<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400555219358168053</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:02:12.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Small Fry</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeleenchuah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400555219358168053/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeleenchuah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ee Leen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327537421287090352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca6eYHG_5Sw/SSVoZJjcp0I/AAAAAAAAACA/Y8LkVFAnLdI/S220/Holding+a+spoon+MSN.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400555219358168053.post-8857017657552010234</id><published>2009-01-04T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T07:48:33.229-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy ending. Miserable beginning.</title><content type='html'>*Cries* I'm going back to school tomorrow. Ugh. Unlike many of my other friends, I kinda hate going to school. Maybe that's why I sleep so much in class. Gotta change that bad habit. I don't hate school because of friends, I hate it because of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;absurd amount of homework&lt;/span&gt; the teachers pile on us every day, and....&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EXAMS&lt;/span&gt;. Oh, and I also hate having to wake up at 6.30 am every morning. I guess I'll just have to endure the last year of my high school life. It might be alot funner than I think(if it weren't for those damn exams).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Announcement : &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;My blog shall be inactive for a year.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Unless I'm lucky enough to blog on weekends. Due to my SPM exam this year, I have to focus on my studies and limit myself from the internet. Sad, right. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here are some pictures from the New Year countdown at Bangsar a few days ago. I experienced alot of new things that day. Like drinking Flaming Towers, shisha-ing and assaulting random strangers on the street(you'll see what I mean).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 540px; height: 404px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/0008-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister in the mask and I'm the one with the bunny ears. Plus shisha and some drinks. Don't ask me why I made such a bitchy face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 540px; height: 404px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/0005-2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it is one silly looking mask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 540px; height: 404px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/0012-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total &lt;u&gt;pandemonium&lt;/u&gt; at Jalan Telawi when the clock struck 12. Armed with spray cans, everyone started spraying foam at their friends and random people on the streets. Even the cars didn't survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 540px; height: 404px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/0013-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice how many people there are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 536px; height: 463px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/0024-2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took forever to wash that foam out of my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 540px; height: 404px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/0025.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My deaaaarrrrr brother has gone to UK to do his masters. It's gonna be alot quieter without him around. =( And...he'll probably kill me for posting this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this is pretty much it now. I shall be devoting 356(or was it 365?) precious, glorious days of my life to concentrate entirely on my studies. No more parties. No more late nights. No more internet! No more online games!! "WAAAAAAAA!" *breaks down and cries hysterically( I &lt;u&gt;won't&lt;/u&gt; be missing you guys(for those of you who really know me, you know I'm just being sarcastic here).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care and bye for a year, everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400555219358168053-8857017657552010234?l=eeleenchuah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeleenchuah.blogspot.com/feeds/8857017657552010234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400555219358168053&amp;postID=8857017657552010234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400555219358168053/posts/default/8857017657552010234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400555219358168053/posts/default/8857017657552010234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeleenchuah.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-ending-miserable-beginning.html' title='Happy ending. Miserable beginning.'/><author><name>Ee Leen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327537421287090352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca6eYHG_5Sw/SSVoZJjcp0I/AAAAAAAAACA/Y8LkVFAnLdI/S220/Holding+a+spoon+MSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400555219358168053.post-5265903774660321726</id><published>2008-12-28T22:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T22:57:03.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Passive.</title><content type='html'>So uber-bored and lazy right now. Will blog some other time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400555219358168053-5265903774660321726?l=eeleenchuah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeleenchuah.blogspot.com/feeds/5265903774660321726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400555219358168053&amp;postID=5265903774660321726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400555219358168053/posts/default/5265903774660321726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400555219358168053/posts/default/5265903774660321726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeleenchuah.blogspot.com/2008/12/passive.html' title='Passive.'/><author><name>Ee Leen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327537421287090352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca6eYHG_5Sw/SSVoZJjcp0I/AAAAAAAAACA/Y8LkVFAnLdI/S220/Holding+a+spoon+MSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400555219358168053.post-9046099213245832960</id><published>2008-12-23T03:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T04:18:45.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The sky is the limit.</title><content type='html'>Last monday, I went with my family to Shangri-La's prestigious &lt;a href="http://www.shangri-la.com/en/property/kualalumpur/traders/dining/restaurant/skybar"&gt;Sky Bar&lt;/a&gt; at Traders Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 337px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/0079.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's view of the Twin Towers and KL tower plus indoor swimming pool somewhat resembles Pacific Regency's Luna Bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 337px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/0085.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 337px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/0084.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The DJ crank's up some funky, jazzy tunes to suit the ambience of the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 337px; height: 450px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/0089.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia's trademark &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Petronas Twin Towers&lt;/span&gt;. The ex-tallest building in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 337px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/0113.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panoramic view of the city skyline and the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;KL tower&lt;/span&gt; sticking out from the other buildings like Yao Ming amidst a bunch of short people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 337px; height: 450px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/0100.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drinks and food here are pretty pricey. As to be expected from a 5-star hotel bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 337px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/0109.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ordered the anti pasto. Personally, I didn't like it very much. Maybe my tastes are more suited to mamak style food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, pretty good. Splendid view of the city, air-conditioned interior plus poolside lounge area makes it a worthwhile place to visit. My mom and sister think the drinks suck though. They say the &lt;a href="http://www.shangri-la.com/en/property/sydney/shangrila/dining/restaurant/bluhorizonbar"&gt;Blu Horizon Bar&lt;/a&gt; in Sydney's Shangri-La Hotel is top of the class. As quoted by my sister, "The drinks there are truly heavenly." I have yet to try it, so I can't really judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S :: Blogging is starting to bore me. Expect to see shorter entries from now on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400555219358168053-9046099213245832960?l=eeleenchuah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeleenchuah.blogspot.com/feeds/9046099213245832960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400555219358168053&amp;postID=9046099213245832960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400555219358168053/posts/default/9046099213245832960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400555219358168053/posts/default/9046099213245832960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeleenchuah.blogspot.com/2008/12/sky-is-limit.html' title='The sky is the limit.'/><author><name>Ee Leen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327537421287090352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca6eYHG_5Sw/SSVoZJjcp0I/AAAAAAAAACA/Y8LkVFAnLdI/S220/Holding+a+spoon+MSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400555219358168053.post-4230128829752359649</id><published>2008-12-20T02:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T02:53:54.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irrelevant.</title><content type='html'>I'm back at my hometown in Taiping(which is in Perak, which is in Malaysia). Kinda losing the mood to blog...But will blog about my experience last Monday at Shangri-La's Sky Bar soon! Sorry for the super short entry today though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400555219358168053-4230128829752359649?l=eeleenchuah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeleenchuah.blogspot.com/feeds/4230128829752359649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400555219358168053&amp;postID=4230128829752359649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400555219358168053/posts/default/4230128829752359649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400555219358168053/posts/default/4230128829752359649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeleenchuah.blogspot.com/2008/12/irrelevant.html' title='Irrelevant.'/><author><name>Ee Leen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327537421287090352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca6eYHG_5Sw/SSVoZJjcp0I/AAAAAAAAACA/Y8LkVFAnLdI/S220/Holding+a+spoon+MSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400555219358168053.post-4715842107403982354</id><published>2008-12-13T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T06:10:51.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait, what?</title><content type='html'>Okay, so maybe I was a little harsh on The Curve's taste in &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; decorating &lt;a href="http://eeleenchuah.blogspot.com/2008/11/hark-herald-angels-scream.html"&gt;the other day&lt;/a&gt;. Guess I'll cut them some slack. It does look rather pretty once it's completed and everything is lighted up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Curve at night this time. Objective : To get some &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;drinks&lt;/span&gt;. There was so many people around, from families with little kids to &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;slutty girls&lt;/span&gt; wearing skimpy mini dresses. People were everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 455px; height: 355px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/0043.