tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276801152009-03-02T14:52:00.676+08:00The Chapters of Anthea's Life.Anthea Denise Chuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07822979090982337962noreply@blogger.comBlogger130125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27680115.post-34137660091584699392008-09-01T11:07:00.005+08:002008-09-01T12:32:21.810+08:00Take this pain away from me, its unbearable.A tribute.<br />She's as vain as me, she loves to be dressed up in clothes, with her hair tied up in diff colours of ribbons everyday, in diff styles.<br />She's the main distraction,with that extremely adorable face of hers, the one to be blamed whenever i cant concentrate on my revisions, always running off to play with her.<br />She's the one whom i tease with all sorts of names, lil princess, our baby, the spoiled brat, chubby,to whatever names i can associate with chubby and cuteness. cause she's all that.<br />She's the one that won a beauty pageant contest and was featured in the Star Newspaper.<br />She's the apple of the eye, the main joy giver at home, never fails to cheer me up whenever im down, just by looking at her, the way she sleeps, with her tongue always sticking out, her groggy face, just by talking to her, telling her my secrets, just by having her jump up and greet me.<br />Like a baby, despite having her for 7 years already, each and everyday, she never fails to amuse us with something new.<br />She's the epitome of cute, how i see her in everything cute stuff i see, how it reminded me of her.<br />She's friggin smart, she does high fives and tens, she shakes hands,all that we've trained her ever since she was a puppy. She's even trained on her toilet habits.<br />She loves to hear me read aloud, she loves the sound of the piano and guitar .<br />Superbly Cute and pretty is an understatement for her.<br />She's the centre of attention whenever visitors come to my house.<br />Everybody loves her, even ppl whose afraid of dogs.<br />She's not a dog in our family. she's a family member, our youngest member in the family.<br /><br /><br />And all that is history now, the heart wrenching fact, the harsh reality which im not willing to accept, hoping that i'll wake up from this dream. so, pinch me.<br />The whole house is weighed down with her absence.<br />Heavy silence of unspoken grief.<br />I know i'll wake up in the morning, just like i did this morning,with tears rolling down uncontrollably, having to realize all over again, that she's never coming back anymore.<br />I wont see her greeting me in the morning, excitedly wagging her tail.<br />I wont see her accompanying me throughout my late nights loyally, when everyone else's asleep in the household.<br />I wont have her clinging to me whenever lightning and thunderstorms frightened her.<br />I wont have her following my heels to the door, or greeting me enthusiastically whenever i go in and out of the house.<br />I'll never have to wonder what colour of a ribbon she's wearing today while im in school.<br />I'll never feel that satisfying weight of hers in my arms.<br />I'll never have her soft fur to snuggle into again.<br />I'll never have anyone to baby talk to again.<br />And now, whenever i eat my food, to the last piece of whatever's left, it feels weird not having anyone to pester me for it, cause the greedy girl's not around anymore.<br />Everywhere i go in the hse, her presence lingers, as if she's still there, like every other day, with her toys and clothes lying around, smelling of her.<br />But the fact is, she's not, and she's never coming back again.<br />I'll never see her peeking from the car window, whenever mum fetches me from tuitions.<br />I never knew that would be my last time seeing her when mum and sis sent her to the clinic, as we thought she was juz normally ill.<br /><br />I've never lost someone so dear to me in my entire life before, so closely knitted and directly attached to.<br />She plays a huge role in every way in my life as well as my family's.<br />and now i finally know how ppl break down when they went to identify their loved ones' body.<br />God, it hurts like crap, right to the core, with the pain and sorrow squeezing the hell outta you.<br />My eyes and face feel sore from all the crying and tissues.Cant remember when's the last time i cried this hard.<br />Things only get worse when im in the middle of the crappy SPM trials. I cant seem to focus.No matter how hard to try to pull myself together, my thoughts will always stray and i'll find myself breaking down in hysterical sobs again. gosh.<br />I miss her terribly, i dont want anything else ,i only want her back again.<br />Tell me how am i gonna pull myself through this mess.<br />i pray that she's all safe and sound with God in heaven now, leading a way better life than she did before.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">In loving memory of Cookie, my dearest and most beloved. I love you to bits, more than anything else in the world. She's not just any dog, she's our pride, she's the best among all, she's our dog. I swear to myself, i'll never keep pets again, the pain is overwhelming.<br />31.08.2008<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SLtvWEs6rtI/AAAAAAAACe4/wQYWmL-zO2k/s1600-h/cookie.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SLtvWEs6rtI/AAAAAAAACe4/wQYWmL-zO2k/s320/cookie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240905016385646290" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SLtvV4VtqqI/AAAAAAAACeo/J8lhQq75wik/s1600-h/chub++-cny.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SLtvV4VtqqI/AAAAAAAACeo/J8lhQq75wik/s320/chub++-cny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240905013067098786" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SLtvV5BHvhI/AAAAAAAACew/7rMVDqP7WjU/s1600-h/chub-+cny+2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 78px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SLtvV5BHvhI/AAAAAAAACew/7rMVDqP7WjU/s320/chub-+cny+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240905013249162770" border="0" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27680115-3413766009158469939?l=thechaptersofantheaslife.blogspot.com'/></div>Anthea Denise Chuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07822979090982337962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27680115.post-65939541048029299182008-07-18T23:11:00.004+08:002008-07-18T23:46:36.353+08:00ForswornTo make it up for the many days i havent been updating my blog, and for the sake of entertaining elaine =), and also to lay my mind off some workload , momentarily, i'll just fulfill my tagged obligations. Here's for you lah elaine chin . blah.<br /><br /><br /><strong>1. At what age do you wish to married?</strong><br />ask my mates in class, they'll still josh about my initial "thought" of becoming a nun in the Vatican City, it aint impossible though ;) anyway, if i dont ,it'd prolly be around late 20's too. =).<br /><br /><strong>2. Study hard or play hard?</strong><br />honestly, it depends on the circumstances your in.<br /><br /><strong>3. Who is the person u trust the most?</strong><br />me, myself and i.<br /><br /><strong>4. Do you think you have enough confidence?</strong><br />never stop striving for more each and every day.<br /><br /><strong>5. If you have a dream come true, what would it be?</strong><br />my " beach dream". though not many know about it. p &amp; c =).<br /><br /><strong>6. Who is your favorite cartoon character?</strong><br />tweety bird! lol.<br /><br /><strong>7. What is your ideal friend?</strong><br />someone who accepts me for who i am, and who never fails to be there for me, whenever, wherever.<br /><br /><strong>8. What is your goal this year?</strong><br />To be happier than last year and of course to obtain good spm results.<br /><br /><strong>9. Do you believe in eternity love?</strong><br />haha. no comments.<br /><br /><strong>10. If you have all the time and money in the world, what would you do?</strong><br />OBVIOUSLY, i'll go berserk on a shopping spree and i wanna travel around the world to exotic places and have the most impressive collection of luxurious chocolates =P.<br /><br /><strong>11. When will you feel sad?</strong><br />when you make me.<br /><br /><strong>12. Balloons or Candy?</strong><br />neither.<br /><br /><strong>13. What feelings you hate the most?</strong><br />Destitude. boredom. sadness. disappointment.<br /><br /><strong>14. What is your childhood ambition?</strong><br />Initially, it was being a doctor, until i came to realize that i cant pretty much stand the sight of blood or any other gruesome sights, makes me go light headed with that squeezing feeling in my heart.<br /><br /><strong>15. Do you believe in love at first sight?</strong><br />i suppose.<br /><br /><strong>16. What do you want now?</strong><br />honestly, everything. demanding, as always =).<br /><br /><strong>17. Who do you hope to be always behind you, supporting you?</strong><br />my loved ones.<br /><br /><strong>18. People who are going to be hated by you?</strong><br />people who put words into my mouth and accused me of things i didnt do.<br /><br /><strong>19. Describe the person who tagged you in five words.</strong><br />Noisy. Amplifier. Loud =P, nevertheless, an endearing and kind soul.<br /><br /><strong>20. Do you deserve to be loved?</strong><br />you bet i do.<br /><br /><strong>21. Do you wish to have more than 24 hours per day?</strong><br />i couldnt have wished for less. honestly, seeing how hectic it is for me nowadays. that should be ontop of my wishlist for the time being. in fact, i always have this secret wish that i can freeze time =P.<br /><br /><br /><em>Race. I've never ran one as tired as this, so out of breath, i think im on the verge of giving up. Are you gonna stop running? or maybe you already did.</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27680115-6593954104802929918?l=thechaptersofantheaslife.blogspot.com'/></div>Anthea Denise Chuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07822979090982337962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27680115.post-33468706087094578342008-07-06T14:26:00.002+08:002008-07-06T14:57:08.972+08:00Brood.<div align="right">Time</div><div align="right">Cruelly Irreversible.</div><div align="right">It makes me so mad</div><div align="right">Knowing i can never grab hold of it</div><div align="right">Turn it around whichever way i wish to</div><div align="right">Always speeding ahead</div><div align="right">Oblivious of my yearns for it to stay</div><div align="right">So mad</div><div align="right">Cause i cant seem to be in control of it</div><div align="right">If only....</div><br />So why dwell on the "what-could-have-been", when there really aint nothing much we can do about it now. &amp; That's just my weakness, constantly running back into the past, an act which serves no purpose , but only as an impediment for me to focus on the now and the tomorrow.<br /><br />.... because sleeping makes time seep faster, without u even realizing, and thats the best thing u should do, when you're tired of waiting .<br /><div align="right"> </div><div align="right">Sunset. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27680115-3346870608709457834?l=thechaptersofantheaslife.blogspot.com'/></div>Anthea Denise Chuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07822979090982337962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27680115.post-37476974388378104382008-07-05T21:56:00.004+08:002008-07-05T23:59:32.532+08:00Whats your problem? Your my problem.<div align="center">Jogathon.Its yet another silver medal for me, just like my 1500 m event, cause Li Wen's always hogging that gold =). 10 seconds was all that mattered. Her time clocked 16:10, my time clocked 16:20. my determination level was dying low. tsk tsk. i think the choc binging over the past month had a great deal to do with it too. excuses =P.Good job girl, once again we helped our house clutched first and second placing. Hopefully Hebat wins overall champion for the jogathon. Congrats to all you top 20 finalists too, great run peeps. &amp; of course my two jogging buddies, eugene and adrian, clinched gold and silver respectively.