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href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>vivien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199280171938639437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SEbFumlNs_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/iYIuMsiAM3U/S220/DSC00917.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283711875434391647.post-7663699560245429469</id><published>2009-05-30T18:11:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T18:20:59.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living in a grateful world</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Be grateful to those who have hurt or harmed you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;for they have reinforced your determination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Be grateful to those who have deceived you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;for they have deepened your sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Be grateful to those who have hit you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;for they have reduced your karmic obstacles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Be grateful to those who have abandoned you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;for they have taught you to be independent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Be grateful to those who have made you stumble,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;for they have strengthened your ability.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Be grateful to those who have denounced you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;for they have increased your wisdom and concentration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Be grateful to those who have made you Firm and Resolute and helped in your Achievement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283711875434391647-7663699560245429469?l=dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/feeds/7663699560245429469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283711875434391647&amp;postID=7663699560245429469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/7663699560245429469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/7663699560245429469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/2009/05/living-in-grateful-world.html' title='Living in a grateful world'/><author><name>vivien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199280171938639437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SEbFumlNs_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/iYIuMsiAM3U/S220/DSC00917.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283711875434391647.post-8327034499825843145</id><published>2009-03-18T22:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T13:18:29.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Today is our 2nd year anniversary. I thought of going to UPM to dine with him. Sadly I just a blurr driver. I don't know how to go. huh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;End up being in college from 8am until 6pm. Experimenting on breads again. The result was not as good as the day before. The breads were over proof due to the high amount of yeast. The croissants were not flaky as the oven is not high enough and we were using only normal butter.Anyway the process was fun. ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Another round of meeting tomorrow. haih...another stab today. Our dearest assistant chef redo the hierarchy which I did weeks ago. And my place is under him... Can he be kind enough to sms me whether I did it anot? I am just for display or I am invisible? I wish i could say I am thin enough to be unnoticeable. haha... I am getting crazy soon&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Yup. 2 years of relationship. Not that long and not that short. Too much things happened in this 2 years. And things even happened before this 2 years. Thanks ney for being by my side, shower me with love and care. Thanks for being patience with me and my family. There is too much things I want to say to you. But I would like to keep it just for you and I. Luv you ney. muacks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283711875434391647-8327034499825843145?l=dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/feeds/8327034499825843145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283711875434391647&amp;postID=8327034499825843145' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/8327034499825843145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/8327034499825843145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/2009/03/today-is-our-2nd-year-anniversary.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199280171938639437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SEbFumlNs_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/iYIuMsiAM3U/S220/DSC00917.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283711875434391647.post-5721944064241371412</id><published>2009-03-16T23:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T13:15:48.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why assign it to me when someone else is doing it?????????????</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I had been longing to post about my freedom, free from recipe findings, requisitions and assignments. Finally my fifth semester is end today. wahaha...Too bad to say my mood is totally ruined by today meeting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Its been months since I knew the secretary had to do the timetable for Pm module. And Mr Oliver assigned it to me officially today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I had a rough idea on how to allocate the 52 persons. But our dearest assistant chef does not seems to like it and insist on his. It is not a big deal if he doesn't like it. The thing matters is his attitude. He should at least show some respect to me since the task is assigned to me. He even showed no respect to the chairperson and other leaders. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ah... I am pissed off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283711875434391647-5721944064241371412?l=dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/feeds/5721944064241371412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283711875434391647&amp;postID=5721944064241371412' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/5721944064241371412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/5721944064241371412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-assign-it-to-me-when-someone-else.html' title='why assign it to me when someone else is doing it?????????????'/><author><name>vivien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199280171938639437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SEbFumlNs_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/iYIuMsiAM3U/S220/DSC00917.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283711875434391647.post-5773678335801120426</id><published>2009-03-15T10:58:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T11:54:50.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cheap cheap fish. come on buy some fish...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was speechless when you mentioned that I only care for you and myself. I admit about my ignorance and lack of care to my family. But you sounds as if you do not know what happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Who am I to care? I am their daughter and the eldest sister. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Why should I care? Because we are a family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How could I care?....................... &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am just like a tenant here with free room, free streamyx, free food and free laundry service. When I am needed, I am their sister. When they do not need me, I am miss nobody. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;How long did she call my name? She used 'someone' to refer to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;This is worse. I am just a 'hxx yan' and not a sis. huh...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I hardly bake or cook anything since last year. It had became an unhealed wound for me. They don't really like western stuff and dairy products especially butter. So I made them a orange sponge cake. Nobody ever bother to touch it until the day I dumped it. When I asked, they replied kindly "Nobody touch it. So I assume it is sucks". So now onwards I will do things for myself. Finish it myself or another meal for Mr. Garbage Bin. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It wasn't as if I never try to change the situation now. I really put effort to mend our relationship. End up it is still the same. I'm a simple girl. I just some love and care. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Perhaps I should change my blog domain and title. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Vivien, the fishmonger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Because I sel-fish...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283711875434391647-5773678335801120426?l=dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/feeds/5773678335801120426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283711875434391647&amp;postID=5773678335801120426' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/5773678335801120426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/5773678335801120426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-was-speechless-when-you-mentioned.html' title='cheap cheap fish. come on buy some fish...'/><author><name>vivien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199280171938639437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SEbFumlNs_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/iYIuMsiAM3U/S220/DSC00917.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283711875434391647.post-4446511734774560006</id><published>2009-03-12T12:22:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T23:22:37.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday I will ask myself, will I be alive tomorrow?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I was so boring until I sat down to watch the movie that my bro was watching. I missed almost half of the movie. So nothing much to comment about it. But there was a phrase that I cant forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Everyday I will ask myself, will I be alive tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Nothing special about that phrase right? But it made me think.&lt;br /&gt;Every now and then I will plan for things that will arrive soon. It could simply your birthday, our anniversary, my industrial raining or perhaps my employment. I could hardly ask myself what will happen tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all knew life is fragile but how fragile it could be? How near we are to death? Haha...I sounds so depressed. What I am trying to say is just 'what is the purpose of planning if we don't even have a tomorrow'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283711875434391647-4446511734774560006?l=dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/feeds/4446511734774560006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283711875434391647&amp;postID=4446511734774560006' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/4446511734774560006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/4446511734774560006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-was-so-boring-until-i-sat-down-to.html' title='Everyday I will ask myself, will I be alive tomorrow?'/><author><name>vivien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199280171938639437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SEbFumlNs_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/iYIuMsiAM3U/S220/DSC00917.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283711875434391647.post-2542487834891552143</id><published>2009-02-28T23:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T16:53:51.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I feel so happy today...Nothing really special...Just an ordinary day...My tyre puncture with no spare tyre...Dinner at Uncle's house...Rushing my sop...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Anyway I am just happy..without any reason...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283711875434391647-2542487834891552143?l=dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/feeds/2542487834891552143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283711875434391647&amp;postID=2542487834891552143' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/2542487834891552143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/2542487834891552143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-happy.html' title='i am happy'/><author><name>vivien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199280171938639437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SEbFumlNs_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/iYIuMsiAM3U/S220/DSC00917.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283711875434391647.post-3783236382679427311</id><published>2009-02-14T23:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T16:48:20.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>valentine day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Today is Valentine's Day. A day for lovers....Is it a big deal if you are single or your lover can't make it for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;As usual Uncle is busy with his stuff. Although I feel a bit lonely but no big deal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Let make it this way. I love myself. So why can't I celebrate it alone? What could be better than doing something I like? This hectic semester left no time for me to watch drama. At last today I finished the 82 episods drama, The Gem of Life. wahaha...so happy. I like Jessice so much. Sometimes what she does is not right but I can understand why she does it. Perhaps we are the same kind of person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Did I mention I had a suprise today? Unexpected. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283711875434391647-3783236382679427311?l=dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/feeds/3783236382679427311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283711875434391647&amp;postID=3783236382679427311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/3783236382679427311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/3783236382679427311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentine-day.html' title='valentine day'/><author><name>vivien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199280171938639437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SEbFumlNs_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/iYIuMsiAM3U/S220/DSC00917.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283711875434391647.post-6142103894636935801</id><published>2009-01-28T21:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T16:47:56.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Which Part Of Chinese New Year You Miss The MOST?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;As what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://justincredibleplayshard.blogspot.com/2009/01/which-part-of-chinese-new-year-you-miss.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Justin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; post in his blog, there are plenty of stuffs we miss in Chinese New Year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Here are the things he listed out:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SYWuVcMLpYI/AAAAAAAAAPk/zd0WXxDq0-Q/s1600-h/chinese%2520new%2520year_home%2520(Small)%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297832220039030146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SYWuVcMLpYI/AAAAAAAAAPk/zd0WXxDq0-Q/s200/chinese%2520new%2520year_home%2520(Small)%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;hometown delicacies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SYWuVOlK9JI/AAAAAAAAAPc/pfLK1YFDA-E/s1600-h/angpau.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297832216385746066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SYWuVOlK9JI/AAAAAAAAAPc/pfLK1YFDA-E/s200/angpau.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;angpau aka red packets&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SYVz3mUP37I/AAAAAAAAAPM/FePyRiQ8dd4/s1600-h/firecracker1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297767935686729650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SYVz3mUP37I/AAAAAAAAAPM/FePyRiQ8dd4/s200/firecracker1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;firecrackers&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had shortlisted some other stuffs which happens only during Chinese New Year.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297767627409952114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SYVzlp5VjXI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Ww2RQdNceaM/s200/mandarin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;mandarin&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SYVzlxXBpsI/AAAAAAAAAPE/VndzaacfqO8/s1600-h/fu.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297767629413525186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SYVzlxXBpsI/AAAAAAAAAPE/VndzaacfqO8/s200/fu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;福&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SYVzllLoAuI/AAAAAAAAAO8/CRfHqb_cVr0/s1600-h/lion+dance.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297767626144482018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SYVzllLoAuI/AAAAAAAAAO8/CRfHqb_cVr0/s200/lion+dance.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;lion dance&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297767620945242514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SYVzlR0B6ZI/AAAAAAAAAOk/dAzfy_wzem0/s200/yeesang2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;yee sang&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, there is one thing I miss the most: &lt;strong&gt;cappuccino cookies&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It is a routine whereby my dad will bring us to visit his ex-boss during cny. This is how we fall in love with this yummilicious cookies. The ex-boss wife is kind enough to order it purposely for us each year. My entire family love it so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;However the one she bought for us this year is not the one we like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Disappointed... I miss it so much...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283711875434391647-6142103894636935801?l=dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/feeds/6142103894636935801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283711875434391647&amp;postID=6142103894636935801' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/6142103894636935801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/6142103894636935801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/2009/02/which-part-of-chinese-new-year-you-miss.html' title='Which Part Of Chinese New Year You Miss The MOST?'/><author><name>vivien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199280171938639437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SEbFumlNs_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/iYIuMsiAM3U/S220/DSC00917.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SYWuVcMLpYI/AAAAAAAAAPk/zd0WXxDq0-Q/s72-c/chinese%2520new%2520year_home%2520(Small)%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283711875434391647.post-1959661241478380654</id><published>2009-01-10T22:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T23:40:17.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new sem</title><content type='html'>5th Jan 2009, the beginning of my new semester. I thought it will a simple meeting with academic advisor and followed up by bakery class with Mr Fami (i wish someone else).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wish was fulfilled as Mr Mike Flemming form Cereal Tech Pte Ltd, Singapore was here to teach us bakery. I had heard about him since my first semester. Hehe...so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Least the I realise it was like an intensive class for a week and we will be examined on sat. Omg... It reminded me of PMR, SPM and even STPM. The week before examination will only be seminars, seminars and seminars. Terrible time. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the whole week we were dealing with bread, bread and bread. I'm not a fan of bread but I was forced to tuck those carb into my stomach everyday. Luckily the last two classes was on croissant, danish and short pastry. The croissants and quiche really gave me a kick to my taste palette. Yummilicious.... I am craving for more croissants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This semester is a really a mess. I am having 7 subjects in a short sem, which mean I will be having two classes of each subject in a week. For me it is too hectic as I was spoilt by last sem, 3 subjects for a long sem. In another words, I don't have time to work. This equal to no money to sing k, shopping ......... and where I find money for my petrol?