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, so there you go, doesn't look too bad, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 455px; height: 355px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/0046.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Multicoloured baubles dangling from the many arches that lead to the food and beverage area of The Curve, also known as 'The Street'(or was it 'The Walk'?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 355px; height: 455px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/0049.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paper lantern thingies hanging on woody trees next to some stalls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 455px; height: 355px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/0044.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa's elves with...wings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 355px; height: 455px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/0052.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some odd waving snowman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thus, we went to Laundry Bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 355px; height: 455px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/0053-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I never liked Laundry Bar's drinks. Expensive and not really worth it in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 455px; height: 355px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/0067.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Caesar salad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 455px; height: 355px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/0060.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom's lychee martini and sister's wine cooler. Mom claims the lychee martini is strong, but I can't really taste the alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 355px; height: 455px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/0064.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignore the horny couple in the background. They left after a few drinks. I presume the girl went to puke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 455px; height: 355px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/0071.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowd at Laundry Bar, 10-ish, Saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 334px; height: 262px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/0074.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 335px; height: 263px;" src="http://i439.photobucket.com/albums/qq116/lovebug-teddybear/cullens-1.jpg" alt="cullen family Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahhahaha! My very own "Cullen" family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400555219358168053-4715842107403982354?l=eeleenchuah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeleenchuah.blogspot.com/feeds/4715842107403982354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400555219358168053&amp;postID=4715842107403982354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400555219358168053/posts/default/4715842107403982354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400555219358168053/posts/default/4715842107403982354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeleenchuah.blogspot.com/2008/12/wait-what.html' title='Wait, what?'/><author><name>Ee Leen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327537421287090352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca6eYHG_5Sw/SSVoZJjcp0I/AAAAAAAAACA/Y8LkVFAnLdI/S220/Holding+a+spoon+MSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400555219358168053.post-2521718946273299465</id><published>2008-12-10T23:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:46:50.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"It's just. Just."</title><content type='html'>Stop wondering. The blog title has a hidden meaning to it. In case you're wondering, it's a quote by someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 472px; height: 342px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/0042copy.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ticket stub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went to GSC again(for the umpteenth time) with my long-lost friend &lt;a href="http://www.the1412.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.the1412.blogspot.com/"&gt;Poh Yi&lt;/a&gt; to watch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Wild Child&lt;/span&gt; yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 472px; height: 342px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/0033.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damned lucky girl has her own &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;SLR camera&lt;/span&gt;. (Mom, dad, if you're reading this, you know what I want for Christmas now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd give it maybe 2.5 or 3 stars tops. Quite hilarious in some parts, but lots of points deducted &lt;s&gt;because the guy's not cute enough.&lt;/s&gt; because it's pretty predictable. Just like any other &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mean girl movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch at A&amp;amp;W!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 472px; height: 342px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/0035.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 472px; height: 342px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/0034.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me mozza burger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 472px; height: 342px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/0041.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some cutesy knick-knack. The froggy thingy turns round and round as little droplets of &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; liquid fall onto it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 472px; height: 342px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/0037.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All she lacks is the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 472px; height: 342px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/0040.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Russia's world-renowned &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Church_of_the_Savior_on_Blood"&gt;Church of the Saviour On Spilled Blood&lt;/a&gt;(I didn't know what it was called up until now, when I Googled it) in a snow globe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400555219358168053-2521718946273299465?l=eeleenchuah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeleenchuah.blogspot.com/feeds/2521718946273299465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400555219358168053&amp;postID=2521718946273299465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400555219358168053/posts/default/2521718946273299465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400555219358168053/posts/default/2521718946273299465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeleenchuah.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-just-just.html' title='&quot;It&apos;s just. Just.&quot;'/><author><name>Ee Leen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327537421287090352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca6eYHG_5Sw/SSVoZJjcp0I/AAAAAAAAACA/Y8LkVFAnLdI/S220/Holding+a+spoon+MSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400555219358168053.post-3930210106500867107</id><published>2008-12-09T05:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:26:38.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rejection.</title><content type='html'>I woke up at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 a.m.&lt;/span&gt; today. Don't ask me why. Just couldn't sleep. I wasted 2 hours doing pretty much nothing. Just staring at my ceiling. Watching the fan turn (somewhere in the back of my mind, I was wondering if it would fall and slice me into pieces &lt;span class="variant"&gt;à la&lt;/span&gt; Urban Legend.) At around 7 a.m, I decided to go take a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nice stroll&lt;/span&gt; around the neighbourhood with my good ol' dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 536px; height: 401px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/0006-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Morning sky&lt;/span&gt; : Just as the sun was rising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 536px; height: 401px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/0009.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pretty and well-maintained park near my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 536px; height: 401px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/0013.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told you I'm totally amazed by the sky. Said so in my sidebar &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 536px; height: 401px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/0017.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am fatter than a single &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;bamboo&lt;/span&gt; stick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 372px; height: 498px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/0016.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I resemble my dad? And yes, his shirt says &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Terengganu Turtles'&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 536px; height: 401px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/0007-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cute stray cat. The poor creature ran away from me just after I managed to snap the picture. Guess it could sense the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;evil aura&lt;/span&gt; I was emanating. Mwahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 536px; height: 401px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/0014.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I was not humping the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 536px; height: 401px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/0012.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what you're thinking, "She so poser lah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 536px; height: 401px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/0023.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The aunties love to do tai chi early in the morning. I think they saw me snapping a picture of them, because they kept glaring at me after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 536px; height: 401px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/0029.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this house opposite the park, which has &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SO many&lt;/span&gt; cats. I remember my maid telling me once that they have 19 cats. &lt;s&gt;I almost wanted to steal the kittens to use them as guinea pigs for my scientific experiments.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 536px; height: 401px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/0028.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother kitty. With eyes like lasers. And claws as sharp as samurai swords.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 536px; height: 401px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/0027copy.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 536px; height: 401px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/0024.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 536px; height: 401px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/0019-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let your eyes deceive you. This place is full of &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;red ants&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;blood-sucking mosquitoes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 536px; height: 401px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/0030.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beautiful green neighbourhood. Taken at around 8 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 536px; height: 401px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/0021.