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Daddy's back for the weekend. Bought for chocs for me from the airport. Hersheys, Cadbury's, Reese and Lindts. yup yup. time to satisfy that sweet tooth.So after church service today, i wanted to have Jap for dinner. Unfortunately, Sushi Zanmai had a friggin long queue awaiting, so we settled for Sakae instead. Though, i still preferred Zanmai.=). Went shopping with dad and mum after dinner. Gap was having sales, a spendthrift i was and still am, got myself a pair of jeans. There, i saw a familiar face, it was nice seeing him again. Victor. Just came back from Ns from Sabah apparently. With a crew cut hairstyle and looking a lil buffer now, currently working in Gap. </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">I bumped into Candy Sow too , then saw Pak Sen working in SonyEricsson. Seems like everyone's got a job in Ou. Anyway, i forgotten to get my mint choc chip Gelato ice cream before i left. =/ and the Theobromas Choc Lounge still aint open yet.. urgghh. bummer.oh oh! i saw a realllly looooveeely baby blue volkswagen beetle juz now. tsk tsk. love at first sight. i use to tell pig that my dream car wud be a yellow vw beetle, but now i change my mind. i want just that kinda blue. *drools*.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Lucky find. I thought thats the end of it when Jloh told me he cudnt find this pic of mine. Then i stumbled upon it in J Chan's pendrive the other day. This is in fact one of my fav pic.</div><div align="center">In my green saree receiving the medal. privilege sial. solid proof of me rushing from 800m to perbarisan to price giving , without a second to kill, and then change for my 1500m run. </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219542510764606434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SG-KQlwsw-I/AAAAAAAABwQ/IrfmWwNvYfE/s320/Hebat+1.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219542515011706226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SG-KQ1lSXXI/AAAAAAAABwY/sIto4QDig48/s320/Hebat+20.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219542521828078194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 343px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="173" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SG-KRO-b8nI/AAAAAAAABwg/yckQEFy25Aw/s320/Hebat+19.JPG" width="360" border="0" /> <p align="center">Im starting to like the colour green<br />though i like Hebat since long time ago. cheh. </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27680115-3747697438837810438?l=thechaptersofantheaslife.blogspot.com'/></div>Anthea Denise Chuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07822979090982337962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27680115.post-55420953954653325782008-07-02T19:51:00.010+08:002008-07-02T23:28:27.907+08:00Bittersweet, the time of our lives.<div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">01.07.2008</span> </strong><br /></div><div align="center">marks my retirement as a <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">prefect</span> </strong>and an <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">assistant head prefect</span></strong> of SMKDJ, after <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">4 and a 1/2</span></strong> years . All the way from form one,one of the oldest existing prefect in the board, to the extend i created a "trademark" for myself, where some ppl from other schools call me <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">"Anthea the prefect".</span></strong> lols. It was relieving yet pretty rueful to leave the job, after all it covered pretty much the entire of my high school life. Having done something so routined for half a decade, it felt as if something was missing, having nothing to do, no responsibilities to bear, free to spend the morning and recess with your friends, no more speed walking to hurry around the blocks, no more entering the classes late, not having the liberty to go out of class anytime u want, basically just a powerless simple student =). On a brighter note, i'd say, hell yeah i deserve a good break , for starters , waking up late and going to school late =). <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Happy retirement y'all bunch of "senior citizens " of the board.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218393921733400306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SGt1n6L6FvI/AAAAAAAABvY/mYrVxLT0y68/s320/Retired+1.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"></span></strong>My TLS purse, prefect's room key, Rondaan Pass, Namebook,<br />Blazer, Best prefect pin, Name Tag and a framed up souvenir from my juniors.</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218393924238928994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SGt1oDhRbGI/AAAAAAAABvg/AOI_c9Y41N4/s320/Retired+2.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center">No longer in use.<br /><br /><br />A day before we stepped down, 5 of us, <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Ming ping, Jason, Nic, Jloh and I</span></strong> attended <span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>SMKDU's prefect's installation and handover ceremony</strong></span>, courtesy of <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Ming Ping's</span></strong> <em>'skillful maneuver on his new Saga</em>". U can say we made a grand entrance by being "fashionably" late, arrived in the midst of their assembly. tsk tsk. Anyway, the highlight of the day was basically the school. For <span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Nic and i</strong>,</span> it was love at first sight , after we went goo goo gaa gaa over the impressive landscapes, almost impeccably clean compound, lovely murals, huge compound, a gated asrama behind and everything. A good place to play hide and seek. haha, sorry , jakunness exposed. =P But seriously, our school looks really pathetic in comparison =).<br /></p><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SGtxTpbFUYI/AAAAAAAABu4/W7q4s0EWC1c/s1600-h/du+5"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218389175589753218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SGtxTpbFUYI/AAAAAAAABu4/W7q4s0EWC1c/s320/du+5" border="0" /></a><br /></p><br /><div align="center">Rollie Pollie and i.</div><div align="center">*hands up*, its obviously her idea for the retarded syiok sendiri pose =).</div><p align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SGtxTlNcKxI/AAAAAAAABuw/iXwWaHCMbJ0/s1600-h/du+4"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218389174458788626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SGtxTlNcKxI/AAAAAAAABuw/iXwWaHCMbJ0/s320/du+4" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center">Bonding- SMKDJDU PREFECTS.</p><p align="center">i should say the du prefects are certainly very welcoming and sociable people.<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SGtxTf47VpI/AAAAAAAABuo/4ghbPAAVnPY/s1600-h/du+3"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218389173030573714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SGtxTf47VpI/AAAAAAAABuo/4ghbPAAVnPY/s320/du+3" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center">The Scouts Alley.</p><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SGtxTNDTRrI/AAAAAAAABug/B69Vq3X-U0M/s1600-h/du+2"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218389167973811890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SGtxTNDTRrI/AAAAAAAABug/B69Vq3X-U0M/s320/du+2" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></p><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SGtxTL0UGkI/AAAAAAAABuY/os6L2_y5x0k/s1600-h/du+1"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218389167642516034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SGtxTL0UGkI/AAAAAAAABuY/os6L2_y5x0k/s320/du+1" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center">hmm, a second look at it, makes me think of one the word SIBLINGS. </p><p align="center">no?=)<br /><br />Us invaders liberated ourselves to roam around the school, before being shown around by a kind prefect, easily the tallest guy in SMKDU i suppose. Manage to class- hop around and met up with truckloads of ex primary mates in du currently, like <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Hui Hun, Xinni, Jia Hui, Chien Yen, Shin Yin,</span></strong> <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Wes, Mark, Sun Siew, Eeven,Charmaine</span></strong> and many more. Bumped into my church mates too, <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Jaritha, Jacqueline, Christine, Thaddeus</span></strong>... Potato had her old school reunion too, while Jloh has his fellow interactors/scouts reunion =).<br /></p><p align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SGtxfYFdktI/AAAAAAAABvQ/hx-t1w_dF1I/s1600-h/du++7"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218389377094095570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SGtxfYFdktI/AAAAAAAABvQ/hx-t1w_dF1I/s320/du++7" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center">Told u the landscape was nice.<br /></p><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SGtxfGYnI4I/AAAAAAAABvA/yrrmBP0pwdE/s1600-h/du+6"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218389372342576002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SGtxfGYnI4I/AAAAAAAABvA/yrrmBP0pwdE/s320/du+6" border="0" /></a><br /></p><br /><div align="center">Us and our bodyguard of the day.</div><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SGtxfeB8onI/AAAAAAAABvI/0rSKuMvTabI/s1600-h/du+8"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218389378689966706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SGtxfeB8onI/AAAAAAAABvI/0rSKuMvTabI/s320/du+8" border="0" /></a><br /></p><br /><div align="center">Overall, it was fun.</div><div align="center">So long Du, thanks for being a great host.<br /></div><p align="center">Irrelevantly, went for my last hebat hse practice yesterday, lead my hse members for a quick run around the marathon route for this <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Sat's Jogathon</span></strong>.On our second round, an Unggul hse member joined us, no other than<strong> <span style="font-size:130%;">Eugene Lai</span></strong> here.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218401042097067682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SGt8GXm5VqI/AAAAAAAABwI/ARbhAgH81QE/s320/01.07+(2).JPG" border="0" /></p><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218397123376190146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SGt4iRPCEsI/AAAAAAAABvw/Fcd67O56MHc/s320/01.07.JPG" border="0" />wanna know something? i think yesterday was the first time i ever lay my taste buds on <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Slurpee.</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center">Another jakunness exposed. =P. </div><br /><div align="center">nyways, i loved it!<br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218397121408526098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SGt4iJ555xI/AAAAAAAABvo/Q7VtA8AxmoQ/s320/Sports+Day+-+all+colours.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><p align="center">I just happen to stumble upon this pic, and realized i havent posted this overdue sports day shot.I oughta say i look downright retarded in this picture,BUT, for the benefit of the rest of u in the picture, all genuinely smiling away, this upload if for y'all. so steal or copy it whichever u want. =) </p>* Further updates as soon as i get hold of the pictures in everyone else's came. ta' raa!<br /><br /><div align="center"><strong>- All good things come to an end -</strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27680115-5542095395465332578?l=thechaptersofantheaslife.blogspot.com'/></div>Anthea Denise Chuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07822979090982337962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27680115.post-25602262906461235472008-06-28T23:19:00.009+08:002008-06-29T01:07:49.800+08:00The Blues<p align="center"> </p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">House Captains and Co Captains of year 2008</span><br /></div><div> <p align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SGZZ2B7nIfI/AAAAAAAABq0/epmNGfHORZ4/s1600-h/DSC04931.