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention I drive to college? Yup. I start to drive to KDU. It is scary because I am not skillful enough and I am driving alone, without Uncle Chow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ps. I am praying hard for no accident as I no longer work. Lets not forget to pray for more angpau (money, not the envelope). I need to pay petrol ma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283711875434391647-1959661241478380654?l=dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/feeds/1959661241478380654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283711875434391647&amp;postID=1959661241478380654' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/1959661241478380654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/1959661241478380654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-sem.html' title='new sem'/><author><name>vivien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199280171938639437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SEbFumlNs_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/iYIuMsiAM3U/S220/DSC00917.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283711875434391647.post-8887910090745459616</id><published>2009-01-04T21:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T23:11:51.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss u...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Tomorrow I am waiting for is finally arrived. I had been waiting desperately for 5th January 2009 to arrive. This is the day for schools to reopen. So I can have some peace in this house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Sadly I forgotten that my class commence at the same time and Uncle Chow is returning to UPM too... (T.T)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Finally he went back to UPM and I feel so sad to depart with him. You might think I am too much. UPM is just at Serdang. Couple of miles from KL. I can easily reach there by KTM or perhaps drive there? But what matters to me now is not distance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Love grows out of chance...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Meeting a mere glance and then a smile...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Touches the heart in many ways!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Isn't it incredible how we have been?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;From being perfect strangers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;To whom we're today,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Perfect couple in complete harmony,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;With each other's thoughts, dreams and plans...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Your love isn't a big thing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;It is a million little things,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You gave me reason...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;to smile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;to dream,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;to be happy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You really mean a lot to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;It must be telepathy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;For whenever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm down and blue...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You bring on the sun,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And lift my spirits,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A shoulder to lean on,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;An all-weather shelter,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Anytime, day or night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283711875434391647-8887910090745459616?l=dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/feeds/8887910090745459616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283711875434391647&amp;postID=8887910090745459616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/8887910090745459616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/8887910090745459616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/2009/01/tomorrow-i-am-waiting-for-is-finally.html' title='i miss u...'/><author><name>vivien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199280171938639437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SEbFumlNs_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/iYIuMsiAM3U/S220/DSC00917.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283711875434391647.post-3389249603920601666</id><published>2009-01-01T20:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T21:42:50.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>May Year 2009 Brings Me Lots Of Luck &amp; Happiness....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Year 2008 had finally ended. The year started out pretty hard while my last few months were filled with exciting days of both work and personal. Over the holiday season last December I had great time with Uncle Chow. In fact I am in such a good mood to start 2009 with a fresh list of new year resolutions! Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 Balance out my time. Must make a bigger fraction of time for my grandma and god family. Had been giving lesser attention to them last year. Lets not to forget my friends too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 Eat healthier. Used to limit my carb intake and replace it with higher intake of protein. I hardly notice I had tucked in more saturated fats in my body. Perhaps more veggies and fruits??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 Fight the bulge. Had been crawling under my mattress for weeks. It's time to expose to more sunlight. Hopefully by work out more I can reduce few inches from my butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 Learn mandarin. Said that million of times. Maybe 2009 bring me determination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 Be a better driver. No accident please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6 Polish my pastry skills. "Leslie wait for me!!" Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;#XX Make him sayang me more. wahaha.... And build better relationship with his family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;2009, here I come....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283711875434391647-3389249603920601666?l=dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/feeds/3389249603920601666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283711875434391647&amp;postID=3389249603920601666' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/3389249603920601666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/3389249603920601666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/2009/01/year-2008-had-finally-ended.html' title='May Year 2009 Brings Me Lots Of Luck &amp; Happiness....'/><author><name>vivien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199280171938639437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SEbFumlNs_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/iYIuMsiAM3U/S220/DSC00917.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283711875434391647.post-7429142534435976609</id><published>2008-12-31T10:44:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T23:57:12.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>08 things for the last month of 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;#1 Work at pastry kitchen. Although it is only for 2 days indeed I learnt something. And I didn't feel gan cheong anymore when I face Leslie. wahaha....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;#2 Celebrate Christmas. Actually I wasn't celebrating this year. I didn't go to church as which I agreed to go with Win Ann. I just prepare some fruit cake and gingerbread for family and friends. Hope they enjoy it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285789395595783074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SVrlczIDa6I/AAAAAAAAAOE/ri-jnioOh40/s200/DSC00529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;#3 Dinner with Uncle Chow and family. Once at his house and once at a korean bbq restaurant. Although it wasn't my first time to dine with them but I still... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Perhaps I am too shy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*grin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Nobody seems to believe this statement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285789393281092610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SVrlcqgMDAI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Ls7qKku6PnI/s200/DSCF9658.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;#4 Wash my car. I never wash car for my whole life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;#5 Drive alone. Credits go to Win Ann as she needs to borrow my car. I was forced to drive to her house. Anyhow I get my courage to drive alone already. Credits also got to Uncle Chow for his accompaniment. Pity him to train me and get scold by me. ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;#6 Shopping for chinese new year. I kinda lost the shopaholic part of me recently. I guess it is coming back to me bit by bit. I still need to collect some stuff for chinese new year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;#7 Get a pair of new spec.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;#8 Finally I got my hair cut. A brand new year with a new hairstyle.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285789382552110562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SVrlcCiMxeI/AAAAAAAAAN0/82B998ILCi4/s200/DSC00548.JPG" border="0" /&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/6283711875434391647-7429142534435976609?l=dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/feeds/7429142534435976609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283711875434391647&amp;postID=7429142534435976609' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/7429142534435976609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/7429142534435976609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/2008/12/08-things-for-last-month-of-2008.html' title='08 things for the last month of 2008'/><author><name>vivien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199280171938639437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SEbFumlNs_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/iYIuMsiAM3U/S220/DSC00917.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SVrlczIDa6I/AAAAAAAAAOE/ri-jnioOh40/s72-c/DSC00529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283711875434391647.post-7499599728985840860</id><published>2008-12-28T23:26:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T00:13:53.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>相处好，同住难'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;There is a saying '相处好，同住难'. For me it is very very true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had spent almost half of her life and I had spent my whole life, 21 years precisely to communicate with one another in order to live in peace. However it wasn't helping at all. We never like each other. We are just like land mine. You are safe if you mind your own business but you better be careful once you try to meddle with others' business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unexpectedly our relationship suddenly became better since I plan to move into hostel last year. We started to talk and care for one another. This condition did not last long. I moved back few months ago as my class was not as hectic as before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One morning she woke me in order for me to practise driving. I refused to wake as I was too tired from working the day before. I did raise my voice because I hate to do thing last minute. I didn't expect she teaches me as she hardly volunteer to teach me and she did not tell me beforehand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke, I apologised to her and ask for her forgiveness. She shouted at me and said that she wouldn't teach me anymore. I thought she might need some time to cool down but since that we never talk again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She never like me since I was still a child. She always talked bad about me in front of everyone, including my siblings. Hence I hardly get any respect from my siblings even though I am the eldest. Can you imagine how I feel when your sister call you 'hai yan'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a saying which I quite agree. It said that she felt my dad pour more attention and love into me compare to her. Imagine I am their first baby. Of course my dad will very sayang me. Anyway treat me bad or I should say not-so-good can't make my dad love you more k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I have a better mum... I really jealous when my friends mention about their mum. They can chat about everything. Looking at myself. I feel like an ostrich in this house. I used to fight back. Nowadays I will only keep myself away because I don't want my dad to stuck in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;middle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;At the end I can only spilt everything over him. He advised plenty of times to back off and take the first move. But I have my ego. I can't let go my pride as I did apologised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283711875434391647-7499599728985840860?l=dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/feeds/7499599728985840860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283711875434391647&amp;postID=7499599728985840860' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/7499599728985840860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/7499599728985840860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/2008/12/there-is-saying.html' title='相处好，同住难&apos;'/><author><name>vivien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199280171938639437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SEbFumlNs_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/iYIuMsiAM3U/S220/DSC00917.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283711875434391647.post-4517220973649698575</id><published>2008-12-17T20:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T20:39:07.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Three things in life that, once gone, never come back:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) Time&lt;br /&gt;(2) Words&lt;br /&gt;(3) Opportunity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three things in life that can destroy a person:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) Anger&lt;br /&gt;(2) Pride&lt;br /&gt;(3) Unforgiveness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Three things in life that you should never lose:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) Hope&lt;br /&gt;(2) Peace&lt;br /&gt;(3) Honesty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Three things in life that are most valuable:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) Love&lt;br /&gt;(2) Family &amp;amp; Friends&lt;br /&gt;(3) Kindness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Three things in life that are never certain:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) Fortune&lt;br /&gt;(2) Success&lt;br /&gt;(3) Dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Three things that make a person:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) Commitment&lt;br /&gt;(2) Sincerity&lt;br /&gt;(3) Hard work&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283711875434391647-4517220973649698575?l=dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/feeds/4517220973649698575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283711875434391647&amp;postID=4517220973649698575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/4517220973649698575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/4517220973649698575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/2008/12/3-things.html' title='3 things...'/><author><name>vivien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199280171938639437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SEbFumlNs_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/iYIuMsiAM3U/S220/DSC00917.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283711875434391647.post-8111804132793783324</id><published>2008-12-16T14:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T21:04:41.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TAGGGGG...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;1. The rules of the game get posted at the beginning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;2. Each player answers the questions about themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;3. At the end of the post the player then tags 5 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves a comment, letting them know they got tagged and to ask them to play and read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting time : 2:28pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Name : &lt;em&gt;pooi wen aka vivien&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Sisters : &lt;em&gt;2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Brothers : &lt;em&gt;1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Shoe size : &lt;em&gt;6?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Height : &lt;em&gt;163?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Where do you live : &lt;em&gt;kay elle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Favorite drinks : &lt;em&gt;coffee &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(used t0 be a coffee addict)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Favorite breakfast : &lt;em&gt;HL milk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Have you ever been on a plane : &lt;em&gt;nope...but fong fei gei for quite few times&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Swam in the ocean : &lt;em&gt;yup&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Fallen asleep in school : &lt;em&gt;i love fishing in class&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Broken someones heart : &lt;em&gt;wat do u think?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Fell off your chair : &lt;em&gt;no idea&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Sat by the phone all night waiting for someone to call : &lt;em&gt;nope... he will call when he feel like calling me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Saved e-mails : &lt;em&gt;nope...im too lazy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;What is your room like : &lt;em&gt;junk room ps. those wasn't my stuff&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;What's right beside you : &lt;em&gt;a big bottle of water&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;What is the last thing you ate : &lt;em&gt;J. Co doughnuts for my breakfast&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Ever had chicken pox : &lt;em&gt;yup. when im in primary&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Stitches : &lt;em&gt;never...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Broken nose : &lt;em&gt;no thanks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Do you believe in love at first sight : &lt;em&gt;used to believe once upon a time ago but it hardly works&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Like picnics : &lt;em&gt;i will melt uncer the sun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Who was the last person you danced with : &lt;em&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Last made you smile : &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;You last yelled at : &lt;em&gt;bitch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Talk to someone you like : &lt;em&gt;everyday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Kissed anyone : &lt;em&gt;do i need to answer?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Get sick : &lt;em&gt;sick-ing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Talked to an ex : &lt;em&gt;we are still friend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Miss someone : &lt;em&gt;everyday... every hour... every minute... every second...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Do you sleep with stuffed animals : &lt;em&gt;i just got a single bed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;What's under your bed : &lt;em&gt;bitch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Who do you really hate : &lt;em&gt;bitch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;What time is it now : &lt;em&gt;2.48pm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RANDOMS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Q : Is there a person who is on your mind right now?&lt;br /&gt;A : yup&lt;br /&gt;Q : Do you have any siblings?&lt;br /&gt;A : 3&lt;br /&gt;Q : Do you want children?&lt;br /&gt;A : yup. i love children&lt;br /&gt;Q : Do you smile often?&lt;br /&gt;A : erm... depends&lt;br /&gt;Q : Do you like your hand-writing?&lt;br /&gt;A : of course. my very personal hand writing&lt;br /&gt;Q : Are your toenails painted?&lt;br /&gt;A : nope&lt;br /&gt;Q : Whose bed other than yours would you rather sleep in?&lt;br /&gt;A : someone&lt;br /&gt;Q : What colour shirt are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;A : white&lt;br /&gt;Q : What were you doing at 7:00pm yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;A: eating i guess&lt;br /&gt;Q : I can't wait to?&lt;br /&gt;A : i dont hope time pass so fast&lt;br /&gt;Q : When did you cry last?&lt;br /&gt;A : not long ago&lt;br /&gt;Q : Are you a friendly person?&lt;br /&gt;A : depends on mood&lt;br /&gt;Q : Do you have any pets?&lt;br /&gt;A : oh my god. i hate animals&lt;br /&gt;Q : Where is the person you have feelings for right now?&lt;br /&gt;A : in his own house?&lt;br /&gt;Q : Did the last person you held hands with you mean anything to you now?&lt;br /&gt;A : he is my everything&lt;br /&gt;Q : Do you sleep with the TV on?