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pretty &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;sneakers&lt;/span&gt;. Kinda dirty, but still pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's about it. And if you're wondering why my blog title says 'Rejection', it's because of something that happened to me today. Not going to talk about it. The sun will &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;shine&lt;/span&gt; again. Just gonna cheer up and smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 592px; height: 442px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/0001-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400555219358168053-3930210106500867107?l=eeleenchuah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeleenchuah.blogspot.com/feeds/3930210106500867107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400555219358168053&amp;postID=3930210106500867107' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400555219358168053/posts/default/3930210106500867107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400555219358168053/posts/default/3930210106500867107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeleenchuah.blogspot.com/2008/12/rejection.html' title='Rejection.'/><author><name>Ee Leen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327537421287090352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca6eYHG_5Sw/SSVoZJjcp0I/AAAAAAAAACA/Y8LkVFAnLdI/S220/Holding+a+spoon+MSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400555219358168053.post-2626087992153821411</id><published>2008-12-07T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T09:23:38.275-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A pink hair pin...</title><content type='html'>Went to watch &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Transporter 3&lt;/span&gt; with my dad tonight at around 9+ p.m. The movie in my opinion, was rather good. Lots of action, good effects, although I do think it is pretty unrealistic in certain parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 208px; height: 322px;" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a393/Blood123/transporter-3-us-poster.jpg" alt="transporter 3 Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 498px; height: 372px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/0002-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GSC, 9 p.m - crowded mostly with people aged around 20 to 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 499px; height: 373px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/0003-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1u is pretty quiet and empty at night, when there's hardly anyone around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S :: Welcome back, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Michael&lt;/span&gt;! Sure, it is a little late saying it, but I only found out today that you came back 2 days ago from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Down Under!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S/S :: Speaking of Down Under, I'm wondering if the movie 'Australia' will be any good...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400555219358168053-2626087992153821411?l=eeleenchuah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeleenchuah.blogspot.com/feeds/2626087992153821411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400555219358168053&amp;postID=2626087992153821411' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400555219358168053/posts/default/2626087992153821411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400555219358168053/posts/default/2626087992153821411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeleenchuah.blogspot.com/2008/12/pink-hair-pin.html' title='A pink hair pin...'/><author><name>Ee Leen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327537421287090352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca6eYHG_5Sw/SSVoZJjcp0I/AAAAAAAAACA/Y8LkVFAnLdI/S220/Holding+a+spoon+MSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400555219358168053.post-8489343537105460771</id><published>2008-12-06T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T12:27:59.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel a strange sense of emptiness...</title><content type='html'>Today - fun but kinda boring on some levels. I'm up at 3.32 a.m. now updating my sad little blog. Once again, lots of pictures of food. You'll be drooling by the end of the post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch = 大炒(which literally means "big fry") at Subang :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 417px; height: 556px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/0001.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, we had 牛肉河(beef hor fun*), 干炒河(which is...stir fried hor fun, or something) and claypot chicken rice. Sis had 板面(a type of noodle soup)...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;large&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;*Hor fun is a kind of noodle, for those of you who don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to grandma's house after lunch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 491px; height: 365px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/0002.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random picture : The sky was pretty today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For dinner, we had this.....&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 430px; height: 309px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/shark.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that to this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 465px; height: 347px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/0004.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, seriously. The fins of the shark is considered a Chinese delicacy. And although I'm kinda sad to say this, but...it's really yummy(yeah, yeah, I know, animal cruelty). The broth is full of flavor and every spoonful of it just makes you wanna sing 'Under Da Seaaaaaa'~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, moving on......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 463px; height: 347px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/0003.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is another shark fin dish called 桂花翅. My mom's favourite. The jelly-like thingy on top is actually from the fin of the shark. Underneath it is just fried egg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 462px; height: 346px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/0006.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one's &lt;span class="wbtr_mn"&gt;steamed pomfret. Another one of mom's favourite. What can I say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="wbtr_mn"&gt; Nice, fresh, very seafoody. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="wbtr_mn"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made another visit to Cava. This time just for some after dinner drinks, this is the second time since &lt;a href="http://eeleenchuah.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-was-really-good-girl-today.html"&gt;I was raving about their exquisite food the other day.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 436px; height: 327px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/0007.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 427px; height: 395px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/0010.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Sangrias&lt;/span&gt;. Sorry for the blurryness. It's the camera. &lt;s&gt;I swear I wasn't drunk when I was taking this picture.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 467px; height: 347px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/0019.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;'Chocolate Dream'&lt;/span&gt;. And it really is one. The thing that looks like a bun is really moist chocolate cake. Though I can't quite put my finger on what's the white stuff at the side. I assume it's molten white chocolate, but it doesn't taste as thick. There's also a slightly tangy taste to the mysterious white sauce, which gives it that extra "oomph".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;In a lame attempt to make this post a little less boring,&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end this fantastic post, here's a cutesy cute screenshot of me doing a quest with 2 friends in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="wbtr_mn"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.nostale.net/"&gt;Nostale&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="wbtr_mn"&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 820px; height: 491px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/20081204-1-Aster.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400555219358168053-8489343537105460771?l=eeleenchuah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeleenchuah.blogspot.com/feeds/8489343537105460771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400555219358168053&amp;postID=8489343537105460771' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400555219358168053/posts/default/8489343537105460771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400555219358168053/posts/default/8489343537105460771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeleenchuah.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-feel-strange-sense-of-emptiness.html' title='I feel a strange sense of emptiness...'/><author><name>Ee Leen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327537421287090352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca6eYHG_5Sw/SSVoZJjcp0I/AAAAAAAAACA/Y8LkVFAnLdI/S220/Holding+a+spoon+MSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400555219358168053.post-2228967714381619567</id><published>2008-12-05T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T07:28:15.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Aliens, I am aware of your plans to abduct me.</title><content type='html'>I strongly advise you to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;ABANDON ALL HOPE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, whatever, I went to 1u...AGAIN. This time with Elyana and Aishah. Damnit, I'm gonna make people bring me to further places like Sunway Pyramid, Mid Valley and Pavilion next time. Anyway, I watched Bolt with them. Basically, just hung out + popcorn for breakfast + lunch @ Italiannies. Aishah made us go to 1u at the freaking hour of 10 am, and surprisingly, at gsc, we bumped into.....&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Geeks!(Wei Khai, Owen and Hui Jing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 530px; height: 397px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/Boltouting003.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen - Wei Khai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 530px; height: 397px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/Boltouting001.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bigass picture of a smiling Wei Khai and his wife, Hui Jing behind him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 397px; height: 530px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/Boltouting002.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell if she's giving him a death glare or a seductive leer. Anyway, enough pictures of the nerdbags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 392px; height: 522px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/Boltouting013.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aishah in tinsel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 397px; height: 530px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/Boltouting015.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aishah dressed in...festive colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 530px; height: 397px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/Boltouting005.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 397px; height: 530px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/Boltouting007.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 530px; height: 397px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/Boltouting004.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 530px; height: 397px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/Boltouting029.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 397px; height: 530px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/Boltouting025.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The green thing is supposed to be a cat. Hence, the sign beside it. I don't think they're done decorating it yet though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last picture :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 397px; height: 530px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/Boltouting030.