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216956003121570290" style="" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SGZZ2B7nIfI/AAAAAAAABq0/epmNGfHORZ4/s320/DSC04931.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Prefect's Camp - Kuala Kubu Baru</span><br />It was fun, though it cud have been better =). A pretty nice area though, huge compound,alot of land wastage i would say, though it makes u feel like running around all the time. Its an <span style="font-weight: bold;">active NS</span> t<span style="font-weight: bold;">raining campsite</span> btw, so it pretty much gives u a rough idea hows the living life for NS gonna be like. I gotta tell you, just the sight of those cutleries you'll be using makes u lose wtv appetite you've got . I wont even go further to the bedspreads and closets you'll be using, leave that up to your imagination =).<br /><br />* note : picture's are not in chronological order, to lazy to organize em'.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SGZptVFwgeI/AAAAAAAABtc/4mz2ICQxKw4/s1600-h/camp+18.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SGZptVFwgeI/AAAAAAAABtc/4mz2ICQxKw4/s320/camp+18.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216973445831623138" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SGZpvGxu7FI/AAAAAAAABtk/zOWRe58lDTw/s1600-h/camp+19.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SGZpvGxu7FI/AAAAAAAABtk/zOWRe58lDTw/s320/camp+19.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216973476349275218" border="0" /></a><br />Nic i , entertaining ourselves while waiting for dinner to be served.<br /><p align="center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SGZpKKDbwUI/AAAAAAAABs8/pIrQp944KnQ/s1600-h/camp+15.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SGZpKKDbwUI/AAAAAAAABs8/pIrQp944KnQ/s320/camp+15.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216972841573663042" border="0" /></a></p> </div></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <div style="text-align: center;"> </div> </div> <div align="center"><div style="text-align: center;"> in the sunset dusk<br /><div style="text-align: center;"> <div style="text-align: center;"> <p align="center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SGZpvj-40UI/AAAAAAAABts/KjMGyO33bJo/s1600-h/camp+20.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SGZpvj-40UI/AAAAAAAABts/KjMGyO33bJo/s320/camp+20.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216973484189077826" border="0" /></a></p> </div> </div> <span style="font-weight: bold;">Anthea, Nic and Jo-yi</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SGZpv0T4aAI/AAAAAAAABt0/CeGgiViPsr4/s1600-h/camp+21.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SGZpv0T4aAI/AAAAAAAABt0/CeGgiViPsr4/s320/camp+21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216973488572098562" border="0" /></a><br /> <br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SGZpJwTllZI/AAAAAAAABs0/CHYIbt69J8c/s1600-h/camp+14.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SGZpJwTllZI/AAAAAAAABs0/CHYIbt69J8c/s320/camp+14.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216972834662094226" border="0" /></a><br />spell it with me, A-N-T-H-E-A.<br /><br /><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SGZpKcYGcPI/AAAAAAAABtE/gJ8mmhPxkTk/s1600-h/camp+16.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SGZpKcYGcPI/AAAAAAAABtE/gJ8mmhPxkTk/s320/camp+16.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216972846492184818" border="0" /></a></p> Nic aka <span style="font-weight: bold;">roly poly </span>aka <span style="font-weight: bold;">potato</span> =)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SGZpKTeMslI/AAAAAAAABtM/kbUWQcJHgTc/s1600-h/camp+17.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SGZpKTeMslI/AAAAAAAABtM/kbUWQcJHgTc/s320/camp+17.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216972844101841490" border="0" /></a><br /><br />woot, <span style="font-weight: bold;">potato's</span> pretty strong after all<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SGZjlRnGpGI/AAAAAAAABsU/VbpqaMrB-CM/s1600-h/DSC05128.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216966710389023842" style="" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SGZjlRnGpGI/AAAAAAAABsU/VbpqaMrB-CM/s320/DSC05128.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br />Rendezvous</div></div><div style="text-align: center;">A night of mafia game, bonding, chipsmore , marshmallows<br /></div><div align="center"><div style="text-align: center;">&amp; " char siew bao "(inside joke)<br /></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SGZpKuZ6M1I/AAAAAAAABtU/zII0BFwER1U/s1600-h/camp+18.JPG"><br /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SGZjmi3Lu4I/AAAAAAAABsc/CyvioOsnJjM/s1600-h/DSC08382.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216966732199738242" style="" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SGZjmi3Lu4I/AAAAAAAABsc/CyvioOsnJjM/s320/DSC08382.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Day 2-Jungle Trekking<br /></div><p align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SGZjk_wcDWI/AAAAAAAABsM/UEc8zgjgxyI/s1600-h/DSC05096.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216966705596337506" style="" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SGZjk_wcDWI/AAAAAAAABsM/UEc8zgjgxyI/s320/DSC05096.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Day 1- <span style="font-weight: bold;">Hsien, Loh, Me and Wern Lin</span><br /></p><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SGZdH4SB3II/AAAAAAAABr8/UpNO7UrMcx4/s1600-h/DSC05093.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216959608303770754" style="" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SGZdH4SB3II/AAAAAAAABr8/UpNO7UrMcx4/s320/DSC05093.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Jloh</span> and i<br />on top of my fav obstacle course.</div><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SGZjj21SMQI/AAAAAAAABsE/xu76AH2xkS0/s1600-h/DSC05095.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216966686020874498" style="" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SGZjj21SMQI/AAAAAAAABsE/xu76AH2xkS0/s320/DSC05095.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><br /><div align="center">Beloved chem pals<br /></div><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SGZdFzeMbJI/AAAAAAAABrc/7wkoBSuAF48/s1600-h/DSC05088.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216959572652878994" style="" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SGZdFzeMbJI/AAAAAAAABrc/7wkoBSuAF48/s320/DSC05088.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><br /><div align="center">Taking a break in the midst of the course<br /></div><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SGZdHhGniwI/AAAAAAAABr0/8aIG1wUv98Y/s1600-h/DSC05091.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216959602081893122" style="" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SGZdHhGniwI/AAAAAAAABr0/8aIG1wUv98Y/s320/DSC05091.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-weight: bold;">nic </span>and i</div><div align="center">identities so commonly mixed and switched.=/<br />esp throughout camp, ppl kept confusing themselves over both of us.</div><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SGZZ3X53-OI/AAAAAAAABrE/OLeWxdXXaek/s1600-h/DSC05084.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216956026199734498" style="" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SGZZ3X53-OI/AAAAAAAABrE/OLeWxdXXaek/s320/DSC05084.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></p><div align="center">Commando crawl<br /></div><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SGZZ34i7gII/AAAAAAAABrM/inXGxBu9F2Q/s1600-h/DSC05050.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216956034961866882" style="" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SGZZ34i7gII/AAAAAAAABrM/inXGxBu9F2Q/s320/DSC05050.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></p><br /><div align="center">Day 1-<span style="font-weight: bold;">J loh'</span>s <span style="font-weight: bold;">Trust Fall</span><br /></div><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SGZZ4LXitvI/AAAAAAAABrU/Yf8jFKZ3kdw/s1600-h/DSC05085.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216956040014378738" style="" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SGZZ4LXitvI/AAAAAAAABrU/Yf8jFKZ3kdw/s320/DSC05085.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></p><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SGZXKMkAVXI/AAAAAAAABqM/jOcSJmX5jhI/s1600-h/pref.+camp+2"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216953051037848946" style="" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SGZXKMkAVXI/AAAAAAAABqM/jOcSJmX5jhI/s320/pref.+camp+2" border="0" /></a><br /></p><br /><div align="center">The super long corridors that freaks you out<br />when u walk back to your dorm alone at night<br /></div><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SGZXKXuw4LI/AAAAAAAABqc/AWZjX7VXLpo/s1600-h/pref.+camp+3"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216953054035763378" style="" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SGZXKXuw4LI/AAAAAAAABqc/AWZjX7VXLpo/s320/pref.+camp+3" border="0" /></a><br />The gathered strengths of <span style="font-weight: bold;">KP &amp; PKP </span>owning in chor dai di =)<br /></p><p align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SGZXKbIWgTI/AAAAAAAABqk/5cSNl-TNDew/s1600-h/pref.+camp+4"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216953054948393266" style="" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SGZXKbIWgTI/AAAAAAAABqk/5cSNl-TNDew/s320/pref.+camp+4" border="0" /></a><br /></p><br /><div align="center">Day 2- Flying Fox<br /></div><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SGZXKpF-onI/AAAAAAAABqs/Kpg9qTSqmfM/s1600-h/pref.+camp+5"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216953058696536690" style="" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SGZXKpF-onI/AAAAAAAABqs/Kpg9qTSqmfM/s320/pref.+camp+5" border="0" /></a><br /></p><div align="center"><br /></div>Day 3- <span style="font-weight: bold;">Rafting</span>, too bad we dont have pictures of it.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Camp aftermath? all day long hibernation back home after tuckin in at 4.30 and wakin up at 6 for two days in a row. I counted a total of 20 + bruises all the way from my thighs to my legs, without a tiniest clue how i got it. sunburnt, and a vivid memory of camp to last me for a week's good night sleep. you guys were great company =).<br /></div><br /><div>Pictures , courtesy of Calvin ,Jloh &amp; J chan. =)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27680115-2560226290646123547?l=thechaptersofantheaslife.blogspot.com'/></div>Anthea Denise Chuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07822979090982337962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27680115.post-59205612722459887702008-06-20T02:13:00.003+08:002008-06-22T22:11:08.003+08:00bally-o-bongo.<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Bora Asmara</span><br /><br />A sentimental balinese outdoor dining nestled within <span style="font-weight: bold;">Kpg Penchala</span>.<br /><br />Belated birthday dinner with The Friends.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Ian, kikie, 3na, pig, kc, ws, gene, drian and i.</span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SF5YSYeKVJI/AAAAAAAABpc/LKtucZ87ma4/s1600-h/Bora+27.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SF5YSYeKVJI/AAAAAAAABpc/LKtucZ87ma4/s320/Bora+27.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214702491371459730" border="0" /></a><br />candid<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SF5YSuH5byI/AAAAAAAABpk/ybFy1uQEQMc/s1600-h/Bora+28.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SF5YSuH5byI/AAAAAAAABpk/ybFy1uQEQMc/s320/Bora+28.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214702497183657762" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SF5aBf3QxdI/AAAAAAAABqE/RbJprD2B9Fg/s1600-h/Bora+32.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SF5aBf3QxdI/AAAAAAAABqE/RbJprD2B9Fg/s320/Bora+32.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214704400321267154" border="0" /></a><br />my pigging partner<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SF5YSjHghsI/AAAAAAAABps/bzTXIWgtFPY/s1600-h/Bora+29.