&lt;br /&gt;A : nope... waste electricity&lt;br /&gt;Q : What are you doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;A : making wantan&lt;br /&gt;Q : Have you ever crawled through a window?&lt;br /&gt;A : ha? never&lt;br /&gt;Q : Can you handle the truth?&lt;br /&gt;A : depends&lt;br /&gt;Q : Are you closer to your mother or father?&lt;br /&gt;A : erm... wat a hard question&lt;br /&gt;Q : Who was the last person you cried in front of?&lt;br /&gt;A : someone&lt;br /&gt;Q : How many people can you say you've really loved?&lt;br /&gt;A : never count tat&lt;br /&gt;Q : Do you eat healthy?&lt;br /&gt;A : sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Q : Do you still have pictures of you &amp;amp; your ex?&lt;br /&gt;A : yes. only as memory&lt;br /&gt;Q : Have you ever cried because of something someone said to you?&lt;br /&gt;A : plenty of times&lt;br /&gt;Q: How often do you go to church?&lt;br /&gt;A : erm... once a year&lt;br /&gt;Q : If you're having a bad day, who are you most likely to go to?&lt;br /&gt;A : someone&lt;br /&gt;Q : Are you loud or quiet most of the time?&lt;br /&gt;A : erm... quiet wen im alone&lt;br /&gt;Q : Are you confident?&lt;br /&gt;A : okokla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THINGS YOU DID 8 YEARS AGO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;* study&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;* gap chai???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THINGS ON MY TO DO LIST TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;* go driving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;* do mask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;* clean my desk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;* watch dvds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THINGS I WOULD DO IF I WERE A BILLIONAIRE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;* move out from my house&lt;br /&gt;* shopping&lt;br /&gt;* travel&lt;br /&gt;* invest for more moneys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~Since I am not tagged by anyone, so I wont tag anyone~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283711875434391647-8111804132793783324?l=dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/feeds/8111804132793783324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283711875434391647&amp;postID=8111804132793783324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/8111804132793783324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/8111804132793783324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/2008/12/taggggg.html' title='TAGGGGG...'/><author><name>vivien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199280171938639437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SEbFumlNs_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/iYIuMsiAM3U/S220/DSC00917.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283711875434391647.post-1466109685791927927</id><published>2008-11-16T01:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T23:13:17.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Well I really take a long time to update my blog. Ya... I admit I am lazy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;As I have nothing to do yesterday, I suddenly took a carrot from the fridge and do some carving. I have no idea why I do that. It is just... no idea. Due to the lack of practise, my carving skills is terrible. I can't even come out with a simple flower. Huh...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Once I found a chef who is willing to share all his knowledge about carving and food art with me. He taught me how to turn a carrot into shapes like rose, parrot, goldfish, rabbit etc. He even taught me how to make human figure using flour.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Apart of sharing his knowledge with me, he treats me very good, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;or I should say extraordinary good&lt;/span&gt;. And it led to gossips, gossips and gossips. Actually gossips made no harm, but I started to avoid him. He had no negative thought or bad intention and I knew it very well. Because of Candy, I feel uncomfortable when a guy treat me toooooo good. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Later on, he left KLCC. I promised to visit him at his new working place and yet I broke my promise. We hardly keep in touch until recently, he flew to Indonesia.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I feel bad for the way I treat him and also sorry for my ignorance. The word which can describe my feeling now is only 'regret'.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SR8OCWPmL0I/AAAAAAAAANc/rUhKNqA2sOE/s1600-h/DSC00748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268945522540293954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SR8OCWPmL0I/AAAAAAAAANc/rUhKNqA2sOE/s400/DSC00748.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;by vivien: left and center&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&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/6283711875434391647-1466109685791927927?l=dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/feeds/1466109685791927927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283711875434391647&amp;postID=1466109685791927927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/1466109685791927927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/1466109685791927927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/2008/11/well-i-really-take-long-time-to-update.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199280171938639437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SEbFumlNs_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/iYIuMsiAM3U/S220/DSC00917.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SR8OCWPmL0I/AAAAAAAAANc/rUhKNqA2sOE/s72-c/DSC00748.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283711875434391647.post-1885555091412981957</id><published>2008-10-25T11:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T11:56:39.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when you share your sadness with your friend, it will be halved...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when you share your happiness with your friend, it will be doubled...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283711875434391647-1885555091412981957?l=dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/feeds/1885555091412981957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283711875434391647&amp;postID=1885555091412981957' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/1885555091412981957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/1885555091412981957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/2008/10/when-you-share-your-sadness-with-your.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199280171938639437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SEbFumlNs_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/iYIuMsiAM3U/S220/DSC00917.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283711875434391647.post-8913733234833319272</id><published>2008-10-19T22:14:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T23:43:00.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;GINGERBREAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Honestly I do not know much about gingerbread. I just know that it is something related to Christmas and there is a gingerbread man in a computer-animated American comedy film, Shrek.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As for our assignment, we need to do something with gingerbread, let it be a gingerbread house or anything. You can't believe how creative is our group to come with ideas like laptop, toolbox etc. At last we all agreed to use Yik Hoong's idea, which is a merry-go-round. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SQR-96d896I/AAAAAAAAAM0/-CON2t7vvjA/s1600-h/355323214_1b9a69f54c_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261469866807588770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SQR-96d896I/AAAAAAAAAM0/-CON2t7vvjA/s320/355323214_1b9a69f54c_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;our inspiration&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SQR-83xUjrI/AAAAAAAAAMk/Gt-4zua_XdY/s1600-h/DSC00105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261469848903650994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SQR-83xUjrI/AAAAAAAAAMk/Gt-4zua_XdY/s320/DSC00105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;brainstorming...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SQR-8fB9_WI/AAAAAAAAAMc/HIvUnlnwKeQ/s1600-h/DSC00107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261469842262588770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SQR-8fB9_WI/AAAAAAAAAMc/HIvUnlnwKeQ/s320/DSC00107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;the incomplete model&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(by vivien)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SQR-KhuVUCI/AAAAAAAAAMU/FTHviOcwKYc/s1600-h/DSC00115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261468983992078370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SQR-KhuVUCI/AAAAAAAAAMU/FTHviOcwKYc/s320/DSC00115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;brainstorming again...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SQR-JskMY7I/AAAAAAAAAMM/DhaAs9DW3HU/s1600-h/DSC00114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261468969722471346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SQR-JskMY7I/AAAAAAAAAMM/DhaAs9DW3HU/s320/DSC00114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;with lots of luv from vivien&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261471177193573922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SQSAKMCUTiI/AAAAAAAAAM8/1BgMc23MM6M/s320/DSC00236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;isn't our horse-y (马儿) adorable?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SQR-IgtRLCI/AAAAAAAAAL8/JJhaWdiaDn8/s1600-h/DSC04186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261468949359438882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SQR-IgtRLCI/AAAAAAAAAL8/JJhaWdiaDn8/s320/DSC04186.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;1st attempt with biscuit&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(it gets soft after awhile)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SQR-IajhNzI/AAAAAAAAAL0/4A8T6a3KL-k/s1600-h/DSC04189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261468947707934514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SQR-IajhNzI/AAAAAAAAAL0/4A8T6a3KL-k/s320/DSC04189.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;2nd attempt with bamboo skewer&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(it broke into two as it is too skinny)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261467185151615682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SQR8h0hWIsI/AAAAAAAAALM/Rn2x2ayX6fM/s320/DSC02639.jpg" border="0" /&gt;finally with chopstick&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261467190852978722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SQR8iJwqCCI/AAAAAAAAALU/czwogkdG9tw/s320/DSC04187.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;the burnt horse&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by yik hoong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SQR8iqzjbII/AAAAAAAAALc/cw35t6gm0u4/s1600-h/DSC02627.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261467199723498626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SQR8iqzjbII/AAAAAAAAALc/cw35t6gm0u4/s320/DSC02627.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;the finish product&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261467211240775426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SQR8jVtfHwI/AAAAAAAAALk/fMz-jjF70Cg/s320/DSC04230.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;do you want to join stephen chow and cj7 for fun?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261467214462979282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SQR8jhtuDNI/AAAAAAAAALs/eylMtks_ueg/s320/DSC02635.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;our effort...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Before that I thought making something from gingerbread is not that hard. I guess it will be more or less like sticking some card box with glue. However it is absolutely different. The gingerbread was soft and the royal icing was not sticking. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We started with baking at 1pm. We expected it to be finished at least 8pm but actual time is 6am. There were countless time we get frustrated especially when things do not turn as what we planned. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I really appreciate all the effort and support we gave one another during the whole assignment. I am not sure how it will turn to be without you guys. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Good work everyone. Thanks a lot...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283711875434391647-8913733234833319272?l=dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/feeds/8913733234833319272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283711875434391647&amp;postID=8913733234833319272' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/8913733234833319272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/8913733234833319272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/2008/10/gingerbread-honestly-i-do-not-know-much.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199280171938639437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SEbFumlNs_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/iYIuMsiAM3U/S220/DSC00917.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SQR-96d896I/AAAAAAAAAM0/-CON2t7vvjA/s72-c/355323214_1b9a69f54c_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283711875434391647.post-5766189447595518670</id><published>2008-10-06T23:43:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T21:45:36.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;There was one time I chat with Chef Alex. We were so enjoy talking about travelling. He was willingly to share his exprience in other countries.Out of sudden, he ask me a question. "Which is the place you most wanted to go now?", asked him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My mind was blank out. I asked myself a lot of questions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do I want to go Hong Kong to eat dim sum now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do I want to go Japan to see sakura now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do I want to go Maldives for scuba diving now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the questions go on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally I found my answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The destination is not the main factor for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The main factor is the one who go with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With ney by my side, everywhere turns to be extraordinary. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ps. I very miss those time in Redang...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261493387672332850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SQSUXAhGqjI/AAAAAAAAANM/WnXEMgXkmi0/s200/DSC04058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Only love let us see ordinary things in an extraordinary&lt;br /&gt;way...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283711875434391647-5766189447595518670?l=dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/feeds/5766189447595518670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283711875434391647&amp;postID=5766189447595518670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/5766189447595518670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/5766189447595518670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/2008/10/there-was-one-time-i-chat-with-chef.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199280171938639437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SEbFumlNs_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/iYIuMsiAM3U/S220/DSC00917.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SQSUXAhGqjI/AAAAAAAAANM/WnXEMgXkmi0/s72-c/DSC04058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283711875434391647.post-4109529012814676128</id><published>2008-10-02T17:28:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T19:48:50.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY BIRTHDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY BIG DAY???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiyoyo... Everyone is urging me for my birthday post. I know I take ages to upload my post but why so gan cheong? Chill my dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in bad mood for few days before my birthday. Why? Because he forgotten our anniversary. He even told me that he can only celebrate my birthday during the coming raya holiday; ie. a lonely 21st birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22 Sept 08, two days before my bday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - I am so moody. I do not feel like doing anything during international cooking class. Guess what... I choose the easiest dish to cook. Shame on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;PS. I would like to apologise to CULA 10 for screwing their survey form. However several things is truly from the bottom of my heart. The service now is really so-so la. Btw you can ignore the party balloon and Peking duck roll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;23 Sept 08, my bday eve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - All the heartache he gave me it was just a lie. He suprise me when he appears in front of my house with a bouquet of flowers... And the story goes on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252517979201105394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SOSxReaibfI/AAAAAAAAAK0/V7eSRIbpiVs/s200/DSC00935.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;my birthday celebration with my beloved&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SOSWOOXK-RI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/H8hVlL9Wkkk/s1600-h/DSC00943.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252488236538460434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SOSWOOXK-RI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/H8hVlL9Wkkk/s200/DSC00943.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;first bouquet of flowers from him&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252488237682961330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SOSWOSoCq7I/AAAAAAAAAKM/l8kdcj1wDRo/s200/DSC00958.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;did my eyes speak for me? i'm so touched&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252488242958414770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SOSWOmRzs7I/AAAAAAAAAKU/Bcve9BHJHEc/s200/DSC00164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;he know clearly what is my favourite flowers &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252517981906321170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SOSxRofgvxI/AAAAAAAAAK8/mcvlsxoQh34/s200/DSC00182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;necklace from him&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252517979985661410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SOSxRhVlzeI/AAAAAAAAALE/4q6b2mrSbMs/s200/DSC00203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;the last bud finally bloom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I am very touched until I do not know what can I say. I guess this is the main reason it takes so long for me to upload this post. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;He took a very long time to plan such a wonderful birthday celebration for me as he is not a romantic guy. It really suprised me when he told me his whole family about it. He even asked Ing's opinion. He tried to put so much effort and yet he get all the blame and scolding from me. I am really sorry. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ney...I am very grateful for all the things you had done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Even though it is only few lines here, but every details will remain in our hearts. Thanks ney for doing so much things for my birthday. Lots of hugs and kisses for you... muacksssss.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;24 Sept 08, my bday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - The day has come. The day I start to be responsible for everything I do. huh...scary right? However I am officially legal for clubbing and gambling. wahaha... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Auntie Emily and Uncle Yik Hoong ah... thanks for pretending that you guys had forgotten my birthday and no present for me. SS king and queen really a good actor and actress. Haha...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252489092591410082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SOSXADaGW6I/AAAAAAAAAKs/yPMY1DODV3s/s200/DSC00178.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;from Emily and Yik Hoong&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252489088523044978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SOSW_0QICHI/AAAAAAAAAKc/wuoV0mxjTFg/s200/DSC00167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;from justin, pui yee and melanie&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;My ss group so sayang me. Of course won't forget my big day, right? Thanks for all the presents.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Not to forget those greetings and blessings from everyone. Thanks go to choon shean, chan yew, kar meng, jia teng, yik hoong, siu hong, keng hou, pui yee, ju ee, win ann and so on...