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, yeah, this one sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400555219358168053-2228967714381619567?l=eeleenchuah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeleenchuah.blogspot.com/feeds/2228967714381619567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400555219358168053&amp;postID=2228967714381619567' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400555219358168053/posts/default/2228967714381619567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400555219358168053/posts/default/2228967714381619567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeleenchuah.blogspot.com/2008/12/dear-aliens-i-am-aware-of-your-plans-to.html' title='Dear Aliens, I am aware of your plans to abduct me.'/><author><name>Ee Leen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327537421287090352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca6eYHG_5Sw/SSVoZJjcp0I/AAAAAAAAACA/Y8LkVFAnLdI/S220/Holding+a+spoon+MSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400555219358168053.post-5333085533901982256</id><published>2008-12-03T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T07:51:47.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If the Earth was a marshmallow...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, my brother had to go get his student visa downtown, so we decided to eat there since we don't go down to KL very much. At around 1-2 pm, we went for lunch at Kampachi in Equatorial Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 362px; height: 483px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/Photo0373.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 530px; height: 398px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/Photo0386.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seafood Teppanyaki. These grilled babies are simply to-die-for. Especially them scallops! I wish they served bigger portions though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 529px; height: 397px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/Photo0383.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beef Teppanyaki. Again, another one with an unbelievably minuscule portion. This one's definitely my favourite. Notice how the meat is pink in the middle, the chefs here really tenderize it to pure perfection. One bite into the meat and I think I probably died and went to heaven. The meat is super succulent and juicy, plus very well-marinated, I'm pretty sure it's not local meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 532px; height: 398px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/Photo0381.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one here is my bento. Not as nice as the 2 teppanyaki sets, but still yummy. That flower-shaped thingy at the bottom right corner is actually lotus root by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of the meal, I was so contented and satisfied. I think if I made a list on all my favourite Japanese restaurants, Kampachi would be somewhere around the top. Only downfall is the price. Our lunch came up to about RM300, sigh. Guess it's like that when it comes to eating at hotels.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400555219358168053-5333085533901982256?l=eeleenchuah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeleenchuah.blogspot.com/feeds/5333085533901982256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400555219358168053&amp;postID=5333085533901982256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400555219358168053/posts/default/5333085533901982256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400555219358168053/posts/default/5333085533901982256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeleenchuah.blogspot.com/2008/12/if-earth-was-marshmallow.html' title='If the Earth was a marshmallow...'/><author><name>Ee Leen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327537421287090352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca6eYHG_5Sw/SSVoZJjcp0I/AAAAAAAAACA/Y8LkVFAnLdI/S220/Holding+a+spoon+MSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400555219358168053.post-6411999792956772803</id><published>2008-12-02T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T09:30:29.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Au Naturale~</title><content type='html'>Right now, I'm enjoying an incredibly delectable box of........&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 491px; height: 369px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/Photo0389.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VERY&lt;/span&gt; expensive Godiva chocolates(which I don't get to eat very often, sigh.) Nyahahhaha, they're so yummy(and &lt;u&gt;expensive&lt;/u&gt;). Too bad. None for you. Will blog about today's outing tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400555219358168053-6411999792956772803?l=eeleenchuah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeleenchuah.blogspot.com/feeds/6411999792956772803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400555219358168053&amp;postID=6411999792956772803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400555219358168053/posts/default/6411999792956772803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400555219358168053/posts/default/6411999792956772803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeleenchuah.blogspot.com/2008/12/right-now-im-enjoying-incredibly.html' title='Au Naturale~'/><author><name>Ee Leen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327537421287090352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca6eYHG_5Sw/SSVoZJjcp0I/AAAAAAAAACA/Y8LkVFAnLdI/S220/Holding+a+spoon+MSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400555219358168053.post-6623140638447956866</id><published>2008-12-01T01:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T09:53:41.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets get these teen hearts beating faster, faster...</title><content type='html'>I watched &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Again&lt;/span&gt;. Went to 1u and met up with &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;8 gorgeous girls&lt;/span&gt;. Namely Aini, Azilah, Nadia, Izzah, Aini's sister - Aishah, Elyana, Phebe and &lt;a href="http://sabreenanordin.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sabreena&lt;/a&gt;! (Yes, 6 Malays and only 2 Chinese)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Utama was flooded with people today. On a Monday. Almost all of them were teens comprising of chicks, dudes, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bitches&lt;/span&gt;, jackasses, snobs and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lala girls&lt;/span&gt; who would give you the up-down when you walk past them. My impression on Twilight the movie is still the same after watching it for the second time though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 309px; height: 412px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/Twilightouting009-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phebe and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 339px; height: 452px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/Twilightouting011-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aini - Phebe : Poor Aini wanted to be on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Edward's side"&lt;/span&gt;, but there wasn't enough space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, I managed to snap a few pictures while watching the movie. Teehee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 442px; height: 332px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/Twilightouting013-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 379px; height: 286px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/Twilightouting016-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasper - Alice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 393px; height: 293px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/Twilightouting015-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosalie - Emmett&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 502px; height: 376px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/Twilightouting047.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, err, this one's kinda weird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 465px; height: 347px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/Twilightouting038.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabreena and I, yes, I know my hand looks &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bony&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 340px; height: 453px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/Twilightouting039.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 470px; height: 352px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/Twilightouting040.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 398px; height: 298px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/Twilightouting042.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aini and I, plus half of Phebe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 305px; height: 229px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/Twilightouting037.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her lip gloss be poppin'~ [Lip Gloss - Lil' Mama]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 509px; height: 379px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/Twilightouting048.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wanted to eat lunch at Chili's initially, but nyeh, changed our minds so we went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Waffle World&lt;/span&gt; instead. Much cheaper too. Here's pretty much how it went :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waitress : How many of you guys?&lt;br /&gt;All of us : 9&lt;br /&gt;*We wait for a table because it was full, and end up camwhoring.*&lt;br /&gt;Azilah and Aini : Ehh ehh, abit expensive lah.&lt;br /&gt;Me : Eh, I'm good with anything. Not that hungry though.&lt;br /&gt;Azilah : Wanna go Waffle World?&lt;br /&gt;Me : Oh yeah, but I don't think that cute guy works there anymore lah.&lt;br /&gt;*After some discussion, we finally decide to eat at Waffle World*&lt;br /&gt;Aini to waitress : Umm, I think we don't wanna eat here.&lt;br /&gt;Waitress : Sure, no problem.&lt;br /&gt;Me(mumbling under my breath) : Actually...we just came here to camwhore, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch at Waffle World :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 359px; height: 245px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/Twilightouting063.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My banana split&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 359px; height: 245px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/Twilightouting065.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadia's chocolate ice cream waffle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 419px; height: 312px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/Twilightouting062.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phebe again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we split up, walked around for abit, some of them went home. And then, there were 4. So 4 very bored people, started going into random shops, trying on hats and scarves, laughing our asses away at each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 287px; height: 385px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/Twilightouting082.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something wicked this way comes...(It's supposed to be a sun hat, but it looks more like a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;witch's hat&lt;/span&gt; on me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 270px; height: 364px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/Twilightouting081.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;            &lt;img style="width: 214px; height: 347px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/Michelinman-753287.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I went nuts and started piling on bangle after bangle. This kinda reminds me of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bibendum&lt;/span&gt; a.k.a the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michelin Man&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 312px; height: 419px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/Twilightouting075.