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SF5YSjHghsI/AAAAAAAABps/bzTXIWgtFPY/s320/Bora+29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214702494229235394" border="0" /></a><br />the cosy Bisek<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SF5YS2_jOnI/AAAAAAAABp0/rg_TjHXnKG8/s1600-h/Bora+30.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SF5YS2_jOnI/AAAAAAAABp0/rg_TjHXnKG8/s320/Bora+30.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214702499564567154" border="0" /></a><br />peekaboo<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SF5WUI1PybI/AAAAAAAABo0/D8-MXBUyBtI/s1600-h/Bora+22.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SF5WUI1PybI/AAAAAAAABo0/D8-MXBUyBtI/s320/Bora+22.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214700322509801906" border="0" /></a><br />3/4 of the quartet<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SF5WUh-xpVI/AAAAAAAABo8/dirCWB6Cd-Y/s1600-h/Bora+26.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SF5WUh-xpVI/AAAAAAAABo8/dirCWB6Cd-Y/s320/Bora+26.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214700329260655954" border="0" /></a><br /><br />the entrance<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SF5VJjMdZ-I/AAAAAAAABoU/KQJ92inOab0/s1600-h/Bora+12.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SF5VJjMdZ-I/AAAAAAAABoU/KQJ92inOab0/s320/Bora+12.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214699041096296418" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SF5WVxuLooI/AAAAAAAABpM/6M0tS8gEgz4/s1600-h/Bora+24.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SF5WVxuLooI/AAAAAAAABpM/6M0tS8gEgz4/s320/Bora+24.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214700350665892482" border="0" /></a><br />kikie, blending in with the balinese ambient.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SF5WWCty9HI/AAAAAAAABpU/IBOopv9uYIQ/s1600-h/Bora+25.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SF5WWCty9HI/AAAAAAAABpU/IBOopv9uYIQ/s320/Bora+25.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214700355227677810" border="0" /></a><br />the indian model =P<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SF5VJzp74RI/AAAAAAAABoc/L0_wzx_0VrI/s1600-h/Bora+13.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SF5VJzp74RI/AAAAAAAABoc/L0_wzx_0VrI/s320/Bora+13.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214699045514895634" border="0" /></a><br />Iannie<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SF5VJ703tUI/AAAAAAAABok/z4U7UMTpp_o/s1600-h/Bora+14.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SF5VJ703tUI/AAAAAAAABok/z4U7UMTpp_o/s320/Bora+14.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214699047708243266" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The only distracting and disturbing thing of the night.<br />the cat, my phobia.<br />ironically, on my birthday.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SF5UCFxdWWI/AAAAAAAABns/t2Osl85dT_Y/s1600-h/Bora+6.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SF5UCFxdWWI/AAAAAAAABns/t2Osl85dT_Y/s320/Bora+6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214697813427706210" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Gene, Sheng, Loong.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SF5UCOf8R8I/AAAAAAAABn0/h2AhByCT7_M/s1600-h/Bora+7.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SF5UCOf8R8I/AAAAAAAABn0/h2AhByCT7_M/s320/Bora+7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214697815770154946" border="0" /></a><br />cap and co cap.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SF5UCsonhwI/AAAAAAAABn8/lR6oYv2bkSk/s1600-h/Bora+8.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SF5UCsonhwI/AAAAAAAABn8/lR6oYv2bkSk/s320/Bora+8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214697823859607298" border="0" /></a><br />adrian michael joseph sanker.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SF5UCxccOLI/AAAAAAAABoE/6jEIg-0Zwvw/s1600-h/Bora+9.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SF5UCxccOLI/AAAAAAAABoE/6jEIg-0Zwvw/s320/Bora+9.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214697825150711986" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SF5SQ0Wq6wI/AAAAAAAABnU/UxNCikVe5fI/s1600-h/Bora+17.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SF5SQ0Wq6wI/AAAAAAAABnU/UxNCikVe5fI/s320/Bora+17.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214695867426728706" border="0" /></a><br />lai yong wen.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SF5SQ-uFTKI/AAAAAAAABnc/mv0m7t8Zs6M/s1600-h/Bora+19.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SF5SQ-uFTKI/AAAAAAAABnc/mv0m7t8Zs6M/s320/Bora+19.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214695870209281186" border="0" /></a><br /><br />us again<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SF5SRMPD7ZI/AAAAAAAABnk/X7VPyNkAF8U/s1600-h/Bora+21.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SF5SRMPD7ZI/AAAAAAAABnk/X7VPyNkAF8U/s320/Bora+21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214695873837264274" border="0" /></a><br />adrian just ruined the picture.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SFqk5K4DXLI/AAAAAAAABl4/2wR6Mf2Xa7E/s1600-h/Bora1.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SFqk5K4DXLI/AAAAAAAABl4/2wR6Mf2Xa7E/s320/Bora1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213660820713725106" border="0" /></a><br /><br />3naaaa<br />i've saved the brownies for you=)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SFqk5znn_II/AAAAAAAABmA/mPfQ7u68Les/s1600-h/Bora+2.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SFqk5znn_II/AAAAAAAABmA/mPfQ7u68Les/s320/Bora+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213660831650675842" border="0" /></a><br />senoritas<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SFqk6_VwkOI/AAAAAAAABmI/CMA67GLspYM/s1600-h/Bora+3.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SFqk6_VwkOI/AAAAAAAABmI/CMA67GLspYM/s320/Bora+3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213660851976835298" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SFqk7t5R20I/AAAAAAAABmQ/YQTvL2_kOOk/s1600-h/Bora+4.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SFqk7t5R20I/AAAAAAAABmQ/YQTvL2_kOOk/s320/Bora+4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213660864473848642" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SFqk8DwU4FI/AAAAAAAABmY/UtYQ3qbaCa8/s1600-h/Bora+5.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SFqk8DwU4FI/AAAAAAAABmY/UtYQ3qbaCa8/s320/Bora+5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213660870341877842" border="0" /></a><br />the best bud.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Yew Hann</span> and<span style="font-weight: bold;"> Chi Ming </span>dropped by after dinner, ferried half the lot to my Condo, the remaining half wasn ferried by dad. The boys laid out the cards and vodka while i brought down my birthday brownies, only to be surprised with another huge cake brought by <span style="font-weight: bold;">Ana </span>when she came to join us after dinner. Thanks girl, <span style="font-weight: bold;">Eugene </span>and <span style="font-weight: bold;">Candice</span> too for the lovely surprise =). Since everyone had to go to school, so we ended at about 11 plus , though i stayed up a long while more to finish up my packing for my prefects camp the next morning .<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">A heartfelt thank you all for every single thing =).</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27680115-5920561272245988770?l=thechaptersofantheaslife.blogspot.com'/></div>Anthea Denise Chuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07822979090982337962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27680115.post-31446995913035099882008-06-19T12:25:00.007+08:002008-06-19T14:58:16.784+08:00Anniversary of my existence in this world =)<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">Sexay Seventeenth Birthday.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SFn3rCO0lfI/AAAAAAAABlQ/QyEE8An_Wvg/s1600-h/17+bday+10.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SFn3rCO0lfI/AAAAAAAABlQ/QyEE8An_Wvg/s320/17+bday+10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213470362363532786" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Firstly, i thank God for the fact that I'm still happy, safe and alive to be able to reach my<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" >17th</span> year . Amen.<br />for some, its quite hard to maintain that streak, unfortunately =/.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">Thank you all you darlings </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">o</span>ut there with ur calls, texts, blog, face-to-face and through friendster's birthday wishes.especially those of you who were struggling to stay up to wish me right on the dot or even those who intended to, but fell asleep in the midst of it.<br />seroiusly. Also, those ol mates of mine, who never failed to wish me year in year out. To <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;">Bernice</span>, despite being far away in <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;">Melbourne</span>, u never missed my birthday. miss u to bits and pieces =).<br />Thank you to my junior prefects, <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">wai meng </span>and <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">syamir</span> too for the early bday gift. appreciate it.<br /> Y'all really know how to make a birthday girl's day.=)<br /><br />At the stroke of 12.oo on Wed, got a call and was asked to go down to the poolside.<br />Man, i had a surprise. <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">Chi Ming</span> passed me a cake, a card and a present, on behalf of all the "steady bros". thank youuu. Then, i was even more surprised to see he wasnt alone there,<br />familiar faces of <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">Pak Sen, Marc Wong, Eric and Fei Lou</span>. Thanks ppl for ur wishes.<br /><br />Slept at about 3, after replying all the messages and calls, and save the last talk with my buddy, <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">ian</span> of course. dragged the lazy bum to school. I suggest ppl should start declaring <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">bdays as a</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">holiday</span> for the respective individuals =).Thank you ppl for all your thoughful presents .Went lunch with <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">ma </span>and <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">che</span> at <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">O brien's</span> and did a lil birthday shopping. Then headed to accounts tuition later in the afternoon ( which apparently is another thing which i should be deservingly spared on this special day ). pfft.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SFn5M19cH-I/AAAAAAAABlo/SkAyu0_K9tU/s1600-h/17+bday+13.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SFn5M19cH-I/AAAAAAAABlo/SkAyu0_K9tU/s320/17+bday+13.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213472042696581090" border="0" /></a><br />a birthday, a belated father's day and a farewell.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SFn5NK5R3ZI/AAAAAAAABlw/ezwVV3h7fOw/s1600-h/17+bday+20.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SFn5NK5R3ZI/AAAAAAAABlw/ezwVV3h7fOw/s320/17+bday+20.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213472048316276114" border="0" /></a><br />Purple fever<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SFn3qynj5bI/AAAAAAAABlI/2-harY6SBPQ/s1600-h/17+bday+9.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SFn3qynj5bI/AAAAAAAABlI/2-harY6SBPQ/s320/17+bday+9.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213470358172329394" border="0" /></a><br /> Birthdays are also a day to remember mums<br />They endured labour pain just for us .<br />luv u ma.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SFn3qtT2HpI/AAAAAAAABlA/_Irfgm4Ek70/s1600-h/17+bday+8.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SFn3qtT2HpI/AAAAAAAABlA/_Irfgm4Ek70/s320/17+bday+8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213470356747460242" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SFn3qPrk9NI/AAAAAAAABkw/qJ2iVCtLjpo/s1600-h/17+bday+6.