(too much to be named) for remembering my birthday. Specially thanks go to neo, suet yeng and sanjay too. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;THANKS A LOT.... Muacks...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283711875434391647-4109529012814676128?l=dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/feeds/4109529012814676128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283711875434391647&amp;postID=4109529012814676128' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/4109529012814676128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/4109529012814676128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-birthday-my-big-day-haiyoyo.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199280171938639437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SEbFumlNs_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/iYIuMsiAM3U/S220/DSC00917.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SOSxReaibfI/AAAAAAAAAK0/V7eSRIbpiVs/s72-c/DSC00935.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283711875434391647.post-2640161872611350867</id><published>2008-10-02T13:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T15:42:57.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Dear Winnie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know how to tell you this, but I'll join the monastery. I think I realized it when we skinny dipped at the mental hospital and I saw you sit on the crazy monk. I'm sure you're ashamed enough to understand that extreme home makeover sucks. I'm returning the pictures from LA to you, but I'll keep your grades from college as a memory. You should also know that I told in my confession today about to hate the Boston Celtics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With ease,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Vivien&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&gt;&gt; THIS KINDA FUN&lt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dear (the last person who left a comment on your Journal).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I don't really know how to tell you this, but ___1___. I think I realized it when ___2______3___ and I saw you ___4___ ___5___. I'm sure you're ___6___ enough to understand ___7___. I'm returning ___8___ to you, but I'll keep ___9___ as a memory. You should also know that I ___10___ ___11___.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;___12___,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-Your name-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1. What's the color of your shirt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blue - Our romance is over&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Red - Our affair is over&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;White - I'll join the monastery&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Black - I dislike you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Green - Our horoscope doesn't match&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grey - You're a pervert&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yellow - I'm selling myself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pink - Your nostrils are insulting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Brown - The mafia wants you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No shirt - You're a loser&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Other - I'm in love with your sister&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2. Which is your birth month?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;January - That night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;February - Last year&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;March - When your dwarf bit me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;April - When I tripped on sesame seeds&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;May - First of May&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;June - When you put cuffs on me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;July - When I threw up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;August - When I saw the sh&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;runken head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;September - When we skinny dipped&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;October - When I quoted Santa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;November - When your dog ran amok&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;December - When I changed tennis shoes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;3. Which food do you prefer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Tacos - In your apartment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Pizza - In your camping car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Pasta - Outside of Chicago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Hamburgers - Under the bus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Salad - As you ate enchilada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Chicken - In your closet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Kebab - With Paris Hilton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Fish - In women's clothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Sandwiches - At the Hare Krishna graduation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Lasagna - At the mental hospital&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Hot dog - Under a state of trance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;None of the above - With George Bush and his wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;4. What's the color of your socks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Yellow - Hit on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Red - Insult&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Black - Ignore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Blue - Knock out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Purple - Pour syrup on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;White - Carve your initials into&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Grey - Pull the clothes off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Brown - Put leeches on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Orange - Castrate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Pink - Pull the toupee off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Barefoot - Sit on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Other - Drive out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;5. What's the color of your underwear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Black - My best friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;White - My father&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Grey - Bill Clinton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Brown - My fart balloon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Purple - My mustard soufflé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Red - Donald Duck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Blue - My avocado plant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Yellow - My penpal in Ghana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Orange - My Kid Rock-collection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Pink - Manchester United's goalkeeper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;None - My John F. Kennedy-statue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Other - The crazy monk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;6. What do you prefer to watch on TV?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Scrubs - Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;O.C. - Emotional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;One Tree Hill - Open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Heroes - Frostbitten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Lost - High&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;House - Scarred&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Simpsons - Cowardly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The news - Mongolic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;American Idol - Masochistic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Family Guy - Senile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Top Model - Middle-class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;None of the above - Ashamed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Your mood right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Happy - How awful I've felt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Sad - How boring you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Bored - That Santa doesn't exist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Angry - That your pimples are at the last stage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Depressed - That we're cousins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Excited - That there is no solution to this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Nervous - The middle-east&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Worried - That your Honda sucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Apathetic - That I did a sex-change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Ashamed - That I'm allergic to your hamster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Cuddly - That I get turned on by garbage men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Overjoyous - That I'm open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Other - That Extreme Home Makeover sucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;8. What's the color of your walls in your bedroom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;White - Your ring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Yellow - Your love letters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Red - Your Darth Vader-poster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Black - Your tame stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Blue - The couch cushions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Green - The pictures from LA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Orange - Your false teeth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Brown - Your contact book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Grey - Our matching snoopy-bibs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Purple - Your old lottery coupons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Pink - The cut toenails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Other - Your memories from the military service&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;9. The first letter of your first name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;A/B - Your photo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;C/D - The oil stocks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;E/F - Your neighbour Martin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;G/H - My virginity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I/J - The results of your blood-sample&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;K/L - Your left ear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;M/N - Your suicide note&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;O/P - My common sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Q/R - Your mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;S/T - Your collection of butterflies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;U/V - Your criminal record&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;W/X - David's tricot outfits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Y/Z - Your grades from college&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;10. The last letter in your last name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;A/B - Always will remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;C/D - Never will forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;E/F - Always wanted to break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;G/H - Never openly mocked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I/J - Always have felt dirty before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;K/L - Will tell the authorities about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;M/N - Told in my confession today about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;O/P - Was interviewed by the Times about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Q/R - Told my psychiatrist about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;S/T - Get sick when I think of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;U/V - Always will try to forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;W/X - Am better off without&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Y/Z - Never liked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;11. What do you prefer to drink?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Water- Our friendship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Beer - Senility&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Soft drink - A new life as a clone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Soda - The incarnation as an eskimo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Milk - The apartment building&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Wine - Cocaine abuse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Cider - A passionate interest for mice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Juice - Oprah Winfrey imitations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mineral water - Embarrassing rash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Hot chocolate - Eggplant-fetishism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Whisky - To ruin the second world war&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Other - To hate the Boston Celtics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;12. To which country would you prefer to go on a vacation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Thailand - Warm regards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;USA - Best regards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;England - Good luck on your short-term leave from jail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Spain - Go and drown yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;China - Disgusting regards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Germany - With ease&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Japan - Go burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Greece - Your everlasting enemy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Australia - Greetings to your frog Leonard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Egypt - Fuck off now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;France - In pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Other - Greetings to your freaky family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283711875434391647-2640161872611350867?l=dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/feeds/2640161872611350867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283711875434391647&amp;postID=2640161872611350867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/2640161872611350867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/2640161872611350867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/2008/10/dear-winnie-i-dont-really-know-how-to.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199280171938639437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SEbFumlNs_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/iYIuMsiAM3U/S220/DSC00917.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283711875434391647.post-5806499879866279159</id><published>2008-09-18T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T00:08:58.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~~IM TAGGED~~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The rules and regulations&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1. Each player of this game starts off with 15 weird things/habits/little known facts about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;2. People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 15 weird things/habits/little known facts as well as state this rule clearly.&lt;br /&gt;3. At the end, you need to choose 10 people to be tagged and list their names.&lt;br /&gt;4. No tags back!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 I love to dream.&lt;br /&gt;#2 I love wedding.&lt;br /&gt;#3 I have a bunch of ss friends. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(need to name it? haha...you know it yourself)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 I cant survive without my phone.&lt;br /&gt;#5 I hate and scare of cockroaches.&lt;br /&gt;#6 No hairy stuff please.&lt;br /&gt;#7 Do not describe me as cute. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I'm not ugly even although I'm quite adorable :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8 I am a poor drinker.&lt;br /&gt;#9 I like to travel&lt;br /&gt;#10 and yet I have travel sickness.&lt;br /&gt;#11 My best product is banana bread? haha...&lt;br /&gt;#12 Recently I am in love with pink.&lt;br /&gt;#13 Leo is my hubby, Justin is my darling, Eason is my sweetheart...&lt;br /&gt;#14 He is my everything.&lt;br /&gt;#15 Today is our one and a half year anniversary. hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;10??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&gt;1&gt; yik hoong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&gt;2&gt; justin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&gt;3&gt; emily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&gt;4&gt; sin ee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&gt;5&gt; chor chee hoe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&gt;6&gt; jia teng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&gt;7&gt; melanie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&gt;8&gt; zhan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&gt;9&gt; cheong chee hoe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&gt;10&gt; hoo keen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283711875434391647-5806499879866279159?l=dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/feeds/5806499879866279159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283711875434391647&amp;postID=5806499879866279159' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/5806499879866279159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/5806499879866279159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-tagged-rules-and-regulations-1.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199280171938639437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SEbFumlNs_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/iYIuMsiAM3U/S220/DSC00917.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283711875434391647.post-8586357105627827007</id><published>2008-09-16T15:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T17:07:04.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Love is so incredible. You won't know when you will meet your beloved ones. Maybe you are lucky enough to meet him/her at the right time. On the other hand, you might take forever to find him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Last Saturday was the marriage of my god sis. It was a big surprise when I was told about the marriage. Who knows she will get married at the age of 39? However 39 is not old. It is just half of a life cycle. I am glad that she finally found someone to accompany her for the rest of her life, to pamper and to love her. Congrats sis.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246267196721862706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SM58ODFkGDI/AAAAAAAAAJs/D7lE1ZZYOxo/s200/DSC00092.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;the bride and the bridesmaid&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine told me that he can't wait until 40 years old. What I can say is it all depends on faith. He might find a girlfriend in the nearest time but why in a hurry? Understanding someone needs time. Another friend of mine gave me another view on this topic. He is 21 years old this year and he is still securing his first love. In his opinion, he hasn't prepare to be committed in any relationship. I don't really agree with this thinking. When you will be fully ready for a relationship? Define the term "ready". &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Out of sudden, a nice phrase came across my mind. It was written by Sin Ee in my autograph book some years ago. It sounds "Love is not about finding the perfect person; it is about learning to see an imperfect person perfectly." The meaning of the phrase is so direct. If someone love you truly, he/she will accept you as what you are. Be brave to accept what God send to you. Giving excuses to yourself might make you lose the one meant for you. Good luck my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246267200071695570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SM58OPkOfNI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/yodDLTxxhdY/s200/DSC00097.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Lets share the joy of the wedding...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just LOVE to attend wedding. All fairy tales, from Snow White to Cinderella, all ended with "...they are married and live happily ever after...". Putting such an ending is very easy but applying it in reality is very hard. Anyway wedding is another stage of a relationship. You must love that someone enough to be committed in wedding. Wedding means commitment and responsibility. It is much more than a piece of agreement. I wish all my friends will be there to share my happiness if I am going to get marry. Your presence to the wedding represents your blessing to the new couple. My cousin is going to marry soon. And I can't wait to attend it. He he...