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elyana + scarf in a lame attempt to pose like the mannequin behind her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 252px; height: 339px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/Twilightouting076.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to snag this picture even though the salesgirl was breathing fire at me. &lt;u&gt;Bitch.&lt;/u&gt; The salesgirl, I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 266px; height: 358px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/Twilightouting077.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 448px; height: 335px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/Twilightouting074.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, she want that lovey dovey, that kiss, kiss...[Kiss Kiss - Chris Brown]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 498px; height: 372px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/Twilightouting079.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That white thing dangling there is the price tag, okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to MPH and saw this shelf full of adult novels. I took a book and flipped to a random page and wow, it was SO &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;descriptive&lt;/span&gt;, Phebe went totally crazy and kept laughing. People kept giving us icy glares because we were laughing at some silly book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 287px; height: 385px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/Twilightouting083.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyahahaahaha..this was the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we got really bored of the place and decided to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last look ::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 427px; height: 318px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/Twilightouting085.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me why Nadia is shooting my peace sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 458px; height: 341px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/Twilightouting045.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 485px; height: 363px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/Twilightouting035.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 269px; height: 361px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/Twilightouting084.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half of Phebe's face, Nadia, Me and Elyana's eye.&lt;br /&gt;And that's it! Bye, going Nostale again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400555219358168053-6623140638447956866?l=eeleenchuah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeleenchuah.blogspot.com/feeds/6623140638447956866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400555219358168053&amp;postID=6623140638447956866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400555219358168053/posts/default/6623140638447956866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400555219358168053/posts/default/6623140638447956866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeleenchuah.blogspot.com/2008/12/lets-get-these-teen-hearts-beating.html' title='Lets get these teen hearts beating faster, faster...'/><author><name>Ee Leen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327537421287090352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca6eYHG_5Sw/SSVoZJjcp0I/AAAAAAAAACA/Y8LkVFAnLdI/S220/Holding+a+spoon+MSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400555219358168053.post-1557455325690697327</id><published>2008-11-29T10:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T23:28:59.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated to a very special friend.</title><content type='html'>Hey, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Billy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, why so serious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 332px; height: 248px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/Billy.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I've only known you for a short time, you've been one of the greatest friends to me. Seriously. And one of the funniest too! Thinking back, we had some really fun times. Sure, you spend almost all your time playing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Perfect World&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q-World&lt;/span&gt;(I'm still wondering when you're gonna start playing &lt;a href="http://www.nostale.net"&gt;Nostale&lt;/a&gt; by the way).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 391px; height: 248px;" src="http://tugaleres.free.fr/nostale_20b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you've always been the one who helped me through when I was feeling down and life sucked. You were there to help me when J_ _ _ s mysteriously disappeared(and he's still not back yet after 3 months). You're pretty much one of the few guys whom I whine to and ramble about meaningless stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're so childish that you nickname me devil, but okayyy fine, I call you angel too which makes me just as naive, I guess. I don't know what else to say, just writing this took me almost an hour, but I don't regret it though. I hope you won't ditch me suddenly and not talk to me ever again(as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;many people&lt;/span&gt; have done before), because...no one can ever replace you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, I suck at the whole "saying nice stuff about a person" thing, sorry if it sounds cheesy, but every ounce of what I said is true. That's all, I'm off to play Nostale now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400555219358168053-1557455325690697327?l=eeleenchuah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeleenchuah.blogspot.com/feeds/1557455325690697327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400555219358168053&amp;postID=1557455325690697327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400555219358168053/posts/default/1557455325690697327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400555219358168053/posts/default/1557455325690697327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeleenchuah.blogspot.com/2008/11/dedicated-to-very-special-friend.html' title='Dedicated to a very special friend.'/><author><name>Ee Leen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327537421287090352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca6eYHG_5Sw/SSVoZJjcp0I/AAAAAAAAACA/Y8LkVFAnLdI/S220/Holding+a+spoon+MSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400555219358168053.post-3300429959015275599</id><published>2008-11-28T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T12:54:18.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Afterthoughts On The Twilight Movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This post is gonna be all about&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;  and my thoughts since &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=%22http://eeleenchuah.blogspot.com/2008/11/and-so-lion-fell-in-love-with-lamb-i.html%22%3E"&gt;the day I watched it&lt;/a&gt;.You're gonna have to endure alot more of this Twilight mania, sorry! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;WARNING : Spoilers ahead!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 268px; height: 379px;" src="http://i307.photobucket.com/albums/nn296/missluvaguhh101/twilight.jpg" alt="twilight Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay here's what's going on about Twilight in the news :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Twilight scored &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;$30 million&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;ONE DAY&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;$70.6 million &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;in its first WEEKEND That's &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;70,600,000 US DOLLARS&lt;/span&gt; (unless I got the number of zeros wrong), baby! Hella impressive compared to Quantum of Solace in second place with only $27.4 million in its second week of release. It's not impossible that Twilight might make almost or more than $200 million if this goes on. Lots of people I know are re-watching it over and over again in the cinemas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Summit Entertainment(the guys behind the Twilight movie) have officially announced that they are going to film &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;New Moon&lt;/span&gt;, i.e the sequel to Twilight!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They're thinking about doing Eclipse. And I presume that  they're gonna go for Breaking Dawn too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There's a rumor going around that Kristen Stewart and Rob Pattinson are gonna get &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$10 million&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; pay raise for New Moon. (What's up with all the millions?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There are LOTS of reviews of the movie, some said the movie rocked, some said it sucked bad, but almost all of them agreeing that the movie wasn't as good as the book.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;You can see the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;reviews&lt;/span&gt; for the movie here(the comments are uber long and crazy) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZXZi25kwhHA"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZXZi25kwhHA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JbKddW-2HWY&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JbKddW-2HWY&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jk0UW_nvCb4&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jk0UW_nvCb4&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://network.nationalpost.com/np/blogs/theampersand/archive/2008/11/27/popcorn-panel-twlight-a-realistic-teen-romance.aspx"&gt;http://network.nationalpost.com/np/blogs/theampersand/archive/2008/11/27/popcorn-panel-twlight-a-realistic-teen-romance.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X_TOsUmqpbY&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X_TOsUmqpbY&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k8RDHPgQ-Co&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k8RDHPgQ-Co&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UG0U2vYRvvE&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UG0U2vYRvvE&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;News&lt;/span&gt; on Twilight and the next movie New Moon, check em' out here :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://network.nationalpost.com/np/blogs/theampersand/archive/2008/11/27/bob-thompson-twilight-s-last-gleaming-not-yet.aspx"&gt;http://network.nationalpost.com/np/blogs/theampersand/archive/2008/11/27/bob-thompson-twilight-s-last-gleaming-not-yet.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.beyondhollywood.com/twilights-lovebirds-get-10-million-pay-raise-for-new-moon/"&gt;http://www.beyondhollywood.com/twilights-lovebirds-get-10-million-pay-raise-for-new-moon/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.beyondhollywood.com/twilight-opens-big-71-million/"&gt;http://www.beyondhollywood.com/twilight-opens-big-71-million/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.beyondhollywood.com/summit-officially-announces-twilight-2-new-moon/"&gt;http://www.beyondhollywood.com/summit-officially-announces-twilight-2-new-moon/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;My own perspective of the movie(don't kill me, it's just my opinion) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;flaws&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Okay, so thinking back, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kristen Stewart's acting&lt;/span&gt; was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really bad&lt;/span&gt;. I didn't feel that she was romantic enough in the movie, and the chemistry between her and Rob just wasn't there. Also, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Robert Pattinson&lt;/span&gt; could've portrayed Edward Cullen alot better too. I think he didn't show much emotion when he was talking to Bella, unlike in the books. He seemed more nervous and awkward the whole way, not an ounce of romance from him. The Bio lab scene made me wonder if Rob was constipated at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;meadow&lt;/span&gt;...pretty much sucked. I expected more of a magical open, grassy space, maybe with a few yellow wildflowers around. In the movie, it looked like they filmed it in the woods or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sparkling and running&lt;/span&gt; is awful. Seriously. Someone said that Edward looked like a disco ball and I totally agree. They even added this diamond shining sound when he steps into the sun.......which is&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;........SO WEIRD&lt;/span&gt;. It was actually hilarious at one point.