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SFn3qPrk9NI/AAAAAAAABkw/qJ2iVCtLjpo/s320/17+bday+6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213470348793935058" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SFn3qe2g59I/AAAAAAAABk4/UyKQxMJiCQ0/s1600-h/17+bday+7.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SFn3qe2g59I/AAAAAAAABk4/UyKQxMJiCQ0/s320/17+bday+7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213470352866338770" border="0" /></a><br />Dad and mum.<br /><br />Daddy took a leave, and flew back today from out station esp to celebrate my birthday and of course sis' "farewell" too. tsk tsk, typical daddy's girls.<br />Had dinner at <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Vincenzo, OneBangsar,</span><br />since noone really felt like going Castell at the end of the day.<br />Great italian food served in a sentimental ambient.<br />Presention of food is highly noted<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SFn2spI5mRI/AAAAAAAABkg/aJTOFpt88tg/s1600-h/17+bday+4.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SFn2spI5mRI/AAAAAAAABkg/aJTOFpt88tg/s320/17+bday+4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213469290475919634" border="0" /></a><br />thinking what to wish<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SFn2tLENwOI/AAAAAAAABko/mLL4v41U9dI/s1600-h/17+bday+5.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SFn2tLENwOI/AAAAAAAABko/mLL4v41U9dI/s320/17+bday+5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213469299583074530" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SFn2sTAIMGI/AAAAAAAABkY/px0TYM_AufM/s1600-h/17+bday+3.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SFn2sTAIMGI/AAAAAAAABkY/px0TYM_AufM/s320/17+bday+3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213469284533547106" border="0" /></a><br /><br />bye che, enjoy ur trip in <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Perth</span>.<br />Don worry, i'lll hog your room and your com while ur away.<br />and your car too, soon.<br />i'll be waiting for you to bring truckloads of stuff back for me.<br />next month.<br /><br /><br />Then headed home to blow the cake( brownies) i got yesterday, and made my 3 wishes =)<br /> My young <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">Godma,</span> dropped by my place to pass me my birthday gift.<br />it was the loveliest gift ever.<br />Thanks <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">Kristie.</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SFn2sFD0wEI/AAAAAAAABkQ/av7nVx1cXcc/s1600-h/17+bday+2.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SFn2sFD0wEI/AAAAAAAABkQ/av7nVx1cXcc/s320/17+bday+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213469280790954050" border="0" /></a><br /><br />To make it up to me, since he said to drop by last night to wish me,only to fall asleep eventually,<br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">Erwin</span> picked me up to have dessert at <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Boathouse</span>,<br />just one hour before my day ended.<br />Thank youuu for the treat and the ride, ol friend =).<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">All in all, i guess i've lived my day to the fullest.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">love all u sweethearts out there for being guilty of one thing,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">to make me swoon in bliss and for making my jaws ached with smiles.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SFn2r0V_B4I/AAAAAAAABkI/goEX8bI3CGI/s1600-h/17+bday.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SFn2r0V_B4I/AAAAAAAABkI/goEX8bI3CGI/s320/17+bday.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213469276303722370" border="0" /></a><br />You left me hanging by a thread.<br /><div style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><br /><br /></div>Make me happy, if not happier.<br /></div><br /></div><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27680115-3144699591303509988?l=thechaptersofantheaslife.blogspot.com'/></div>Anthea Denise Chuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07822979090982337962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27680115.post-85371806959792873732008-06-16T20:54:00.003+08:002008-06-16T21:40:57.423+08:00A picture, flipped over.The long awaited day finally came. So long it took that people almost seemed to forget the anxiety that bubbled up while being kept in suspense, with so many speculations and rumours going about.<br />To the extend that, we ALMOST forgotten, it mattered, in any way.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">So, it was officially announced today that Unggul was the champion for this year's Sports Day, while Hebat came in second, followed by Kesatria. All's been said and done, i guess we're all pretty muh contented with the result. Anyways, kudos to Eugene for clinching both b est athlete in our category and Sportsman of the year 2008 =). You bet u deserve it. I guess thats that. i should say all that training and sweat reli paid off, for a good ending =).<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SFZp2prW9WI/AAAAAAAABj4/Eshc3QN1Y9g/s1600-h/kiara+-+2.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SFZp2prW9WI/AAAAAAAABj4/Eshc3QN1Y9g/s320/kiara+-+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212470006349493602" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Pn yap's.<br />credits goes to Anabel for taking this candid shot.<br /><br />No more hurrying for jogs right after tuition =)<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SFZp0HqA3WI/AAAAAAAABjw/j23I7eJs6C0/s1600-h/kiara+-+1.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SFZp0HqA3WI/AAAAAAAABjw/j23I7eJs6C0/s320/kiara+-+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212469962857307490" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />no more dragging the lazy bums bums and the growling stomache<br />early in the morning and trying in vain to jog and stiffle a yawn.<br />not to forget the habit of buying soya bean after every run =)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SFZp3H9Xn9I/AAAAAAAABkA/tZRMIjC2s4o/s1600-h/kiara+-+3.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SFZp3H9Xn9I/AAAAAAAABkA/tZRMIjC2s4o/s320/kiara+-+3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212470014478098386" border="0" /></a></div> what's left are only shadows and cherished moments .<br /><br /><br />alrightey, off to work on that stupid bm essay now.<br />i promise i'll see to that dramatic act of setting all my bm books on fire and watch each and every bm word turn into ashes, then sweep them off nonchalantly, as if it was never part of my life =P.<br />oh yeahh .<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27680115-8537180695979287373?l=thechaptersofantheaslife.blogspot.com'/></div>Anthea Denise Chuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07822979090982337962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27680115.post-76629433359067107252008-06-14T22:24:00.008+08:002008-06-18T01:43:50.301+08:00confused.Met up with old friend today, no other than<span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">Erwin Soon Wei Jin.</span><br />Picked me up at my place, then went over to ou, cause i was craving for <span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">Nando's.</span><br />Never tasted better, still the same yummylicious 1/4 chicken =).<br />We wanted to catch <span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">The Happening,</span> but then the queue at <span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">Gsc </span>was friggin long, and since i wasnt planning to seduce anyone at the Gold Class counter to get a short cut for a ticket purchase, we went off to <span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">Curve</span> instead, with the hope of a shorter queue. oh, i just knew ou's openning this<span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">chocolate lounge</span> place, soon. oooohh, for a choc lover like me, im ecstatic! =P cant wait.<br /><br />Anyway, when we got to curve, the line's as long as usual, and the movie time was pretty late.<br />Then, we went browsing around for <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">mint choc chip ice cream </span>at BR, attempt was to no avail.Since we had time, and i was in a pretty desperate crave, headed over to Centrepoint instead.But wth, seemed like all BR's around just ran outta it. so i settled with <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Mc'ds Mcflurry </span>=).Anyway it was a nice day, catching up with that ol buddy, much of laughs and old times pouring back. Thanks for everything you!.<br /><br />Was suppose to tag <span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">Trina</span> and <span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">Kirs t</span>o <span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">Jian Hao's</span> partay at<span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"> KLCC </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">t</span>onight, but since dad wudnt allow, and mum's home alone tonight, i stayed behind. went for a jog in the evening instead, wasnt that mundane a jog today, thanks to the <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">"melodious tune"</span> i heard,coming from an open window in the lowe rise block, some dude having his <span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">"malaysian idol" </span>moment in the showers,, haha, cudnt help it but stiffled a laugh whenever i turned the same corner. but what do u know, he was singing so long in the showers that it actually lasted me for a few rounds. =)<br />off to bed now, night ppl, sleep well, to a <span style="font-style: italic;">better day</span> tom! =).<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">t</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">h</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">e</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">a</span>.</span><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SFPYi0PSn3I/AAAAAAAABjo/bbO8sYF2I0g/s1600-h/i+miss+you.jpg"> <img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SFPYi0PSn3I/AAAAAAAABjo/bbO8sYF2I0g/s320/i+miss+you.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211747286447726450" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27680115-7662943335906710725?l=thechaptersofantheaslife.blogspot.com'/></div>Anthea Denise Chuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07822979090982337962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27680115.post-57902956369498549502008-06-11T21:48:00.003+08:002008-06-11T22:35:52.793+08:00Chagrin.<div style="text-align: center;">I haven't much to blog honestly, much less the enthusiasm to.<br />Probably just updating about the last few days of hols,<br />since i'm still pretty much in my holiday mood.<br /><br />so lets see , from<span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"> <span style="font-weight: bold;">6th of june to 8th of june</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">Friday:</span> movie with <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-style: italic;">Mark, Wes, Chi Ming &amp; Jien Yoong</span>. Caught <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Prom Night</span>.<br />what a joke, waste of money and time. it has got to be the most boring, draggy,<br />nonsensical and unexciting movie. Ever. I'd give it a C, if it wasnt because of the nice idea of "prom".<br />Headed over to <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Curve</span>. Then <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">Kenneth</span> picked me up for mango dessert at <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Centrepoint.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">Saturday</span>: potong day. <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic;">Pig</span> </span>and i were supposed to have our <span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">Undang Test</span>, but the 'oh-so-responsible' agent dint inform us that it's postponed due to the public hol. i swear that wasnt the first time i've ever got so agitated with him. what a pity, Pig and i cud have joined<span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"> Kc</span> &amp; the rest for <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Click Five</span> at <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Genting</span>. improvising, we decided to go <span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">Pavilion</span> instead. so i tagged Pig's mum, sis and her fiancee to Pavilion for shopping.