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283711875434391647-8586357105627827007?l=dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/feeds/8586357105627827007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283711875434391647&amp;postID=8586357105627827007' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/8586357105627827007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/8586357105627827007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/2008/09/love-is-so-incredible.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199280171938639437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SEbFumlNs_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/iYIuMsiAM3U/S220/DSC00917.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SM58ODFkGDI/AAAAAAAAAJs/D7lE1ZZYOxo/s72-c/DSC00092.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283711875434391647.post-4395391193491628041</id><published>2008-09-15T23:56:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T15:15:28.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My 21 birthday is coming soon. 9 more days to go. I am very excited and happy since last month I think. Haha...Very silly right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today my friend treat me for lunch at Pavillion. It is my very first 21st birthday celebration. It is just some eating and chatting. By the end of it, Neo ordered one shot of cocktail for me as I always want to learn how to drink. According to this bartender, this cocktail which made of Braileys, Kahlua and some other liquors, contains less alcohol. Erm...the taste was so familiar. I hardly remember had I tried it before. After that my head is like 'wi-wi-wang-wang'. Huh... Once I reached home, I rushed to the toilet and vomit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know what you think. I am poor drinker. Yes, I admit it. sigh... Hopefully one day my drinking skill will be better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283711875434391647-4395391193491628041?l=dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/feeds/4395391193491628041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283711875434391647&amp;postID=4395391193491628041' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/4395391193491628041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/4395391193491628041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-21-birthday-is-coming-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199280171938639437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SEbFumlNs_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/iYIuMsiAM3U/S220/DSC00917.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283711875434391647.post-468854641841139982</id><published>2008-08-31T23:43:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T15:17:52.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;'Avril Lavigne The Best Damn Tour Live in Malaysia 08'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242904591019209106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SMKJ8or28ZI/AAAAAAAAAJk/6EyX6zHAgPE/s200/avril.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;This is the 10th concert I worked for. What can I say about it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Awesome? Marvelous? Memorable?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Due to the unexpected traffic jam, we was late to work. But our so-called big boss is even worse. He reached 1 hour later than us. And it caused us to pay 10 bucks for parking, which is supposed to be foc for staff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As our usual routine: change our clothes, have our dinner (the same cold chicken rice), check the seats and stands in the middle of the field to usher...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was a memorable experience to me because Angelica Lee Sum-Kit talked to me. Oh my god... She is so damn pretty and elegant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lets move on to Avril. It seems that she gained weight. My cousin thought she is pregnant. Haha... She really has a good voice. But then the concert is very plain. I mean the costume and design. Malaysia is indeed strict on what she wears but more effort can be put.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;To Yik Hoong&lt;/span&gt;: I heard a lot comments about avril fans club, some are positive and some are negative. What I can say is there is room for improvement but you indeed done a great job. I am proud of you, the vice-president of Avril Lavigne Malaysia Fans Club. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Those people who bought VIP ticket is really rich. Everyone is too glamour to equip themselves with their branded accessories. Even teenager brought LV handbags to the concert. Is it necessary to do so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283711875434391647-468854641841139982?l=dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/feeds/468854641841139982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283711875434391647&amp;postID=468854641841139982' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/468854641841139982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/468854641841139982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/2008/08/avril-lavigne-best-damn-tour-live-in.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199280171938639437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SEbFumlNs_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/iYIuMsiAM3U/S220/DSC00917.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SMKJ8or28ZI/AAAAAAAAAJk/6EyX6zHAgPE/s72-c/avril.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283711875434391647.post-4284923431949322907</id><published>2008-08-24T12:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T12:34:06.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;After I moved back to my own house it seems that I had lost interest in blogging. Wonder why... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just can't find my inspiration to blog about Penang. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I am going to put several links for you to read. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://shitinblackpool.blogspot.com/2008/08/photobucket.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Penang trip 12-14 August 08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://justincredibleplayshard.blogspot.com/2008/08/penang-here-we-come.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Penang here we come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enjoy.&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/6283711875434391647-4284923431949322907?l=dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/feeds/4284923431949322907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283711875434391647&amp;postID=4284923431949322907' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/4284923431949322907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/4284923431949322907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/2008/08/after-i-moved-back-to-my-own-house-it.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199280171938639437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SEbFumlNs_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/iYIuMsiAM3U/S220/DSC00917.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283711875434391647.post-6883385260262277225</id><published>2008-08-19T20:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T21:05:48.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Huh... I can't stand it anymore. The Digi line was unstable yesterday afternoon. I can't make or receive any calls or sms. After a call to Digi centre I was glad that I can finally make and receive calls. But it wasn't 100% recover. I can make or receive calls and receive sms but I can't send any sms. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I called Digi again. They told me it was service upgrade and asked me to wait until this morning. I did what they asked me to do. I waited and waited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It doesn't show any improvement till afternoon. I can't stand it anymore and called Digi again. This time they asked some of my particular detail in order to pass this matter to the technical department. Before the call ended, they told me to wait for their call, which would be within &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'48 hours'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. In another word, they will only settle after that stupid 48 hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It had been 31 hours without sms. I am in desperate need to sms. All this while I had been supporting Digi but recently it had made me very very disappointed. If they do not settle it after the 48 hours I might consider to change to Hotlink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283711875434391647-6883385260262277225?l=dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/feeds/6883385260262277225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283711875434391647&amp;postID=6883385260262277225' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/6883385260262277225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/6883385260262277225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/2008/08/huh_19.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199280171938639437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SEbFumlNs_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/iYIuMsiAM3U/S220/DSC00917.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283711875434391647.post-5581289255583138325</id><published>2008-08-17T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T20:53:15.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;As normal I am waking at 5.30 am to work. But to my suprise, I do not feel like waking. I turned off my hp and continue sleeping. This is the very first time I had this feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Another suprise happened to me today. I accidentally hurt my finger when I am working. Seeing blood coming out from my wound, I wasn't panic or dizzy. I was so rational and start looking for plaster. Oh my god...is this me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just do not understand. Last time I had fainted after a cut and now I am so rational? Should I say that I had recover from my phobia or eating beef really helps?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283711875434391647-5581289255583138325?l=dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/feeds/5581289255583138325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283711875434391647&amp;postID=5581289255583138325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/5581289255583138325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/5581289255583138325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/2008/08/as-normal-i-am-waking-at-5.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199280171938639437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SEbFumlNs_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/iYIuMsiAM3U/S220/DSC00917.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283711875434391647.post-7772682631055554725</id><published>2008-08-15T23:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T21:42:06.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yik Hoong always says "old ones don't go, new ones won't come". It happened to me today. My handphone finally spoilt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everything happened just like yesterday. I fall in love with this handphone from the first sight I saw it. It is the first slide phone launched in Malaysia. My heart broke into pieces when I saw the price, RM1320. However I had made up my mind that I am going to buy it.&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235108054997538338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SKbXCgrqFiI/AAAAAAAAAJY/QaOfpqbsgDs/s200/DSC00013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;My beloved Samsung E630&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;By using my salary earned by working as a shop assistant in a shoe shop, added with a little reward from my mum, I finally bought it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It had been with me for almost 3 years. It meant a lot to me as it is the first hp I bought with my own money. I am proud of it and of course myself. I remember once it wasn't functioning as normal. I was panic and cried. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Recently it is getting weaker. I knew that I need to buy a new hp sooner or later. But I really didn't expect it to spoilt today. Maybe I should be thankful that it wasn't spoilt during my stay in Penang.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And now I had just received my new hp. I thought I have enough time to save money in order to get a k810i but who knows it happened so suddenly? I had get myself a k770i. The functions are quite similar to k810i but slightly thinner and lighter. Anyway I love my new hp as I am paying it by my hard work.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283711875434391647-7772682631055554725?l=dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/feeds/7772682631055554725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283711875434391647&amp;postID=7772682631055554725' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/7772682631055554725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/7772682631055554725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/2008/08/yik-hoong-always-says-old-ones-dont-go.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199280171938639437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SEbFumlNs_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/iYIuMsiAM3U/S220/DSC00917.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SKbXCgrqFiI/AAAAAAAAAJY/QaOfpqbsgDs/s72-c/DSC00013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283711875434391647.post-908838977702665036</id><published>2008-08-11T00:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T01:36:54.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Huh...it had been 3 weeks since I last blogged. I guess you guys miss me a lot right? haha... I miss you guys too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time passes so fast. 3 weeks out of 4 is already passed. Well I can say almost 90% of this holiday is spent on work. Although tiring but I do not have the please-spare-me-from-work feeling. Is it because I love this work or due to a bit better treatment which cause my work slightly easier than others? No idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My dad bought a whole set of computer and it came today. My mum and I feel so unhappy with it. You really can't imagine what is going to happen here. I can say this is the beginning of nightmare to mum and I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By the way, I am going to Penang tonight. Everyone is so excited and gan cheong but I really nothing. Perhaps is because I hardly contribute to the planning. Auntie Emily is the dai ga jie this time. haha... I will support you one. Don't worry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stay tuned. I will update my Penang post as soon as I am back from Penang. Bye now.... muacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283711875434391647-908838977702665036?l=dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/feeds/908838977702665036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283711875434391647&amp;postID=908838977702665036' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/908838977702665036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/908838977702665036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/2008/08/huh.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199280171938639437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SEbFumlNs_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/iYIuMsiAM3U/S220/DSC00917.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283711875434391647.post-8437192590745188155</id><published>2008-07-20T11:16:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T00:29:51.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; What it means by expect the unexpected? I thought I am totally workless as my friend told me that klcc is fully occupied. While I was doing nothing, a suprise came to me. Chef Lun called me and asked me to work today. I am so delight until I forgotten that I need to shift my stuff from DJ back to Ampang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232926470278243202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SJ8W5kSsY4I/AAAAAAAAAJI/mwTsiMNqYBs/s320/DSC01209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;my lonely and souless room after i left&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In order to move my stuff and work in the same day, I need to move my stuff by 7am and rush to KLCC before the clock strikes 8am. Whoa...it is tiring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Erm...It is my decision to move out from the house. Somehow I feel sad to depart with my room. When we just shifted in, it was just an empty house without any furniture. Now it is furnished not only with furniture but with my precious memories especially of those with uncle johnson and uncle chow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uncle John is always there for me when I need him. Everytime I am in trouble i.e. cochroach, he will help me settle it as I am very scare of it. I really appreciate what he had done for me. He is just like a brother to me, even better than my own brother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Working is tiring. I even fall asleep in bus. But when I reached home, I found something to do and I just can't stop. Bake a nice loaf of banana bread; had a few phone conversations with friends and boyfriends; do my laundry...who says working life is only work, eat and sleep? I am enjoying my life now. I mean it because I am currently financially stable. Life is terrible without money. Agree?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283711875434391647-8437192590745188155?l=dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/feeds/8437192590745188155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283711875434391647&amp;postID=8437192590745188155' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/8437192590745188155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/8437192590745188155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-it-means-by-expect-unexpected-i.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199280171938639437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SEbFumlNs_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/iYIuMsiAM3U/S220/DSC00917.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SJ8W5kSsY4I/AAAAAAAAAJI/mwTsiMNqYBs/s72-c/DSC01209.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283711875434391647.post-7121114360753303925</id><published>2008-07-20T11:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T14:34:16.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today is the second day of my one month holiday. I should be glad as I can finally relax myself from the busy-ness I had from my assignment and final week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tomorrow I am going back to DJ house to shift all my stuff home. Feel very 'hm seh dak' but what to do. It is my decision anyway. Life in my own house is irritating as usual. Hope I can find a work asap. So that I will spend most of my time working, away from all bitcheSS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am siting in front of my laptop for a few hours doing the same thing, blogging and chatting. I wish I can made good use of this holiday to gain some working experience or better still, money. Nobody had called me for work, which means I am workless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haih...I really need a job, in another word, i need money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283711875434391647-7121114360753303925?l=dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/feeds/7121114360753303925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283711875434391647&amp;postID=7121114360753303925' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/7121114360753303925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/7121114360753303925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/2008/07/today-is-second-day-of-my-one-month.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199280171938639437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SEbFumlNs_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/iYIuMsiAM3U/S220/DSC00917.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283711875434391647.post-2931385596575920391</id><published>2008-07-18T23:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T23:27:49.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally... at last... my final exams is finished. The whole week for final exam is sososo STRESSSSSSS. I hardly got any quality nice sleep. Can you imagine the level of stress-ness when such a piggie which can sleep anytime, anywhere can hardly sleep? haha....&lt;br /&gt;As to celebrate our just-arrived-freedom, we went out to yum cha. This time we were not joined by Uncle Teo, but instead joined by my beloved, blackkeng.&lt;br /&gt;The yum cha process is just as normal. Fun and laughter here and there.