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;directing&lt;/span&gt; was poor, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;effects&lt;/span&gt;(like the running and sparkling as mentioned) weren't as good as I hoped they'd be. But then again, it IS a low-budget movie.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;The good points :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;paleness of the skin&lt;/span&gt; was actually spot-on. When you watch the movie, you'll get the feeling like the Cullens are really the hottest family around.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cast(apart from the stars)&lt;/span&gt;, i.e the rest of the Cullen family, Charlie Swan, Angela, Jessica, Mike, Eric, Tyler, the 3 nomadic vampires were well, excellent. Their acting, and portrayal of the characters were even better than the leads, Rob and Kristen,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dialogue&lt;/span&gt; was quite good. Kinda funny at parts, and overall I think they did a good job.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;songs&lt;/span&gt; in the movie are nice too, really suitable for the whole vampire thing. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bella's lullaby&lt;/span&gt; is not exactly how Stephenie described it in the book though. It's supposed to be really sweet at the start, and fades to a more melancholic tune near the end. I think it was more of the opposite in the movie. But nevertheless, it's still a wonderful and romantic song.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Stephenie Meyer&lt;/span&gt; makes a 10 second appearance in the movie, just for fun I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There were some &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;scenes&lt;/span&gt; in the movie I REALLY love. One of them is the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;baseball scene&lt;/span&gt;. I just can't stop raving about this! Although the effects weren't as good, the usage of Muse's song and the uber hot Cullens make it really nice. Another one is the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;prom scene&lt;/span&gt;. Beautiful set, nice feel to the whole prom thing. And I kinda like Bella's dress, but HATE the bolero(picture below).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Disaster.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 549px; height: 376px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/Disaster.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;On the whole, the movie was good, but not as deep and meaningful as how Stephenie Meyer describes everything so passionately in the book, of course. I shall be expecting and hoping New Moon will be better in terms of effects and directing because this time, they'll have a decent budget. So that's about all, it's 4.30 a.m here, and I'm having a 40&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;°&lt;/span&gt;C fever on Twilight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400555219358168053-3300429959015275599?l=eeleenchuah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeleenchuah.blogspot.com/feeds/3300429959015275599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400555219358168053&amp;postID=3300429959015275599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400555219358168053/posts/default/3300429959015275599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400555219358168053/posts/default/3300429959015275599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeleenchuah.blogspot.com/2008/11/afterthoughts-on-twilight-movie.html' title='Afterthoughts On The Twilight Movie'/><author><name>Ee Leen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327537421287090352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca6eYHG_5Sw/SSVoZJjcp0I/AAAAAAAAACA/Y8LkVFAnLdI/S220/Holding+a+spoon+MSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400555219358168053.post-6829287236121744158</id><published>2008-11-28T05:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T07:20:43.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A smack on the head might do the trick</title><content type='html'>Remember last Thursday? Well, that's &lt;a href="http://eeleenchuah.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-dah-jatuh-sakit.html"&gt;the day I fell sick&lt;/a&gt;. Since that day, I managed to spread my virus to lots of people in a week. My mom, my piano teacher and 4 friends. Sorry everyone! Really didn't mean to. Today was boring, so nyeh that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S :: I'm still obsessing over Twilighttttt~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S/S :: In just these 2 days, 2 guys(strangers by the way) wolf-whistled at me when I walked past. Not bragging, just wonder how people wolf-whistle. I can't even do a normal whistle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400555219358168053-6829287236121744158?l=eeleenchuah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeleenchuah.blogspot.com/feeds/6829287236121744158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400555219358168053&amp;postID=6829287236121744158' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400555219358168053/posts/default/6829287236121744158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400555219358168053/posts/default/6829287236121744158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeleenchuah.blogspot.com/2008/11/remember-last-thursday-well-thats-day-i.html' title='A smack on the head might do the trick'/><author><name>Ee Leen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327537421287090352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca6eYHG_5Sw/SSVoZJjcp0I/AAAAAAAAACA/Y8LkVFAnLdI/S220/Holding+a+spoon+MSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400555219358168053.post-5597766846649812543</id><published>2008-11-27T00:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T04:54:03.009-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And so the lion fell in love with the lamb...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Twilightouting006.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 637px; height: 477px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/Twilightouting006.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAHHH !!!!!!! *squeals with delight* I went to Cineleisure with &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);" href="http://undefinedscribbles.blogspot.com/"&gt;Yan Leng&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; today to watch &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Twilight&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 529px; height: 705px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/Twilightouting003.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it was just released in Malaysia today, weeeee!!! (Stupid Malaysian cinema people took so long to get the movie here, grrrr) Overall, the movie was not that bad, actually quite good in my opinion. I didn't like some parts of it...but without a doubt, my favourite was definitely the baseball scene. Absolutely loved how they used Muse's 'Supermassive Black Hole' for that one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 529px; height: 297px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/Picture12.png" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert Pattinson as &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Edward Cullen&lt;/span&gt;, Kristen Stewart as &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Bella Swan&lt;/span&gt; (for those of you who don't already know~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 472px; height: 316px;" src="http://daemonsmovies.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/twilight7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baseball game interrupted by them mean vampies James, Laurent and Victoria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie is surprisingly pretty funny in some parts, though it could be more romantic. Definitely not as good as the book...but it's not too bad. I personally thought that the actors that played &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Alice, Jasper, Emmett and Angela&lt;/span&gt; were the best, not just looks-wise but their acting too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 432px; height: 574px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/Twilightouting008.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a lala picture of me after the movie ended and the credits were rolling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 501px; height: 375px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/Twilightouting007.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay lah...don't wanna bore you with my silly poses. Here's a picture of cute &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Yan Leng&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 497px; height: 661px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/Twilightouting009.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But too bad for you, I'm feeling mean today, therefore...more lala poses of me!!! And yes, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I, CHIHUAHUA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!! Aahahahaha *screams hysterically and faints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie and much camwhoring later, we then went to grab lunch at..................&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;*drumroll for no reason at all*&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 508px; height: 380px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/Twilightouting012.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumah Pankek Paddington!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/Twilightouting016.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, it's not somet it's like chicken tomato something with mashed potatoes. We were so hungry by the end of the movie that we started eating before I remembered to take a picture :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 492px; height: 368px;" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r239/LaDesiree/Twilightouting018.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love ya, Leng! When &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;New Moon&lt;/span&gt; comes out next time, I'm gonna watch it with you again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : I hate Malaysian cinema people. They effing censor everything! The part where Edward and Bella have their first kiss? Yeap, it's gone. Stupid people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S/S :: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Bella's Lullaby&lt;/span&gt;(the original one from the movie by the way) by Carter Burwell is in my imeem playlist over there in the sidebar &gt;&gt;&gt; (I simple love the lullaby to death. I'm gonna listen to it every night before I go to sleep ^-^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S/S/S :: As quoted by Jessica when describing the Cullens to Bella in the movie, "That's Jasper. He's the blonde one who looks like he's in PAIN."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and, before I end this blog entry, let me annoy you with repetitions of the word &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;so that hopefully it gets burned into your brain foreverrrrrrrr !!!! Nyahahahahaahha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Twilight! Twilight! Twilight! Twilight! Twilight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Twilight! Twilight! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Twilight! Twilight! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Twilight! Twilight! Twilight! Twilight! Twilight! Twilight! Twilight! Twilight! Twilight! Twilight! Twilight! Twilight! Twilight! Twilight! Twilight! Twilight! Twilight! Twilight! Twilight! Twilight! Twilight! Twilight! Twilight! Twilight! Twilight! Twilight! Twilight! Twilight! Twilight! Twilight! Twilight! Twilight! Twilight! Twilight! Twilight! Twilight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am that childish and annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400555219358168053-5597766846649812543?l=eeleenchuah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeleenchuah.blogspot.com/feeds/5597766846649812543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400555219358168053&amp;postID=5597766846649812543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400555219358168053/posts/default/5597766846649812543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400555219358168053/posts/default/5597766846649812543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeleenchuah.blogspot.com/2008/11/and-so-lion-fell-in-love-with-lamb-i.html' title='And so the lion fell in love with the lamb...'/><author><name>Ee Leen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327537421287090352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca6eYHG_5Sw/SSVoZJjcp0I/AAAAAAAAACA/Y8LkVFAnLdI/S220/Holding+a+spoon+MSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400555219358168053.post-2006262599243244636</id><published>2008-11-25T07:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T09:09:11.629-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am actually an undercover superhero!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've got nothing interesting to post today. So here's and emo story I wrote to bore you. I've decided to write it chapter by chapter. This is chapter 1, entitled Snowflake. (Oh and there are some Chinese words in it, don't ask me why, just felt like it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chapter 1 - Snowflake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;He began to walk away, but I used the remaining ounce of strength I had left in me and grabbed his hand, willing him not to leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    “No…don’t go, please, Fang, please.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    “I…I…love you, Fang” I said, gripping his wrist tightly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    “You’re just a waste of my time, Lara” he replied nonchalantly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    “ 难道在你心目中, 我是没有位置的吗?” I asked, my voice breaking. I could feel the tears starting to well up in my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    “ 我根本就对你没有感觉, 你不要再继续自己骗自己了。” he replied, indifferent to the tears now flowing freely from my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    “Let. Go.” he said and cast a sideways glare at me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    As I felt his cold eyes piercing heartlessly into mine, I lost the strength to hold on to his hand and loosened my grip. My eyes still wide and tear strained, he jerked his hand away from mine. Without another word, he turned on his heel and walked off, leaving me at the dark cobblestone street on a cold winter’s day all alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    Cast upon only by the dim light coming from the street lamps, there seemed to be no other signs of life at the time. Suddenly, it felt unbelievably cold even under all those layers of wool jackets and cashmere sweaters. I felt the energy leaking out from my body, draining away as I began to lose consciousness. A gentle wind blew lightly, but it felt as if it struck the very bone of my body. My knees buckled and I collapsed onto the ground weakly, my breath coming out in huffs as I exhaled, forming little white clouds in the winter air. And that was all I could remember - feeling my face upon the soft, white snow on the ground and the snowflakes falling gently on my hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;---End of Chapter 1---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S :: Do forgive me for any grammatical errors I may have made. I'm no high-flying English expert lah kay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S/S :: Fang is not a real person, he is just a fictional character, don't go getting any ideas that he's my boyfriend or grandfather or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400555219358168053-2006262599243244636?l=eeleenchuah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeleenchuah.blogspot.com/feeds/2006262599243244636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400555219358168053&amp;postID=2006262599243244636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400555219358168053/posts/default/2006262599243244636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400555219358168053/posts/default/2006262599243244636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeleenchuah.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-actually-undercover-superhero.html' title='I am actually an undercover superhero!'/><author><name>Ee Leen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327537421287090352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca6eYHG_5Sw/SSVoZJjcp0I/AAAAAAAAACA/Y8LkVFAnLdI/S220/Holding+a+spoon+MSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400555219358168053.post-6827108700103647759</id><published>2008-11-24T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T07:30:11.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was a really good girl today!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ca6eYHG_5Sw/SSq3xLKQNBI/AAAAAAAAADo/4xueCjjl-OQ/s1600-h/Photo0346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 325px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ca6eYHG_5Sw/SSq3xLKQNBI/AAAAAAAAADo/4xueCjjl-OQ/s320/Photo0346.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272228369227854866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hung out with my mom and bro pretty much the whole day today. We went to this sassy place called Cava at Jalan Bangkung, Bangsar for lunch. The food there is realllyyy scrumptious and the drinks are simply to die-for, though it is a little pricey. We had the 2 set lunches for about rm25 nett, quite a reasonable price I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ca6eYHG_5Sw/SSq3xuwH3RI/AAAAAAAAADw/VyT0GoQvCh8/s1600-h/Photo0345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ca6eYHG_5Sw/SSq3xuwH3RI/AAAAAAAAADw/VyT0GoQvCh8/s320/Photo0345.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272228378781932818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cosy ambience and soothing lounge music...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca6eYHG_5Sw/SSq-Z6tMsSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/dCvRvTBbtWA/s1600-h/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 386px; height: 215px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca6eYHG_5Sw/SSq-Z6tMsSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/dCvRvTBbtWA/s400/001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272235666255425826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ca6eYHG_5Sw/SSrCVxNlkHI/AAAAAAAAAEY/coV6piols1Q/s1600-h/Photo0355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ca6eYHG_5Sw/SSrCVxNlkHI/AAAAAAAAAEY/coV6piols1Q/s400/Photo0355.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272239993033953394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My virgin Mojito - yummy as hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ca6eYHG_5Sw/SSrBVfbAvkI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/UUKZHwHc7Eo/s1600-h/002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 379px; height: 406px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ca6eYHG_5Sw/SSrBVfbAvkI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/UUKZHwHc7Eo/s400/002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272238888746794562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ca6eYHG_5Sw/SSrCWhMSd5I/AAAAAAAAAEg/39ahXX4wtv4/s1600-h/Photo0350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ca6eYHG_5Sw/SSrCWhMSd5I/AAAAAAAAAEg/39ahXX4wtv4/s400/Photo0350.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272240005913409426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some seafood thingy...I don't remember the name but the cream sauce is mouthwatering!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca6eYHG_5Sw/SSrCW5N8qdI/AAAAAAAAAEo/sI7qYYvN6H8/s1600-h/Photo0352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca6eYHG_5Sw/SSrCW5N8qdI/AAAAAAAAAEo/sI7qYYvN6H8/s400/Photo0352.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272240012362820050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Black pepper beef . Not too peppery, just the way I like it. The beef slices are tender and yummy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ca6eYHG_5Sw/SSrCXeBHQKI/AAAAAAAAAEw/PMwzhmWTqBs/s1600-h/Photo0356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ca6eYHG_5Sw/SSrCXeBHQKI/AAAAAAAAAEw/PMwzhmWTqBs/s400/Photo0356.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272240022241099938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, I admit this dessert was rather disappointing. It's basically a piece of fruit cake sandwiched between 2 biscuits and a piece of strawberry on the top. Nothing much to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to order the Chocolate Dream (moist chocolate cake), but the waiter said it would take about 20 minutes to bake it and stuff. :( :( :( Oh well, I will definitely come back to Cava for their wonderful food in the future!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the evening, went to the Curve again with mom and bro. Christmas decorations still seem rather dull, will judge when the final product is complete. At about 5-ish, mom and I went to Nan Xiang Restaurant(南翔馒头店) for a bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ca6eYHG_5Sw/SSrHPiGUJqI/AAAAAAAAAE4/wTnmkGWmpWw/s1600-h/Photo0358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ca6eYHG_5Sw/SSrHPiGUJqI/AAAAAAAAAE4/wTnmkGWmpWw/s400/Photo0358.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272245383455844002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had this herbal soup noodle thingy that was really delicious, but not exactly filling. I didn't take a picture because by the time I remembered, the bowl was empty already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the meal, as we were walking to the car park, I held the door open for this lady who was carrying a bunch of shopping bags. Upon doing so, she smiled at me and said "thank you, dear" and hence the title of the blog entry today. I'm not usually this nice by the way.&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/400555219358168053-6827108700103647759?l=eeleenchuah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeleenchuah.blogspot.com/feeds/6827108700103647759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400555219358168053&amp;postID=6827108700103647759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400555219358168053/posts/default/6827108700103647759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400555219358168053/posts/default/6827108700103647759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeleenchuah.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-was-really-good-girl-today.html' title='I was a really good girl today!'/><author><name>Ee Leen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327537421287090352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca6eYHG_5Sw/SSVoZJjcp0I/AAAAAAAAACA/Y8LkVFAnLdI/S220/Holding+a+spoon+MSN.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ca6eYHG_5Sw/SSq3xLKQNBI/AAAAAAAAADo/4xueCjjl-OQ/s72-c/Photo0346.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400555219358168053.post-8156549205624843118</id><published>2008-11-23T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T08:21:10.229-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hark the herald angels scream!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ca6eYHG_5Sw/SSl7wvh9teI/AAAAAAAAADg/IIO5kXRBA4U/s1600-h/Photo0340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ca6eYHG_5Sw/SSl7wvh9teI/AAAAAAAAADg/IIO5kXRBA4U/s320/Photo0340.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271880916136736226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, I went to The Curve with my mom on Saturday. It was pretty crowded, lots of people walking and shopping especially after the rain stopped at around 5-ish. After walking around for abit, we decided to grab a bite at this restaurant called La Gourmet House because there was this nice band performing in front of Asam Pedas. But OMG I don't know if it's just me, but the food there is just awful. The brochette I had was kinda...sour. NOT recommended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also noticed that The Curve has started with Christmas decorations. In my opinion, the boring yet weird decorations this year are worse than last year's overload of Christmas lights. Some people might think it's beautiful...but I think it'd look tons better if it wasn't so...MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ca6eYHG_5Sw/SSl6NHKp-CI/AAAAAAAAADI/AX_AOkuuPEo/s1600-h/img5868zp9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ca6eYHG_5Sw/SSl6NHKp-CI/AAAAAAAAADI/AX_AOkuuPEo/s320/img5868zp9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271879204494506018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last year was an avalanche of ornaments, icicles, baubles and tinsel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca6eYHG_5Sw/SSl6NhKevLI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jKFAJOrzEt0/s1600-h/Photo0336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca6eYHG_5Sw/SSl6NhKevLI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jKFAJOrzEt0/s320/Photo0336.