<br />After church, had dinner with family at <span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">King Crab</span>.<br />Night, yam cha-ed at<span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"> Rasta</span> with the <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;">Mark, Jy, Cm, Derek and the usuals.</span> Them boys suggested to go haunted house hunting at <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Penchala </span>and <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">TTDI.</span><br />Then , off i went home to finish up my addictive read of the paranormal.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Sunday :</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">Pig</span>'s sis' fiancee dropped us at <span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">DU</span> early. Had breakfast at <span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">Starbucks </span>while "revising" and killing time. Coincidently, met <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">Louis</span> at the agency too,along with his two BU4 friends.<br />We got to the place at about 1, and guess what time did we take our test? 4.30 +. incredulous.<br />Good news though, we all passed. yeah. wee.<br /><br /><br />school reopened. boo hoo.<br />which means no more lolling around, and reliving the whole stressful routine again.<br />June's gonna be a busy month for me.<br />what with camp, sis leaving, birthday, party, catchin up with ol pals, relatives visiting, and upcoming jogathon. gahh.<br />guess its gonna be just <span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">me </span>and <span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">ma</span> and <span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">chubby pie </span>at home after sis leaves.<br /><3.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:78%;" >&amp; maybe im the only one still foolish enough,<br /></span><div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><span style="font-size:78%;">to remember each and everything that used to happen,<br /></span></div><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:78%;" >oh so clearly and vividly, this time of the year<br /></span><div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><span style="font-size:78%;">as if it had just happened yesterday,<br /></span></div><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:78%;" >the face and voice i was once so familiar with,<br /></span><div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><span style="font-size:78%;">apparently having a good memory aint so much of a bonus after all<br /></span></div><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:78%;" >i feel like i've been going round &amp; round in circles,<br /></span><div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><span style="font-size:78%;">and still ending up at the same point, right where i started off.<br /></span></div><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:78%;" >so, help me to let go, cause u already did.<br /></span><div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><span style="font-size:78%;">i wanna know what i want.<br /></span></div><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27680115-5790295636949854950?l=thechaptersofantheaslife.blogspot.com'/></div>Anthea Denise Chuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07822979090982337962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27680115.post-35151287984121160992008-06-04T16:31:00.002+08:002008-06-04T17:00:25.055+08:00Cause i've learnt enough from my mistakes.So i met up with Kenneth (behbeh) today. Catchin up after 2 years of lost contact and before he leaves to Aus for his further studies. Had a good lunch at Nirwana Maju, Bangsar - my ol time fav for Banana leaf rice. Then, went over to Ou cause i had a crave for bubble tea. Killed time playing chor dai ti in Yippeee Cup. Dyamm, what a good boost of self esteem, i beat the self proclaimed chor dai ti pro. haha. sorray. gotta give myself some credit here =).<br /><br />Anyway, what i really want to mention here is . He said something today that makes a whole lotta sense .He said something like " if a guy likes a girl for a good long time, as in really long, say years, sometimes it doesnt mean that that guy is simply loyal , or especially fanatic about the girl, but sometimes it means that he is simply too used to liking that girl, the guy prolly dint look around him to try and widen his prospects and accepts other choices, but rather he's too focused on the same girl to the extend it becomes a hard-to-kick habit to him , unknowingly. so routine that life wud feel a lil outta the norm once he stops liking the girl.<br /><br />And thats why u cant be too sure of things at all times eh?;)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27680115-3515128798412116099?l=thechaptersofantheaslife.blogspot.com'/></div>Anthea Denise Chuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07822979090982337962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27680115.post-46049252502625999212008-05-31T21:51:00.004+08:002008-06-01T15:39:42.357+08:00Paranormal<div><span style="color:#993399;">Just a blink of an eye, its one week of hols gone. And it felt like yesterday when i was so exuberant over the first day of hols, exactly a week ago.<br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SEJQKcWme7I/AAAAAAAABjQ/w7rbcMvsRtU/s1600-h/Red+1.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SEJQKcWme7I/AAAAAAAABjQ/w7rbcMvsRtU/s320/Red+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206812259533618098" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SEJQKsWme8I/AAAAAAAABjY/AmY__79O8FY/s1600-h/Red+2.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SEJQKsWme8I/AAAAAAAABjY/AmY__79O8FY/s320/Red+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206812263828585410" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SEJQK8Wme9I/AAAAAAAABjg/lMas_G9vW68/s1600-h/Red+3.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SEJQK8Wme9I/AAAAAAAABjg/lMas_G9vW68/s320/Red+3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206812268123552722" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">and i get so bored and restless so easily at home.</span><br /></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#993399;">day before yesterday, was another lifeless day of mine at Ou with mum and sis. the<em><strong> </strong><span style="color:#000000;">Chua Girls day out</span></em><span style="color:#000000;">.</span> had a really good lunch at <span style="color:#000000;"><em>Sushi Zanmai</em></span>, beats <span style="color:#000000;"><em>Sushi Groove</em></span> hands down yo. yet another day of shopping. girls can never have enuf of it , it seems. bumped into truckloads of ppl, met up with <strong><span style="color:#000000;">Eugene</span></strong> too, after he went<span style="color:#000000;"> "MIA"</span> for a few days, ishh. Headed for Starbucks then loitered around for abit before i rejoined mum and sis. Bumped into <strong><span style="color:#000000;">Kow and Yi Ching</span></strong> too. my biggest mistake? i forgotten that it was 30th of May yesterday, despite rememberi</span><span style="color:#993399;">ng that his</span><span style="color:#993399;"> birthday was on 30th of May all the while. needless to say, i also forgotten to wish him , despite meeting face to face. *slaps forehead *. anyway, gonna say it again here....</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#330033;"><strong><em>Happy Moo-ish 17th Birthday, Jer! =)</em></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#993399;">Bummed around in <span style="color:#000000;">Rasta </span>again at night, along with <span style="color:#000000;">Jien Yoo</span></span><span style="color:#993399;"><span style="color:#000000;">ng, Mark,</span> <span style="color:#000000;">Marc, Chi Ming</span> and one of their friend, too bad <span style="color:#000000;">Jer </span>dint come in time. Somehow, our topic of conversation strayed off to "ze supernaturnal " stuff. them guys were yapping away about haunted houses at various locations. mmm, interesting. just my cup of tea. made me realised how much i miss those younger days of mine, when i'll just pester any adult i know for ghost stories, or when a few of us young ones wud huddle together during halloween night to hear our uncle and aunties rant on about supposedly "true ghostly happenings", then one of us wud da</span><span style="color:#993399;">re the other to climb the flight of stairs alone towards my aunt's attic. ciao-ed early at 10.30 just in time to see <span style="color:#000000;">Khai </span>reaching with his bunch of friends.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SEJQKMWme6I/AAAAAAAABjI/7bRoZ_u3p4U/s1600-h/Starbucks+-+ou.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SEJQKMWme6I/AAAAAAAABjI/7bRoZ_u3p4U/s320/Starbucks+-+ou.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206812255238650786" border="0" /></a></div><div><span style="color:#993399;"><br /><br />yesterday, outta boredom, i grabbed my <span style="color:#000000;">Jodi Picoult's</span> novel and went down to the high rise pool side, laid back lazily on the pool chair and started my first page. wonderful day for a read, the wind almost lulled me to sleep. the book was coincidently about the paranormal again - <span style="color:#000000;">second </span><span style="color:#000000;">glance.</span>interesting read. im so in the mood for more ghost stories now.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#993399;">i quote </span><span style="color:#000000;"><em>" we see only what we want to believe ".</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#993399;">today ... is.... <strong><span style="color:#663366;">World Milk Day</span></strong>! i honestly never knew such a day existed. Anyway, i heard that <span style="color:#663366;"><strong>Dutch Lady's</strong></span> gonna offer 50,000 free milk tom at the Curve, so yeah, go get em freebies ppl. </span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;">my new promise to myself : I'm gonna abstain from <span style="color:#000000;">Mcdonalds</span> for one whole month, or maybe more. yeeeppp, mark my words . i never thought i'd get sick of it, but well, i finally did. </span></div><br /><p><span style="color:#993399;">my latest addiction : <span style="color:#000000;">soya bean milk</span>! top it off with <span style="color:#000000;">grass jelly</span> or <span style="color:#000000;">pearls</span>. heavenly.</span></p><span style="color:#993399;">my latest want : that top in </span><span style="color:#000000;">Pull &amp; Bear.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SEJQJcWme5I/AAAAAAAABjA/_b7-jdD3dDs/s1600-h/BLack+stripes.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SEJQJcWme5I/AAAAAAAABjA/_b7-jdD3dDs/s320/BLack+stripes.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206812242353748882" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;">you thought u found an entrance into my heart,</p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;"> but it turned out to be a painted door drawn on a wall.</span><br /></p><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#993399;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27680115-4604925250262599921?l=thechaptersofantheaslife.blogspot.com'/></div>Anthea Denise Chuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07822979090982337962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27680115.post-37022440962723288142008-05-29T22:10:00.003+08:002008-05-29T22:40:21.373+08:00... it's a tuesday, a wednesday & a thurs.bummer, and double bummer.my <span style="color:#ff6666;">com kena virus</span> laaahhh.. isshhh..<br />so much for staying up late this hols and rot in front of my com till the wee hours in the morning,<br />pfft, i guess God really has plans for me to utilize my time on summin else..