&lt;br /&gt;Next stop: IKEA Store&lt;br /&gt;This outing is really non other than the usual outing. Everyone is so ss over photo taking. Maybe I shoud not say ss. Ikea is just too home-y, I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAKE-IT-YOUR-HOME PHOTOS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224941233826629762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SIK4XoaHCII/AAAAAAAAAGI/JQWneoEaueQ/s400/DSC03205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;vien &amp;amp; blackkeng reading romantically on bed...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(ps. I like this pic the most)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224941241969255858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SIK4YGvdpbI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/IuhCvvNVu7g/s400/DSC03208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;yik hoong &amp;amp; pui yee is just sitting there sweetly exchanging love messages...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224942862544254946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SIK52b2pt-I/AAAAAAAAAG4/hF3y4KZxK30/s400/DSC03218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;justin &amp;amp; pui yee recalling their childhood...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224946523168054114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SIK9LgvYG2I/AAAAAAAAAHo/Jvn0cjNkN54/s400/DSC03191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;"ey emily, I found the spot light for the ice skating scene', said yik hoong.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224942858577582834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SIK52NE7GvI/AAAAAAAAAGw/7qbYpnbdvYs/s400/DSC03206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Once upon a time, there were a guy named Yik Hoong who was looking for the beast in KLCC...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224941247762935410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SIK4YcUyLnI/AAAAAAAAAGg/6zvS6Xpimgw/s400/DSC03172.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;johnson looking for cd in ikea??&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224941246008385138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SIK4YVyd3nI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Xf6vd12YfdQ/s400/DSC03194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;shopaholic just cant help herself...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SIK7OjtQfHI/AAAAAAAAAHg/HkjtUqc1krM/s1600-h/DSC03171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224944376480824434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SIK7OjtQfHI/AAAAAAAAAHg/HkjtUqc1krM/s400/DSC03171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;ey...ikea got free drinks mea?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224944374939375074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SIK7Od9v1eI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Bj9PRvjH3NU/s400/DSC00391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;vien enjoying the beauty of the glass...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224942875879178738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SIK53Nh8gfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/KkLEzUxwGRw/s400/DSC03196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;erm...i hardly guess what she is doing with 'une verre'...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SIA-SUI PHOTOS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224949198204042466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SIK_nOBp_OI/AAAAAAAAAIg/mkZZ35FsOgE/s400/DSC03222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;sia-sui #1 so syok. luckily we reached earlier than the kid...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224949187111329250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SIK_mks8neI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/9YJAGuDlAzc/s400/DSC03200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;sia-sui #2 aiye...why peep at my sexy body?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224946540961380466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SIK9MjBouHI/AAAAAAAAAII/IeW3eYyogDA/s400/DSC03215.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;sia-sui #3 see. i am thin. i can even wear size xs...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224949205555813186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SIK_npadG0I/AAAAAAAAAIw/Sb5WvyhGqHM/s400/DSC03220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;sia-sui #4 i found my wings...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224949193059632370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SIK_m63IhPI/AAAAAAAAAIY/VUj-055kL58/s400/DSC03213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;sia-sui #5 please don't capture my leg as it is touching the ground...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224949202499405538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SIK_neBwBuI/AAAAAAAAAIo/kMwTFJql0UE/s400/DSC03223.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt; sia-sui #6 i am so cutiiiiiiiiiiiieeee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224946539254640834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SIK9Mcqt8MI/AAAAAAAAAIA/hoVFB2N-Qqs/s400/DSC03209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;sia-sui #7 the inferior boy...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224946533352965234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SIK9MGrphHI/AAAAAAAAAH4/zejFk1qkKJM/s400/DSC03181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;sia-sui #8 do not spoil my peace or else i will eat u...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224950816764635954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SILBFbokqzI/AAAAAAAAAJA/TJzekly66mE/s400/DSC03221.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;sia-sui #9 a bunch of sia-sui guys...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here I would like to announce the award to Mr Chan Yik Hoong for being our &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;'SIA-SUI KING'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. We would like to say thank you for all the laughter you bring but sometimes it is indeed embrassing....just kidding...haha...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Guys and girls, I want to say sorry that I wasn't participating enough that day. I am a bit not in condition as I am having period pain and I need to look after my sick uncle chow. Hope you guys don't mind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283711875434391647-2931385596575920391?l=dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/feeds/2931385596575920391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283711875434391647&amp;postID=2931385596575920391' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/2931385596575920391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/2931385596575920391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/2008/07/finally.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199280171938639437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SEbFumlNs_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/iYIuMsiAM3U/S220/DSC00917.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SIK4XoaHCII/AAAAAAAAAGI/JQWneoEaueQ/s72-c/DSC03205.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283711875434391647.post-553787565557928012</id><published>2008-07-15T23:30:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T13:42:50.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Justin Lee Jin Tat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know what, destiny brings two over gan cheong people together. I already lost count of how many timeSSSSS we had discussion on our practical exam; from anna potatoes to fish florentine, from caesar salad to veloute sauce. We talk about how to improvise the recipe, how to plate...I really enjoy the process. I feel like we are just a team. For me the preparation for this exam is worth more than my exam itself. Can you imagine we had bugged how many lecturers on fish florentine: Mr Paul, Mr Gerhard, Mr Lee, Mr Yahaya... I guess my groupmates had too much info about fish florentine as I had been asking during all classes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really feel grateful for what you had done for me and for yourself as well. It is very good of you for not being selfish and mind you own business. Appreciated for everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU, JUSTIN.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223482602951290066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SH2JwI9YLNI/AAAAAAAAAF4/LtoyfrfnbVQ/s400/P6120528.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Justin and Vivien&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283711875434391647-553787565557928012?l=dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/feeds/553787565557928012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283711875434391647&amp;postID=553787565557928012' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/553787565557928012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/553787565557928012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/2008/07/to-justin-lee-jin-tat.html' title='To Justin Lee Jin Tat'/><author><name>vivien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199280171938639437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SEbFumlNs_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/iYIuMsiAM3U/S220/DSC00917.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SH2JwI9YLNI/AAAAAAAAAF4/LtoyfrfnbVQ/s72-c/P6120528.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283711875434391647.post-7164823134083455293</id><published>2008-07-15T22:39:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T21:00:40.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today I had my first final exam, the only practical exam. My classmates and I were so nervous that we had difficulties in falling asleep few days before today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I thought it was a good signal that we are using champion instead of windows. But I was told that there is no fish stock and others are using chicken stock for fish dishes. For me I am not going to use the chicken stock as I can prepare the fish stock (Luckily I paid attention in Mr G class).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Due to the lack of cooking, I am very nervous. Actually my dish is quite easy but then I was too nervous. Although I had passed, I am so unsatisfied with what I had done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I swear to myself, I won't let this happen again. If I were in a competition, I am making fun of myself. Please vien, do not let it happen again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223589342825903554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SH3q1N-ndcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/B3Nil1OHjh8/s400/DSC00360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;my product after condemned by someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;INTERVIEW WITH PCT2 STUDENTS AFTER FOOD PRODUCTION EXAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Vivien: im disapointed with myself...very disappointed...huh...Justin: it's so over but it is not really over but the result turn out to be dissapointing but can you say i did my best?Yik Hoong: I know that i Done it succesfully, but i still NOT satisfied. Lol. Johnson: I've passed yet i'm not happy...Lawrence: LOL, practical exam done.Cherry: Beef Tournedos..i'll do it again..lol..nice..i nearly killed my lecturers..the stove...'kaboom'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Reported by vien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283711875434391647-7164823134083455293?l=dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/feeds/7164823134083455293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283711875434391647&amp;postID=7164823134083455293' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/7164823134083455293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/7164823134083455293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/2008/07/today-i-had-my-first-final-exam-only.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199280171938639437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SEbFumlNs_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/iYIuMsiAM3U/S220/DSC00917.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SH3q1N-ndcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/B3Nil1OHjh8/s72-c/DSC00360.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283711875434391647.post-7965927900402995047</id><published>2008-07-13T22:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T23:04:50.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes I really doubt what I actually want. Since I had my driving license, or even before that I had always bug my dad to get me a car. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There was one accident which made me never drive again. I should say my parent forbid me to drive. It was a bad accident which caused my ford to change one of the door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am living outside all this while. When I was about to move back to my own house, my dad suddenly decided to buy me a car. YOU KNOW WHAT THAT IS MY VERY OWN CAR. Oh my god... I so delighted that my wish is fulfilled. But lets not forget about my driving skill. I had been keeping my licence for two years. How am I going to face the hectic road?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is another thing. I am getting a second hand car. My heart keep on asking why must a second hand car. On the other hand my brain is rationally told me that I deserve a second hand car. No point I get a new car when I am about to bang it somewhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My friends all so excited when I told them about it. And yet the future is too far to be seen. As what my mum and uncle said, do not expect thing to be so simple. I believe everyone understand that but if you expect everything to be complicated life is dull. I believe what I believe and let the life lead my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283711875434391647-7965927900402995047?l=dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/feeds/7965927900402995047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283711875434391647&amp;postID=7965927900402995047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/7965927900402995047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/7965927900402995047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/2008/07/sometimes-i-really-doubt-what-i.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199280171938639437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SEbFumlNs_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/iYIuMsiAM3U/S220/DSC00917.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283711875434391647.post-8407936288927851977</id><published>2008-07-08T21:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T00:58:59.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally tomorrow is the day-the day to hand up pdp portfolio. There is two feeling inside me. One part of me feel relief that finally I am out of this stress. While another part of me feel so stressed that I still have a bit more to go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Apart of myself, everyone else is also very stress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ray:  my friend, may your soul RIP   What is PDP??@.@ i guess is PAWN THE PIG!!!   my friend, may your soul RIP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Justin: freaking PDP is making me so freaking frustrated with the super duper long frustraed task&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cherry: diu diu diu...PDP diu diu, oh yesh...PDP time..fuck off every one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tam tam: brain-freeze-biatch- slap me please.. my brain's jammed!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Emily: busy untill want vomit, cannot eat anything...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yik hoong: pdp.youarekillingme!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sam: wah~~donno do my work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Johnson: Crap 得我好心虚&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283711875434391647-8407936288927851977?l=dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/feeds/8407936288927851977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283711875434391647&amp;postID=8407936288927851977' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/8407936288927851977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/8407936288927851977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/2008/07/finally-tomorrow-is-day-day-to-hand-up.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199280171938639437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SEbFumlNs_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/iYIuMsiAM3U/S220/DSC00917.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283711875434391647.post-1882772167691531442</id><published>2008-07-06T23:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T21:25:15.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today I am very emo, rili emo. So stress about pdp assignment and gardemanger notes. Both need to be completed before wednesday. Huh... I am exhausted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Thanks ken for helping me with my personal statement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Something happened today and I feel very unhappy. I wish uncle is here. As normal he is not there for me. I start to think a lot of things. I know I am too silly to think that because I would not let go of him. I want him, I need him, I love him. How can I change the situation now? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At least from this incident, I realised that there are many people care for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Thanks choon shean for sharing your experience and advices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Thanks auntie emily for your care and concern.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Thanks uncle teo for your definitions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Thanks uncle chan for making a good plan for me on Thurs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Thanks kitkit for your sudden care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283711875434391647-1882772167691531442?l=dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/feeds/1882772167691531442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283711875434391647&amp;postID=1882772167691531442' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/1882772167691531442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/1882772167691531442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/2008/07/today-i-am-very-emo-rili-emo.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199280171938639437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SEbFumlNs_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/iYIuMsiAM3U/S220/DSC00917.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283711875434391647.post-5166792236864184231</id><published>2008-07-04T21:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T18:07:45.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;First of all, I say thanks to Uncle Chan for his cake. A big suprise for me. So touch.&lt;br /&gt;After f&amp;amp;b class we went to sing k. This time a bit special as it is our last outing before our final exam and today we were joined by Auntie Pui Yee, Uncle Justin and Uncle Teo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219148550344352610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SG4j9E1FI2I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/9MpGHSOMj-E/s400/P7040777.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Top: Uncle Ray, Unlce John, Uncle Chan (ss-ing)&lt;br /&gt;Bottom: Uncle Teo, Auntie Emily, Auntie Vivien, Auntie Pui Yee, Uncle Justin (ss-ing too) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;3 hours of sing k is just too less and not enough umph... but anyhow we had a full attendance. haha... Finally a complete group pic.&lt;br /&gt;Before our french class, we had some fun taking pic outside the library. Maybe we are too obssesed. We did not notice that there were a lot of people looking and laughed at us. Embrassing but fun. Below is the pic I like most:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219148919440967650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SG4kSj0kh-I/AAAAAAAAAEY/j-rcy5gCihk/s400/P7040799.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;the '自卑' vien&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283711875434391647-5166792236864184231?l=dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/feeds/5166792236864184231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283711875434391647&amp;postID=5166792236864184231' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/5166792236864184231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/5166792236864184231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/2008/07/first-of-all-i-say-thanks-to-uncle-chan.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199280171938639437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SEbFumlNs_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/iYIuMsiAM3U/S220/DSC00917.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SG4j9E1FI2I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/9MpGHSOMj-E/s72-c/P7040777.