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271879211473091762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This year, multicoloured baubles meets layered cake. (This picture was taken last week, when I went on Saturday, they hung what looked like paper lanterns on the pink area)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ca6eYHG_5Sw/SSl7wMRlYcI/AAAAAAAAADY/Vk_0PmA0jqs/s1600-h/White+and+sage+Wedding+Cake+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ca6eYHG_5Sw/SSl7wMRlYcI/AAAAAAAAADY/Vk_0PmA0jqs/s320/White+and+sage+Wedding+Cake+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271880906672792002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Something like this actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Maybe it's still too early to say whether the decorations this year are pretty or not (since they haven't finished decorating it yet). But from the looks of this abominable tree, I doubt the decorations are going to be awesome.&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/400555219358168053-8156549205624843118?l=eeleenchuah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeleenchuah.blogspot.com/feeds/8156549205624843118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400555219358168053&amp;postID=8156549205624843118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400555219358168053/posts/default/8156549205624843118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400555219358168053/posts/default/8156549205624843118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeleenchuah.blogspot.com/2008/11/hark-herald-angels-scream.html' title='Hark the herald angels scream!'/><author><name>Ee Leen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327537421287090352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca6eYHG_5Sw/SSVoZJjcp0I/AAAAAAAAACA/Y8LkVFAnLdI/S220/Holding+a+spoon+MSN.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ca6eYHG_5Sw/SSl7wvh9teI/AAAAAAAAADg/IIO5kXRBA4U/s72-c/Photo0340.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400555219358168053.post-8944983223775340851</id><published>2008-11-21T06:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T06:21:15.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, I was watching an episode of Desperate Housewives today, and am rather touched by this poem recited by Mrs. McCluskey. I googled it and here's the original version, called 'Do Not Stand At My Grave and Weep' by Mary Elizabeth Frye :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Do not stand at my grave and weep;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;I am not there. I do not sleep.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;I am a thousand winds that blow.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;I am the diamond glints on snow.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;I am the sunlight on ripened grain.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;I am the gentle autumn rain.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;When you awaken in the morning's hush&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;I am the swift uplifting rush&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Of quiet birds in circled flight.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;I am the soft stars that shine at night.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Do not stand at my grave and cry;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;I am not there. I did not die.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;Sorry lah if you think this is such a lame and emo entry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400555219358168053-8944983223775340851?l=eeleenchuah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeleenchuah.blogspot.com/feeds/8944983223775340851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400555219358168053&amp;postID=8944983223775340851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400555219358168053/posts/default/8944983223775340851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400555219358168053/posts/default/8944983223775340851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeleenchuah.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-i-was-watching-episode-of-desperate.html' title=''/><author><name>Ee Leen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327537421287090352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca6eYHG_5Sw/SSVoZJjcp0I/AAAAAAAAACA/Y8LkVFAnLdI/S220/Holding+a+spoon+MSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400555219358168053.post-2882804429300519584</id><published>2008-11-20T05:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T05:50:24.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I dah jatuh sakit....</title><content type='html'>I fell sick today. No joke, been coughing and sneezing the whole day + my head throbs painfully every now and then. Yes, to my enemies(you know who you are), I'm sure you're laughing your asses away. In the meantime, here's a picture of my uber-A.D.O.R.A.B.L.E baby niece, Jacelynn :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca6eYHG_5Sw/SSVphLjQ3jI/AAAAAAAAACY/YU5ymP--TdE/s1600-h/Jacelynn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca6eYHG_5Sw/SSVphLjQ3jI/AAAAAAAAACY/YU5ymP--TdE/s320/Jacelynn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270734957664329266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You see, most kids would run away when they see animals...but little Jacelynn here bent down and hugged the dog without thinking twice! (An animal lover just like me...*tears start welling up*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400555219358168053-2882804429300519584?l=eeleenchuah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeleenchuah.blogspot.com/feeds/2882804429300519584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400555219358168053&amp;postID=2882804429300519584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400555219358168053/posts/default/2882804429300519584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400555219358168053/posts/default/2882804429300519584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeleenchuah.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-dah-jatuh-sakit.html' title='I dah jatuh sakit....'/><author><name>Ee Leen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327537421287090352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca6eYHG_5Sw/SSVoZJjcp0I/AAAAAAAAACA/Y8LkVFAnLdI/S220/Holding+a+spoon+MSN.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca6eYHG_5Sw/SSVphLjQ3jI/AAAAAAAAACY/YU5ymP--TdE/s72-c/Jacelynn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400555219358168053.post-3053062741282331244</id><published>2008-11-19T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T08:46:25.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Newbie alert!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yes, that newbie is me. As you can see, this is my first blogpost :D Well okay here goes, I created this blog on 10.59 pm on the 19th of November 2008 out of pure boredom..many thanks to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Yan Leng&lt;/span&gt; for teaching me how to set it up ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics from Jen Wei's, Eric's and Elyana's birthday party last Saturday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ca6eYHG_5Sw/SSQrEESTl5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/F1qzHChLvPk/s1600-h/Party+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ca6eYHG_5Sw/SSQrEESTl5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/F1qzHChLvPk/s320/Party+039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270384812800317330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ca6eYHG_5Sw/SSQrEIdD3dI/AAAAAAAAAA0/GiEsXHLcCmM/s1600-h/Party+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ca6eYHG_5Sw/SSQrEIdD3dI/AAAAAAAAAA0/GiEsXHLcCmM/s320/Party+046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270384813919165906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Chip + Vodka and Aaron :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ca6eYHG_5Sw/SSQrDwLJkXI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Ym9ucZTtvew/s1600-h/Party+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ca6eYHG_5Sw/SSQrDwLJkXI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Ym9ucZTtvew/s320/Party+029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270384807401591154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pheebs + I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ca6eYHG_5Sw/SSQrDhvMQ_I/AAAAAAAAAAc/xI_6-6JZhsQ/s1600-h/Party+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ca6eYHG_5Sw/SSQrDhvMQ_I/AAAAAAAAAAc/xI_6-6JZhsQ/s320/Party+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270384803526231026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca6eYHG_5Sw/SSQrDmljFGI/AAAAAAAAAAU/EQYdzK37ZeE/s1600-h/Party+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca6eYHG_5Sw/SSQrDmljFGI/AAAAAAAAAAU/EQYdzK37ZeE/s320/Party+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270384804827960418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca6eYHG_5Sw/SSQqXqT3S7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ixfVWQphAKE/s1600-h/Party+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca6eYHG_5Sw/SSQqXqT3S7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ixfVWQphAKE/s320/Party+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270384049913285554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca6eYHG_5Sw/SSQsGshfr5I/AAAAAAAAAA8/aemy_fH2Puo/s1600-h/Party+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca6eYHG_5Sw/SSQsGshfr5I/AAAAAAAAAA8/aemy_fH2Puo/s320/Party+059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270385957472808850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mr. Ketua Pengawas with a bottle of vodka...who knew?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca6eYHG_5Sw/SSQsG5eiQVI/AAAAAAAAABE/k-dwZUbaPJk/s1600-h/Party+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca6eYHG_5Sw/SSQsG5eiQVI/AAAAAAAAABE/k-dwZUbaPJk/s320/Party+073.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270385960950055250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a little&lt;/span&gt; drunk (hence the tomato red face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SMBYNu48Ze4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SMBYNu48Ze4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a lame video I took of Wei Khai, he so cute lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ca6eYHG_5Sw/SSQsG1ATOUI/AAAAAAAAABM/1_5o32l6zGA/s1600-h/Party+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ca6eYHG_5Sw/SSQsG1ATOUI/AAAAAAAAABM/1_5o32l6zGA/s320/Party+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270385959749499202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's all, kthxbye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400555219358168053-3053062741282331244?l=eeleenchuah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeleenchuah.blogspot.com/feeds/3053062741282331244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=400555219358168053&amp;postID=3053062741282331244' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400555219358168053/posts/default/3053062741282331244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400555219358168053/posts/default/3053062741282331244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeleenchuah.blogspot.com/2008/11/newbie-alert.html' title='Newbie alert!'/><author><name>Ee Leen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327537421287090352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ca6eYHG_5Sw/SSVoZJjcp0I/AAAAAAAAACA/Y8LkVFAnLdI/S220/Holding+a+spoon+MSN.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ca6eYHG_5Sw/SSQrEESTl5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/F1qzHChLvPk/s72-c/Party+039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