<br />so i guess y'all shant expect too frequent an update frommee these two weeks.yada yada..<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />my style, more backtracking...<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff9966;"> THE TUESDAY</span></strong>,</div><br /><br />i spent the entire day shopping with mama again, from <em><span style="color:#ff6600;">Ikea, Ikano, Curve</span></em> then to <em><span style="color:#ff6600;">Cats Whiskers</span></em>. "burning" more money , tsk tsk , ever so sinful. then night, was suppose to head to <em><strong>Rasta</strong></em>, but then i had bible knowledge class. After my class, <span style="color:#ff9900;"><strong>kee chong and yew loong</strong></span> came over to my place from Rasta instead. Had a nice chit chat by the breezy high rise poolside.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong> THE WEDNESDAY</strong></span>,</span> </div><br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>Kane, Jason, and Audrey</strong></span> came over to my place to "revise" for our upcoming accounts exam. i know, we're such "nerds", hols also still have to study. ish.. but wut to do lah, we've got "important" accounts exam next week laahh. The day was pretty fun, i think we spent half of the time actively exercising our mouth on food and yapping away rather than focusing on those blurring figures.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33cc00;"><strong> THE THURSDAY</strong></span>,</div><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">Pig</span> </strong>and i went for our "ceramah" thingie or u may call it the KPP course. My goodness, it was the longest Thursday for me ever. I think i'd prolly burst into tears if i were to go there alone. gaahh. Anyway, long story short, lets just say, pig and i learnt to appreciate the PJ area better now. We dropped off at <span style="color:#006600;"><em>Ou</em></span> later in the evening, to treat our starved tummies with a good helping of <em><span style="color:#006600;">Mcdees</span></em>. &amp; we've never been happier to be in Ou. haha, sounds like some refugees who have been kidnapped or thrown into a 3rd world country and haven eaten mcd's or seen a proper mall before eh?<br /><br /><br />well, i'll let u figure out that "long story" we encountered today =).<br /><p align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SD69ccWme4I/AAAAAAAABi4/ZAZY1XqWhBI/s1600-h/mark+de+alwis.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205806515631848322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SD69ccWme4I/AAAAAAAABi4/ZAZY1XqWhBI/s320/mark+de+alwis.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center">say hi to the newly turned 17 - <span style="color:#ff0000;">Mark de alwis</span></p><p align="center">mates since primary yoo</p><p align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SD69cMWme3I/AAAAAAAABiw/Dp3E0ZRnG3M/s1600-h/J+kow%27s+party+-+kiki+and+i.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205806511336881010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SD69cMWme3I/AAAAAAAABiw/Dp3E0ZRnG3M/s320/J+kow%27s+party+-+kiki+and+i.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">kirsten</span>!</p><p align="center"> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27680115-3702244096272328814?l=thechaptersofantheaslife.blogspot.com'/></div>Anthea Denise Chuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07822979090982337962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27680115.post-45106919934517933612008-05-26T20:20:00.004+08:002008-05-27T00:22:20.466+08:00That thing you dowoke up with a really heavy headache today, i wonder if its from "overdosage" of sleep. <div>1pm yoo, its been long since i last remembered waking up this late. </div><div>on the other hand, perhaps its to do with that lil brain mechanism of mine, actively overworked again. </div><br /><div>i seem to to be travelling in some kinda time machine lately, somewhat brought me back to various stages and periods of my high school life. It's unfolding so vividly in my mind that i thought im reliving that moment yet again, enhanced by a lil touch of deja vu there. </div><br /><div>although its not really an uncommon phenomenon anymore, it still made me wonder how people who were once closely associated , can just drift apart as unexpectedly as how they were once drawn together. and of course, looking back to the 5 years of high school life, you 'd see for yerself how many friendships or relationships did sustain thus far. then again it made me think, if we made a different decision in the first place, wud things turn out otherwise? or maybe we shud "go with the flow" and go with the phrase" everything happened for a reason", and leave things jus as it is and move on? </div><br /><div>or shud we try to pick up from where we left, amend for the better? but then again, if the other party has no intention on picking it up along with you, let alone initiate it, shud we just forget all about it, and "accept fate"? tell me about it.<br /></div><div>anyhoeeeeys, backtrack 24 hours.</div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">25.05.2008 - i mark the 6 months "anniversary", though i still dunno why i bother.amazing how time flies. what anniversary? that's a secret , my secret ;) but maybe, just maybe, u'd know. you, yes you.</span></div><br /><div></div><div>yesterday, not as eventful as sat i wud say. loitered around Ou and watched Narnia, met up with <span style="color:#333399;">Sheng and Kenny</span>, had a donut treat then headed over to<span style="color:#333399;"> Jer's</span> partay later in the evening. </div><br /><div>Pics will be uploaded la'er after i steal em from <span style="color:#333399;">Kiki's </span>blog. </div><br /><div>meanwhile, this was sat's delayed uploads</div><div> </div><p align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SDriZEzzfuI/AAAAAAAABig/lmj74--C2aI/s1600-h/IMG_0115.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204721239795662562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SDriZEzzfuI/AAAAAAAABig/lmj74--C2aI/s320/IMG_0115.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center">Wei Sheng and I</p><p align="center">7 years long good ol lousy friend.</p><p align="center">yep, spot the irony.</p><p align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SDriZ0zzfvI/AAAAAAAABio/TJJomVbG2KQ/s1600-h/IMG_0116.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204721252680564466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SDriZ0zzfvI/AAAAAAAABio/TJJomVbG2KQ/s320/IMG_0116.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center">my two men in black of the night.</p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">and so i ask myself , what do i really really want?</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27680115-4510691993451793361?l=thechaptersofantheaslife.blogspot.com'/></div>Anthea Denise Chuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07822979090982337962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27680115.post-52367189103531592242008-05-25T01:26:00.004+08:002008-05-25T02:42:26.483+08:00la di dumAll's great today. It's been long since i've managed to really let my hair down and go all out to enjoy myself. *<em>pats anthea on back *.</em> ahh.. well deserved =Pp<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />so i woke up this morning, late, and rushed down with a grumbling tummy to meet <em><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong>lai yong wen</strong></span></em>. Then off to the park for a jog, only to be more aware of my "deteriorating" stamina =/, my oh my, i wonder how long will it take for me to cover up all the days i've missed my jogs already. anyway, lai yong wen had to leave early, so i stayed on behind and ended up jogging back alone. but wth, ppl always say <em><strong>" look where ur walking</strong></em>",on my way back, i bumped into one of my worst phobias. <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span style="font-size:130%;">rodents</span>.</span></strong> my goodness, its two this time! flattened on the road, disfigured and disgusting rats. *<br /><em>shrieks exaggeratedly*,</em> that only motivated me to speed up my pace and reached home safe and sound.<br /><br /><br />its all ur fault lah <em><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">lai yong wen</span></strong></em>, ish.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />off to<span style="color:#33cc00;"> <strong>curve</strong></span><strong> </strong>for brunch with mum and dad. i discovered my new "high-er class" mamak.- <span style="color:#663300;"><strong><span style="color:#996633;">Teh</span> <span style="color:#996633;">Tarik</span></strong></span><span style="color:#996633;"> <strong>Place</strong></span> . have always wanted to try it out, never managed to until today. mmm, they've got <span style="color:#ff9966;"><strong>fabulous tosai, fried meehon,sambal and of course teh tarik</strong></span>! so anytime,y'all wanna go "yamcha or teh tarik" there , count me in too , u bet i'll be up for it =).then then, i met up with ol buddy, <span style="color:#330099;"><strong><em>wei ian</em></strong>.</span> seroiusly, i gotta say he's one helluva patient person laaaa. u see, im a pretty indecisive person, it gets worse when it comes to shopping, thats why not everyone can tolerate that "shopping manner" of mine. <strong><span style="color:#330099;"><em>wei ian</em></span></strong> is definitely one of the very few who can. thumbs up boy, keep it up, good training for ur future, that is if u ever get a shopaholic as ur girl ;). sso my shopping spree only ended up with shirts, shoes nd earrings today. not quite done yet. to be continued tom , at a different venue though =).thanks for everything <strong><em><span style="color:#330099;">iannie</span></em></strong>!<br /><br /><div align="center">credits go to wei ian for the pictures below. outfit of the day :</div><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SDhdB0zzfpI/AAAAAAAABh4/_b0v5cU_BxA/s1600-h/24.5.08.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204011655363788434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SDhdB0zzfpI/AAAAAAAABh4/_b0v5cU_BxA/s320/24.5.08.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SDhdCkzzfsI/AAAAAAAABiQ/d4xVE3o7H0o/s1600-h/25.5-08-4.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204011668248690370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SDhdCkzzfsI/AAAAAAAABiQ/d4xVE3o7H0o/s320/25.5-08-4.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SDhdCEzzfrI/AAAAAAAABiI/NBtNHGA8PS8/s1600-h/24.5.08-3.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204011659658755762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SDhdCEzzfrI/AAAAAAAABiI/NBtNHGA8PS8/s320/24.5.08-3.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SDhdCEzzfqI/AAAAAAAABiA/rpfmX4Hn-v0/s1600-h/24.5.08-2.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204011659658755746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SDhdCEzzfqI/AAAAAAAABiA/rpfmX4Hn-v0/s320/24.5.08-2.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><br /><br />later, <strong><em><span style="color:#009900;">candy, ana and wei sheng</span></em></strong> came over my place and <span style="color:#009900;"><strong><em>yew loong's</em></strong></span> future bro-in-law, dropped us off at <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Rasta.