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283711875434391647.post-5031314315981541129</id><published>2008-07-03T23:30:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T21:32:08.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Unexpected things happen all the time. Our plan for today is so good. Reach Meldy's house around 10-11am and prepare our lunch till 1pm. Then we will go for movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But then Uncle Chan suddenly not joining us. So it will be only Johnson and I. W reached her house around 11 as planned. While waiting for the lamb to defrost, we had some discussion with some coffee and ensaimada. Do you want some ensaimada too?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221002461777718594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SHS6E7GzbUI/AAAAAAAAAEg/gEkWRMrYI6M/s400/IMG_0758.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;vien and johnson in gan cheong kitchen&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We started our gan cheong kitchen around 12.30pm and it ended around 5pm. Everything was in a mess with the lack of space and equipments. We did not have enough bowls, pots etc... But I guess during my exam time the situation will be more or less the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221004667246507010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SHS8FTHidAI/AAAAAAAAAEo/f_95X3zoPig/s400/IMG_0761.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;after all the havoc&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The egg and chowder was nice. The lamb, chicken and fish was okay but wonder why all the sauce was not okay. Then we were stuck with our plating. I guess we were too tired. I mean mentally tired with things which was not coming out the way we want it to be. After the plating we didn't eat it although we forgotten our lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is the climax. I was cleaning the plates, spoons etc. Out of sudden I accidentally cut my finger with a paring knife. Oh my goodness...Blood was coming out. I am panicked. It is my first cut. As Johnson and Meldy is covering my wound with plaster my vision turned black and I felt want to vomit. I tried to make my way to the toilet and opps...I fainted. I hate it. The previous time I fainted after I got some blood sample for blood test.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meldy and Johnson were so nervous and scared. Even after I regained concious, their face expression showed that they were scared off. I am very sorry Meldy and Johnson. I owe you guys this time. Luckily Uncle Chan did not come. If not he will be waiting for hours of preparation which ended up with a mess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By the way there is two guys just moved into the room beside mine. Feel so weird and uncomfortable. Hope the feeling fade away soon. Terrible, horrible, vegetable....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283711875434391647-5031314315981541129?l=dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/feeds/5031314315981541129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283711875434391647&amp;postID=5031314315981541129' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/5031314315981541129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/5031314315981541129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/2008/07/unexpected-things-happen-all-time.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199280171938639437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SEbFumlNs_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/iYIuMsiAM3U/S220/DSC00917.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SHS6E7GzbUI/AAAAAAAAAEg/gEkWRMrYI6M/s72-c/IMG_0758.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283711875434391647.post-9169163957325513994</id><published>2008-07-01T22:26:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T22:28:43.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;pi-pu pi-pu... A message from Teo asking me why today I am so late today. Oh my goodness... I am still lying on the bed while I suppose to be on my way to college. It is weird because I had set 3 alarm alerts whereby I used to wake by 1. And I slept at 11pm yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Today happened to be just like last time. Everyone is bugging the recipe founder on how the dish should be done. By the way, we are also first time doing this recipe. When we are asked about this and that, we are only answering using our instincts. Why don't you try use yours? Be confident enough to do what you think is right and change it if you think it is necessary. Later or sooner you will be one of the world's greatest chef right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Come back to the gan cheong part... Today we have 2 starters and 2 main courses. Everything turned out as planned. I am very happy that the recipes work well. This the best thing happened to me in a whole down-week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221018434193096434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SHTImo_YfvI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/BRyARfFWUnI/s400/DSC01829.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Grilled asparagus with bacon&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221018452818439938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SHTInuYArwI/AAAAAAAAAFg/JYoUCnlKZaU/s400/DSC01832.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Cold cucumber and yogurt soup&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221018444366514290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SHTInO46iHI/AAAAAAAAAFY/bz2wfv3qJ0I/s400/DSC01831.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Cereal-crusted chicken with tangy pineapple sauce served with herbed rice and broccoli almondine&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221018454419049618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SHTIn0VoDJI/AAAAAAAAAFo/WUcHpTcKxYU/s400/DSC01838.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Fish and spinach lasagna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;The gan cheong-ness does not end here. We got a lucky draw to determine our final practical exam question. I team up with Johnson and Meldy. So 3 of us are going to prepare 3 starters and 3 main courses in 3 hours. These are our questions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;VIVIEN'S:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Caesar salad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Fish Florentine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Anna Potatoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Vichy carrots and sauteed french beans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;MELDY'S:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Seafood chowder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Roasted chicken with orange sauce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Mashed potatoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Vichy carrots and sauteed french beans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;JOHNSON'S:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Scotch egg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Rack of lamb with rosemary and glaze shallot sauce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Mashed sweet potatoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Carrots, broccoli and red capsicum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Meldy's and my questions are still okay. Just that we all hate the unfrenched rack of lamb. Anyway we are going to practise at Meldy's place on Thurs. Hope everything turns out well. God bless me. Haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283711875434391647-9169163957325513994?l=dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/feeds/9169163957325513994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283711875434391647&amp;postID=9169163957325513994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/9169163957325513994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/9169163957325513994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/2008/07/pi-pu-pi-pu.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199280171938639437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SEbFumlNs_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/iYIuMsiAM3U/S220/DSC00917.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SHTImo_YfvI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/BRyARfFWUnI/s72-c/DSC01829.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283711875434391647.post-4308572249773852490</id><published>2008-06-30T13:59:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T21:42:39.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I wonder what happened to me this few days. Since gardemanger class I had been so emotionally unstable. I wasn't saying that I mind about what happened that day. But I am still feeling blue and grey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I would like to apologised to Auntie Emily and Uncle Chan as I was a bit emo during f&amp;amp;b class. Thanks for bearing with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;This few days I was freak out because of midterm and work. The weird thing is I wasn't physically tired but my mentally is very tired. I wish there is someone for me. Uncle has been very very busy. I understand that he is tired and even lack of sleep. Yet I still need him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Called few friends to look for comfort. Sadly, the happy ones is too happy that I am not willing to spoilt their good moods while the unhappy ones, I am not willing to add their troubles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I wish I could cry. At least I will feel better but there wasn't any trace of tears in my eyes. I just can say he influences my life a lot. How I wish he is here to cheer me now. I feel so suffering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283711875434391647-4308572249773852490?l=dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/feeds/4308572249773852490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283711875434391647&amp;postID=4308572249773852490' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/4308572249773852490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/4308572249773852490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/2008/06/down.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199280171938639437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SEbFumlNs_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/iYIuMsiAM3U/S220/DSC00917.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283711875434391647.post-7156034800402197078</id><published>2008-06-26T21:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T13:04:35.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>words for someone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;As I always said, a man should have know how to make decision. A man that can made a decision may not be attractive while on the other hand, an indecisive man is definitely &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UNATTRACTIVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I am saying this is not for the sake of telling you how to get a girlfriend. It is for you to improve your personality. Please think about it. You might not know when your friends will get frust with this attitude. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SGhoz8NlKEI/AAAAAAAAADA/egfyhQKzGac/s1600-h/y2k.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217535815317947298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SGhpLirng6I/AAAAAAAAADI/iJMrjUGY6Og/s400/y2k.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Okay...As I had promised my sifu, I am here to promote &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shitinblackpool.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yik Hoong's blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;. It is a fantastic blog with direct messages and lots of pictures. I would recommend you guys to read it as he is an experienced blogger. Last but not least, thanks for everything. The Sunway Lagoon pic is awesome. You did a great job editting it. Not to forget is all the help and info you gave as I really appreciate it. Thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283711875434391647-7156034800402197078?l=dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/feeds/7156034800402197078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283711875434391647&amp;postID=7156034800402197078' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/7156034800402197078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/7156034800402197078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/2008/06/words-for-someone.html' title='words for someone'/><author><name>vivien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199280171938639437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SEbFumlNs_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/iYIuMsiAM3U/S220/DSC00917.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SGhpLirng6I/AAAAAAAAADI/iJMrjUGY6Og/s72-c/y2k.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283711875434391647.post-6654178854830684620</id><published>2008-06-26T17:53:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T21:42:59.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Not long ago, we were still the innocent children. We grown up as time passed and our precious childhood had become our memories. Had you ever wonder how much you remember about your childhood? Why not take a few minutes from your hectic schedule and think about this question. Remind yourself about how you used to be. As for me, I have my very beautiful pieces of memories.&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217541944325406834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SGhuwTA3gHI/AAAAAAAAAD4/NF2vdkA0dKM/s400/pooiwen%4004.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;innocent vien with her beloved goddad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Sometimes I wish I have the time machine so that I can return to the past. Being a child is so happy and fun. The world in a child's eye is much more simple and easy. Sadly, the world that you and I see now is so complicated and messy. Everyday we had to struggle for everything; things that we need and things we think we need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Try to think what our parents had gave us to make us happy. Perhaps a meal at KFC or Mcdonald with burger, nugget and fries? Birthday party with a chocolate cake? A few hours at park playing see-saw, swing or kite? Small giftes such as candies, chocolates when you score in your exams? A warm hug when you were woke from nightmare? (opps...this does not happened to me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;And now think of what had you gave to make yourself happy. A meal at fine dining restaurant such as Lafite or Chalet with the best cuisine and nice wine? A few hours shopping at your all time favourite boutiques? Gifts such as jewelries which cost you a fortune?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Being happy now is no longer easy. Especially when you have a lot of things you want. For timebeing I hope I can go for Beauty &amp;amp; The Beast Musical, Joey Yong concert and the most I am craving for is Leo Ku Live in Genting. But...money is my main concern.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;In conclusion, to make myself happy I need to earn lots and lots of money. You may say that I am materialistic but I would like to say I am just being realistic.&lt;/span&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/6283711875434391647-6654178854830684620?l=dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/feeds/6654178854830684620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283711875434391647&amp;postID=6654178854830684620' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/6654178854830684620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/6654178854830684620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/2008/06/life.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199280171938639437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SEbFumlNs_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/iYIuMsiAM3U/S220/DSC00917.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SGhuwTA3gHI/AAAAAAAAAD4/NF2vdkA0dKM/s72-c/pooiwen%4004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283711875434391647.post-6291516296643292297</id><published>2008-06-24T21:27:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T21:32:48.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what is blog meant for you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Everyone is so into blog especially uncle chan, uncle justin and the new blogger, auntie emily. Every little thing happened around us will be link us to blog. So it makes me start to wonder what is the purpose I blog. I had spend sometimes reading other people's blog, whereby I used to read blogs from people I knew only. There was plenty of blogs you can easily reach online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;There are people writing about what happened in their life; some wrote about their very creative thinking; some share their knowledge; so what about me? At first, what drives me to create this blog is the heart break from a friend. But it is crazy to keep on writing about how sad I am as nobody is going to care about it. I wish my blog would had made an impact to those that read it. Anyway if there are people who bother to read it then it is good enough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Recently a lot of stuff came across my mind especially our mother Earth. A lot of people is still blur about what had happened to the Earth. The global temperature is rising day by day and natural disaster happened here and there. It is all resulted from the uncivilised acts of our ancestors. If we are not doing anything now, can you imagine what will happen to our future generations? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I couldn't say that I did a lot in protecting the Earth but at least I tried to do it. Once I told my friend to finish his plate of food as you can see there are people die of hunger. He replied, "Do you think it makes any different if I finish it? This would not help those victims get better." But one will not do that if he knows how precious is the food. More and more people is trying to raise awareness of the public as campaign like famine 30 is held every year (I wish I could participate but my gastric do not allow me to do it). Food is not something just to fill our stomach. Try to understand and study about it. From the process it is cultivated/raised, pluck/slaughter...until it is cooked, all required lots of care and effort. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217619402730813858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SGi1M-D0uaI/AAAAAAAAAEA/SRBrqZ9G7IY/s400/DSC01675.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;vien's kebab with superb kdu bbq sauce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;By the way I am glad that our kebab was finished within seconds and there was no wastage (in despite of the lamb was a bit overcooked). On the other hand, I am so excited with our next gan cheong kitchen with yikhoong-vien recipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;APPETIZERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Cold cucumber and yogurt soup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Grilled asparagus with bacon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;MAIN COURSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Fish and spinach lasagne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Cereal-crusted chicken with tangy pineapple sauce serve with herbed rice and broccoli almondine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283711875434391647-6291516296643292297?l=dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/feeds/6291516296643292297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283711875434391647&amp;postID=6291516296643292297' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/6291516296643292297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/6291516296643292297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-is-blog-meant-for-you.html' title='what is blog meant for you?'/><author><name>vivien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199280171938639437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SEbFumlNs_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/iYIuMsiAM3U/S220/DSC00917.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SGi1M-D0uaI/AAAAAAAAAEA/SRBrqZ9G7IY/s72-c/DSC01675.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283711875434391647.post-1699135695204145966</id><published>2008-06-20T19:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T21:43:27.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SGN3QmvQ9hI/AAAAAAAAACo/HSpYRLTdIlU/s1600-h/Smuack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216143920585569810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SGN3QmvQ9hI/AAAAAAAAACo/HSpYRLTdIlU/s200/Smuack.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Tomorrow uncle will be returning to upm. Although I was mentally prepared for it but my heart still feel very hm seh dak. Worry that uncle will be very busy and yet I will be lonely... and lots of unnecessary worries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;To my suprise is that uncle asked ariestt to take care of me. I never thought that uncle will do that. A bit touch and yet it is so not uncle's style. Anyhow I will be independent and take good care of myself.