370734507601183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/3017370734507601183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/2010/09/dinner-10.html' title='Dinner @ 10'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02947922450524617196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7785654359005876348.post-3065081071570906800</id><published>2010-09-22T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T20:34:10.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so cute can faint!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'd told Dearest I want a puppy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He said I wouldn't have the time to take care of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because I'm an auditor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;T____________________T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A-rMRh6MTn8/TJrJwJ2e_XI/AAAAAAAACvc/n2yLT2DzkoY/s1600/miniatureschnauzer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519946122411310450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A-rMRh6MTn8/TJrJwJ2e_XI/AAAAAAAACvc/n2yLT2DzkoY/s400/miniatureschnauzer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; see how adorable she is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A-rMRh6MTn8/TJrJv0J7YYI/AAAAAAAACvU/kJXAzP9mKfI/s1600/miniature-schnauzer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519946116587282818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A-rMRh6MTn8/TJrJv0J7YYI/AAAAAAAACvU/kJXAzP9mKfI/s400/miniature-schnauzer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Really so cute can faint!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I told Dearest I want a bunny instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're adorable too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, they're useless, they just sit there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T__________________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-rMRh6MTn8/TJrJvjrdCCI/AAAAAAAACvM/k3MYOPcDrAQ/s1600/bunnycute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519946112164497442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-rMRh6MTn8/TJrJvjrdCCI/AAAAAAAACvM/k3MYOPcDrAQ/s400/bunnycute.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But... but.... it's cute............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-rMRh6MTn8/TJrJvSqPc_I/AAAAAAAACvE/AtjkxpMQOSA/s1600/bunny11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519946107596010482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 326px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-rMRh6MTn8/TJrJvSqPc_I/AAAAAAAACvE/AtjkxpMQOSA/s400/bunny11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like a tiny furball. Fluffy and cute. Those cute little eyes.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;T__________T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7785654359005876348-3065081071570906800?l=christinalfc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/feeds/3065081071570906800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7785654359005876348&amp;postID=3065081071570906800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/3065081071570906800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7785654359005876348/posts/default/3065081071570906800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinalfc.blogspot.com/2010/09/so-cute-can-faint.html' title='so cute can faint!'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02947922450524617196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A-rMRh6MTn8/TJrJwJ2e_XI/AAAAAAAACvc/n2yLT2DzkoY/s72-c/miniatureschnauzer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7785654359005876348.post-6169700161582127352</id><published>2010-09-21T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T05:13:14.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i need a workout</title><content type='html'>It was 1 weeks ago since I last workout. No, not because I am lazy. I have a very valid reason, i have to study my exams is in a week time. That's fast coming to think about it, I took 3 weeks of study leave and 2 weeks have passed by so quickly I don't remember exactly what I did and done. Well, abit of studying and going out. At this stage, I am suppose to be all stressed up, all curled up on my study chair, talking to myself (a way to make myself remember, yes, by talking to myself), and a crazy woman lah. Instead, at this very moment, I am here writing this post, listening to Glee songs, catching up on my daily blogs reading, e-shopping and researching on my first Lomo Camera. Omg, the more I see it the more I want it, like right now! I have set my mind on Diana F+. When people post Lomo photos on FB, i get all excited and feel like driving out at that very moment to get my Lomo Camera. I would really wanna get my hand on it so that I can use it on my Bangkok trip. But, it's really rush and I don't have the time to go get it. After getting it, i still need to research and experiment with it. It'll take up alot of my time.. So *all sad* I've got to wait till I get back =( =( =( =( =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sitting on my chair for 2 weeks already, i could feel the fats surrounding my hips, buttock and thights. All the fat molecules are like sardining each other and layering themselves nicely around my belly and buttock. Oh crap! Even mentioning it is disgusting, I know. What to do, I wake up at noon, ate heavy lunch and I say heavy is because all i do is sit, with totally no exercise or movement, so, the calories will have no chance of being burned. then snack in between (when I am not even hungry, i just want to munch), dinner time, my 