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283711875434391647-1699135695204145966?l=dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/feeds/1699135695204145966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283711875434391647&amp;postID=1699135695204145966' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/1699135695204145966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/1699135695204145966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/2008/06/day-before-u-go-back.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199280171938639437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SEbFumlNs_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/iYIuMsiAM3U/S220/DSC00917.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SGN3QmvQ9hI/AAAAAAAAACo/HSpYRLTdIlU/s72-c/Smuack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283711875434391647.post-4763720186237281414</id><published>2008-06-19T23:19:00.025+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T21:43:43.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I haven't post anything for almost a week time. Is it nothing to blog or too much things to blog? Who noes... As normal there are sadness and happiness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;13th JUNE 2008, FRIDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;It was a miserable day. I was wearing sunglasses in f&amp;amp;b class. Everyone asked about my eyes and pui yee's hand and we ended with the hilarious 'kai yik' story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;It is uncle's last day of working. Had lunch together and a movie at night. I was very sad about how I look but thanks for the comfort and support that uncle gave me. If not because of you, I might still be moody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SGMTaj0RPTI/AAAAAAAAABw/z40Vh4CgoCQ/s1600-h/eason+moving+on+stage+9.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216034140437167410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 151px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px" height="167" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SGMTaj0RPTI/AAAAAAAAABw/z40Vh4CgoCQ/s200/eason+moving+on+stage+9.gif" width="182" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;14th JUNE 2008, SATURDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;The day had came. It is my 2nd time going for Eason Chen's concert. Excited yet embrassing. Had been usher-ing for RM 398 seats with sunglasses from 7pm (3pm). It is weird and the worst is I'm on tv with the sunglasses. Haih.... Anyway it is a nice concert. Enjoyed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;15th JUNE 2008, SUNDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Today is fathers' day. We went for a grill and nasi lemak house in PJ as it was recommended by dad's friend. Anyhow it was disappointing as the food are only so-so. We treated dad but dad is the one who pay. wahaha... bad daughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;16th JUNE 2008, MONDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I wish I can control my feeling. Everyone had been talking about my eye. This say this, that say that... I am totally understand that they are actually concern and care about me but... it does not matter now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;17th JUNE 2008, TUESDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;As Uncle Chan named it, the 'Kan Cheong Kitchen', I wasn't really kan cheong till the moment Mr Paul is going to judge our food. It was our first time prepare our menu and somehow based on the very limited ingredients. We made some wrong combination and arrangement here and there. But one will only grown with mistakes. I really learned a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SGMVbTyL8OI/AAAAAAAAAB4/CZbwMvw97pc/s1600-h/DSC01564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216036352336589026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" height="124" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SGMVbTyL8OI/AAAAAAAAAB4/CZbwMvw97pc/s200/DSC01564.JPG" width="136" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SGMVzLHeHhI/AAAAAAAAACA/8tIiPXtWgRo/s1600-h/DSC01567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216036762326801938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" height="157" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SGMVzLHeHhI/AAAAAAAAACA/8tIiPXtWgRo/s200/DSC01567.JPG" width="149" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SGMWDDWSXtI/AAAAAAAAACI/jRR6F7fwURk/s1600-h/DSC01568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216037035119369938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" height="81" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SGMWDDWSXtI/AAAAAAAAACI/jRR6F7fwURk/s200/DSC01568.JPG" width="139" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SGMWSxxkmLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ChSXhdl2kw4/s1600-h/DSC01574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216037305279879346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px" height="131" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SGMWSxxkmLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ChSXhdl2kw4/s200/DSC01574.JPG" width="185" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Went to a chinese medical center to check up my eye. Luckily it was only bruise and nothing harm my sight. I had a lesson. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NEVER USE HARD-BOILED EGG WHEN YOU HAD BRUISE&lt;/span&gt;. Peace for me and people who care for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;18th JUNE 2008, WEDNESDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I brought the cupcake I made yesterday based on the recipe Teo gave me. But I made a super duper silly mistake. Too embrassing to write it here as I shouldn't do this mistake as a chef student. But anyhow uncles and aunties finished it. So happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;19th JUNE 2008, THURSDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;A very precious piece of my memory. Done so much things today. Went back to old school to get our cert. Had a thinking to walk around the school and recall all our precious memory but it is impossible. Everyone will be looking as if alien had attacked Cochrane. Haha... Went back to an old hangout place, the hakka yong tau fu so-called-shop. The food not as nice as it used to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;This is the last date before uncle's holiday end. Rong's uncle is coming back and yet my uncle is going off. Someone is happy and someone is unhappy. Life is just like a see-saw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Life must go on. Pack the past and prepare for what is going to come. Gambade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283711875434391647-4763720186237281414?l=dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/feeds/4763720186237281414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283711875434391647&amp;postID=4763720186237281414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/4763720186237281414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/4763720186237281414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/2008/06/happening.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199280171938639437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SEbFumlNs_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/iYIuMsiAM3U/S220/DSC00917.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SGMTaj0RPTI/AAAAAAAAABw/z40Vh4CgoCQ/s72-c/eason+moving+on+stage+9.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283711875434391647.post-3007789345634319311</id><published>2008-06-12T23:19:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T21:37:20.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a trip to Sunway Lagoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SGhtX64DBSI/AAAAAAAAADg/o6Neww9FGpw/s1600-h/P6120475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217540426017473826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SGhtX64DBSI/AAAAAAAAADg/o6Neww9FGpw/s400/P6120475.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Everything started with our meeting at Sunway Lagoon entrance with really excited and kan cheong feeling. Having a good exercise for my heart as we had quite a number of rides on Tomahawk and Pirate’s Revenge, lets not forget about Lost City of Gold. Thanks auntie emily for holding my hand in the air. Please don't do it again. My heart had too much already. Congo Challenge also one of my liking as I went down the last and reached there first. By the way, there is nothing to do with weight and inersia. The very last game I was playing caused me a big bump on my right eye. Someone said that I look like HAP (half a panda). I think it is a compliment, which means my black eye ring actually unnoticeable. wahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;As my previous trip to Sunway lagoon I did not have a chance to walk on the world's longest Pedestrian Suspension Bridge, and it happened again. Anyway I am not sure that is it possible for me to complete this 428m journey. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217541038853767762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SGht7l3mwlI/AAAAAAAAADw/W4GLIFrCFgE/s400/Sunway.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;ACKNOWLEDGEMENT:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I would like to express my gratitude to the following individuals for their contribution and they deserve their proper due:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uncle Isaac &amp;amp; Auntie Thong&lt;/strong&gt; for the transportation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uncle Teo &amp;amp; Uncle Justin&lt;/strong&gt; for being our cameraman-of-the-day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Auntie Emily&lt;/strong&gt; for being my part-time nurse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Auntie Melanie&lt;/strong&gt; for the sunglasses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uncle Yik Hoong&lt;/strong&gt; for helping in organising &amp;amp; the voucher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uncle Johnson&lt;/strong&gt; for the tissue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Not to be forgotten is the joy and fun that everyone bring throughout whole trip as it is the most wonderful thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283711875434391647-3007789345634319311?l=dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/feeds/3007789345634319311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283711875434391647&amp;postID=3007789345634319311' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/3007789345634319311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/3007789345634319311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/2008/06/12-jun-2008-thurs-trip-to-sunway-lagoon.html' title='a trip to Sunway Lagoon'/><author><name>vivien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199280171938639437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SEbFumlNs_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/iYIuMsiAM3U/S220/DSC00917.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SGhtX64DBSI/AAAAAAAAADg/o6Neww9FGpw/s72-c/P6120475.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283711875434391647.post-7972757110704464123</id><published>2008-06-11T23:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T21:44:01.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SE_2FyTwjmI/AAAAAAAAAAw/75kRhtxnzE4/s1600-h/DSC00043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210653873155378786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SE_2FyTwjmI/AAAAAAAAAAw/75kRhtxnzE4/s320/DSC00043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;2007_6_13 i was in redang with the one i love. 2008_6_12 i will be going to sunway lagoon. But my beloved will not be joining. Excited but there is imperfection as I wish you are there as well. For this one year plus (even in f6) you had given me a lot of memories. I could not say that there are only happy ones as there are also unhappy too. But I am glad that I had both. Unhappy ones will make me crave for more happy ones and it will become more precious. One more week to go and you will be engaged with uni stuff again. I cant make time stop but I will create memory as time goes. Glad to have you in my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210654293058367362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SE_2eOkbr4I/AAAAAAAAAA4/vu_fqJ_rJes/s320/DSC00084.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SE_1clgNtsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/6ZqH7kUMLps/s1600-h/DSC00024.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283711875434391647-7972757110704464123?l=dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/feeds/7972757110704464123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283711875434391647&amp;postID=7972757110704464123' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/7972757110704464123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/7972757110704464123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-memory.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199280171938639437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SEbFumlNs_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/iYIuMsiAM3U/S220/DSC00917.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SE_2FyTwjmI/AAAAAAAAAAw/75kRhtxnzE4/s72-c/DSC00043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283711875434391647.post-816808252209696241</id><published>2008-06-09T22:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T19:51:10.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Road Not Taken</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As I was thinking what to blog today, I came across with something I used to learn sometimes ago. A poem from Robert Frost entitled 'The Road Not Taken'. I had been studying it as part of our literature but didn't notice that it actually play a role in our life. Often I had doubt whether I made a wrong choice in choosing culinary art as my profession. Now I am going to continue my journey with more confident. And lets not forget to thanks those who had help and support me all the way, especially unclechow.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;THE ROAD NOT TAKEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;And sorry I could not travel both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;And be one traveler, long I stood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;And looked down one as far as I could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;To where it bent in the undergrowth;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;Then took the other, as just as fair,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;And having perhaps the better claim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;Because it was grassy and wanted wear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;Though as for that the passing there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;Had worn them really about the same,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;And both that morning equally lay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;In leaves no step had trodden black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;Oh, I kept the first for another day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;Yet knowing how way leads onto way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;I doubted if I should ever come back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;I shall be telling this with a sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;Somewhere ages and ages hence;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;I took the ones less traveled by,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;And that has made all the difference. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;Robert Frost [1916]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283711875434391647-816808252209696241?l=dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/feeds/816808252209696241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283711875434391647&amp;postID=816808252209696241' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/816808252209696241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/816808252209696241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/2008/06/as-i-was-thinking-what-to-blog-today-i.html' title='The Road Not Taken'/><author><name>vivien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199280171938639437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SEbFumlNs_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/iYIuMsiAM3U/S220/DSC00917.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283711875434391647.post-572190556014369405</id><published>2008-06-05T10:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T21:44:22.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I do not understand what the purpose we must take this personal development plan thingy. A stupiak subject that required us to write lots and lots of essays and refelctive summaries. Please la. Do you think one will improve themselves by writing craps? If it works, lets get the terrorists and criminals to write it. Why us?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&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/6283711875434391647-572190556014369405?l=dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/feeds/572190556014369405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283711875434391647&amp;postID=572190556014369405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/572190556014369405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/572190556014369405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/2008/06/another-double-s.html' title=''/><author><name>vivien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199280171938639437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SEbFumlNs_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/iYIuMsiAM3U/S220/DSC00917.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283711875434391647.post-6904334261517519550</id><published>2008-06-05T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T21:50:16.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the fragile princess</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Planned to sleep but there was something buzzing in my mind. Wanted to get rid of it is the main reason I'm here. It is a story of a couple (I didn't say lovers). Just a pair of friends, since primary school. Had been same in the class since secondary till form 6. One had been giving and one had been receiving. As times gone, giving and receiving had became a habit or one had been taking one as granted. Giving had became ones habit as she appreciated this friendship a lot, more than u can imagine. There is someone who keep on telling me to let it go. I tried and tried. I wish I can do it. At least I can have some dignity for myself. But years of friendship, how can I let it go easily? As you said she is not my bf. But it is indeed 15 years. We had been through a lot of things together. There were tears and laughters. I wonder when my heart stop will bleeding...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283711875434391647-6904334261517519550?l=dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/feeds/6904334261517519550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283711875434391647&amp;postID=6904334261517519550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/6904334261517519550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/6904334261517519550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/2008/06/fragile-princess.html' title='the fragile princess'/><author><name>vivien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199280171938639437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SEbFumlNs_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/iYIuMsiAM3U/S220/DSC00917.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283711875434391647.post-1612114834725999739</id><published>2008-06-05T00:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T22:15:03.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the journal of a princess</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;Ahem...What should i say? This is my first time blogging? Is it? Maybe. Well thanks to uncle yik hoong for introducing me this place. And the most important to Justin. It was coincidence that I saw my comment in his blog and made up my mind to create my own blog. This will be a place for this princess to speak what plays in her mind, whereby there is something she might be hiding all by herself all this while. Hope someone will appreciate this. Anyway it is incredible that you manage to found this blog. Believe in faith?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283711875434391647-1612114834725999739?l=dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/feeds/1612114834725999739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283711875434391647&amp;postID=1612114834725999739' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/1612114834725999739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283711875434391647/posts/default/1612114834725999739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamingprincessyee.blogspot.com/2008/06/journal-of-princess.html' title='the journal of a princess'/><author><name>vivien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199280171938639437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y71EOZLQFow/SEbFumlNs_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/iYIuMsiAM3U/S220/DSC00917.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