</strong></span> Since <em><span style="color:#ff9966;"><strong>Mark</strong></span> </em>was having his beldated bday celeb today as well, i decided to hop over his place and come back to <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Rasta</strong></span> when <span style="color:#009900;"><strong><em>KeeChong</em></strong></span> is finally there . So <strong><em><span style="color:#ff9966;">mark</span></em></strong> and bro offered a ride there, since lil girl here still hasnt got her license. though <span style="color:#cc66cc;"><em><strong>tow jen</strong></em></span> came at the nick of time, so i tagged his ride instead. went to mark's place and everyone was there, was even surprised to see <span style="color:#ff9966;"><strong><em>mun yoong</em></strong></span> there.was craving for bbq-ed marshies , though everyone cudnt buy marshies from everywhere or anywhere, so i settled with my barbequed lamb before <span style="color:#cc66cc;"><strong><em>tow jen</em></strong></span> and i left for Rasta again, cause poor <strong><em><span style="color:#009900;">yew loong and wei sheng</span></em></strong> was dying of boredome there =P.the girls left already leaving the 3 boys and i behind. starving, i had my long awaited waffle, while we rattle the night away. good to see ppl whom i haven seen in ages at rasta tonight, that includes<strong><em><span style="color:#ff9966;"> khairil</span></em></strong> and <strong><span style="color:#ff9966;"><em>adrian tay</em></span></strong> &amp; the bu4 crowd. just realized i havent seen them in ages=/<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />oh oh! last night i stumbled upon that <span style="color:#cc0000;">TAN HONG MING</span> video clip ad by <span style="color:#cc0000;">Yasmin Ahmad</span> again.<br /><br /><br />haha, its shooo cute !<br /><br /><br />for those of u who hasnt heard of it, go google it up!<br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SDhdC0zzftI/AAAAAAAABiY/diFicFaJx9U/s1600-h/24.5.08+-1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204011672543657682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SDhdC0zzftI/AAAAAAAABiY/diFicFaJx9U/s320/24.5.08+-1.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center"><span style="color:#339999;"><strong>its an unfair life, so many boys, so little <span style="color:#339999;">time</span></strong></span><span style="color:#339999;"> ;)<br /></span></div><div align="center">Rest of the pics are in Ana and Ws's phone. <span style="color:#ff6600;">couch potato duty calling!</span> till then. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27680115-5236718910353159224?l=thechaptersofantheaslife.blogspot.com'/></div>Anthea Denise Chuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07822979090982337962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27680115.post-14577624991348723332008-05-23T17:48:00.003+08:002008-05-23T18:09:53.343+08:00Ecstaticwoot!<br />oh hail the long awaited 23rd of May.<br />last day of the friggin mid term exams.<br />i never felt as relieved as this before, despite the countless exams taken since form 1.<br />outta my sight, books!<br /><br /><br />i think im turning into a caffeine addict with a serious sleep deficit<br />what with 3 insanely killer week exams.<br />studying around the clock, downing anything caffeinated within reach<br />from cappucino, to latte to mocha to black coffee and what not =).<br /><br />so yup, to reward myself,<br />im gonna have a huge ass shopping spree starting from tom<br />and looong list of "things to do", like how they always say it, longer than Natalie Portman's resume.<br />imma immmaa gonna refurbish my room too, esp my soon to explode wardrobe<br />which cant fit more clothes in anymore, before they come tumbling down like avalanche.<br /><br />so yeeeepp, try to fit in my tight schedule then !;)<br /><br />i'll update more when my holiday OFFICIALLY starts tom!<br /><br />tara'!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27680115-1457762499134872333?l=thechaptersofantheaslife.blogspot.com'/></div>Anthea Denise Chuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07822979090982337962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27680115.post-43608812122997088402008-05-19T00:04:00.003+08:002008-05-19T00:27:24.970+08:00Instant Remedy<p align="center">For those whose been pretty worked up lately, hope these pics can cheer you up a lil.</p><p align="center">even for just a moment.</p><p align="center">i know they did for me =)</p><p align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SDBWQncT_EI/AAAAAAAABhg/BoKHHieLCjI/s1600-h/baby+-+2.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201752413078551618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SDBWQncT_EI/AAAAAAAABhg/BoKHHieLCjI/s320/baby+-+2.bmp" border="0" /></a></p><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SDBWQHcT_DI/AAAAAAAABhY/WcKlUqH1HVw/s1600-h/baby+-+1.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201752404488617010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SDBWQHcT_DI/AAAAAAAABhY/WcKlUqH1HVw/s320/baby+-+1.bmp" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SDBWQ3cT_FI/AAAAAAAABho/lBD963P6T5c/s1600-h/baby+-+3.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201752417373518930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SDBWQ3cT_FI/AAAAAAAABho/lBD963P6T5c/s320/baby+-+3.bmp" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center">I should say this is the only kinda flower that'll truly melt my heart.</p><p align="center">genuine.</p><p align="center">me and my chocolate obsession ;P.</p><p align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SDBWRXcT_GI/AAAAAAAABhw/Kn5lrRC7utk/s1600-h/chocolate+rose.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201752425963453538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SDBWRXcT_GI/AAAAAAAABhw/Kn5lrRC7utk/s320/chocolate+rose.bmp" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center">sexaaayy.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27680115-4360881212299708840?l=thechaptersofantheaslife.blogspot.com'/></div>Anthea Denise Chuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07822979090982337962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27680115.post-34978040895053770152008-05-18T19:29:00.002+08:002008-05-18T19:42:50.109+08:00<em>I never knew perfection till </em><br /><em>i heard you speak and now it kills me</em><br /><em>Just to hear u say the simple things</em><br /><br />Now waking up is hard to do<br />sleeping's impossible too<br />and everything's reminding me of you<br />what can i do?<br /><br />its not right, not okay<br />say the words that your saying<br />maybe we're better off this way<br /><br /><em>im not fine, im in pain</em><br /><em>its harder everyday</em><br /><em>maybe we're better off this way</em><br /><em>its better that we break</em><br /><br /><em>A fool to let you slip away</em><br /><em>i'll chase you just to hear you say</em><br /><em>you're scared enough</em><br /><em>you think that im insane</em><br /><br />i see you, you look so nice from here<br />pity, i cant see it clearly,<br />why you're standing there<br />it disappears, it disappears<br /><br />saw you sitting on the lawn<br />you're fragile and you're cold<br />but that's alright<br /><br />the lie these days is getting rough<br />knocked you down and beat you up<br />but it's just a roller coaster anyway, yeah.<br /><br /><br />- maroon 5- better that we break -<br /><br />nice one! ;)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27680115-3497804089505377015?l=thechaptersofantheaslife.blogspot.com'/></div>Anthea Denise Chuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07822979090982337962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27680115.post-65362631184749389192008-05-15T22:03:00.004+08:002008-05-15T22:33:40.450+08:00Because Im worth it.<p align="center">* Heaves a breath *</p><p align="center">2 weeks down, one more to beat. </p><p align="center"><em>ohhailthataddmath1paper</em>.</p><p align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;"><strong>Did u guys ever wonder how long the exam hours actually summed up to be?</strong></span></p><p align="center">us with our numb buttocks stuck onto the chair, while cracking our brains,</p><p align="center">drying our pen inks while our fingers go blue-black due to the "exceeded speed limit" of writing.</p><p align="center">well, i for one just happen to think of that today. </p><p align="center">so i've calculated.( yup thats what exams do to people like me ).</p><p align="center">FYI, its about <strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">22 papers</span></strong> and approximately 41 hours , +-.</p><p align="center">a <strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">blurdy 41 hours</span></strong>!! holy moly. </p><p align="center"></p><div align="center">Anyhooeeyysss, just a lil update on the belated <span style="color:#330099;"><strong>Mum's day</strong></span> last Sunday. </div><div align="center">Venue for the occasion : <span style="color:#66cccc;"><strong>TTDI PLAZA'S Korean Bbq Restaurant.</strong></span></div><div align="center"></div><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SCxEYHcT--I/AAAAAAAABgw/rlmqFRsYMjg/s1600-h/Mum"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200606850811427810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SCxEYHcT--I/AAAAAAAABgw/rlmqFRsYMjg/s320/Mum%27s+day+08+-1.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center">Moi<br /></div><p align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SCxEYncT-_I/AAAAAAAABg4/9rah5YRWuo8/s1600-h/Mum"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200606859401362418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SCxEYncT-_I/AAAAAAAABg4/9rah5YRWuo8/s320/Mum%27s+day+08+-2.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center">Ma &amp; Pa<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SCxEY3cT_AI/AAAAAAAABhA/CTE4bw8Zjj4/s1600-h/Mum"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200606863696329730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SCxEY3cT_AI/AAAAAAAABhA/CTE4bw8Zjj4/s320/Mum%27s+day+08+-3.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Bbq-ed meat with wine. Purrfect.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SCxEZHcT_BI/AAAAAAAABhI/uUOqXXU75D0/s1600-h/Mum"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200606867991297042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SCxEZHcT_BI/AAAAAAAABhI/uUOqXXU75D0/s320/Mum%27s+day+08+-4.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center">The tableful of so called " Korean Tapas"</div><div align="center">and the finger licking good bbq-ed meat. mMmm</div><p align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SCxEZXcT_CI/AAAAAAAABhQ/HNXrbrskNIY/s1600-h/Mum"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200606872286264354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SCxEZXcT_CI/AAAAAAAABhQ/HNXrbrskNIY/s320/Mum%27s+day+08+-+5.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center">Happy Mums's day Mama!</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Thats all for now, was supposed to be studying actually. </div><div align="center">Unfortunately, </div><div align="center">i was "side tracked".</div><div align="center">Darn com.</div><div align="center">=p. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">You had more of me with you , </span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">rather than me having more of you with me.</span></strong></em> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27680115-6536263118474938919?l=thechaptersofantheaslife.blogspot.com'/></div>Anthea Denise Chuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07822979090982337962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27680115.post-46116211730986932812008-05-09T16:52:00.007+08:002008-05-09T21:52:29.129+08:00Hush now....<span style="color:#66cccc;"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">The way that it was and could have been surrounds me. </span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Memories of you are still peppered on my mind. </span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">That i dont deny.</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">How did we end up like this.</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">If only you knew.</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Etstranged.</span></em><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Just got back from <span style="color:#339999;">Ou</span> . Had to unwind and do what a shopaholic does best.</div><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SCRUO667XbI/AAAAAAAABgo/zO37LDv_ROI/s1600-h/Red+feet.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198372485203713458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SCRUO667XbI/AAAAAAAABgo/zO37LDv_ROI/s320/Red+feet.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center">Guess who was i with? </div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Was compiling all my old passport-sized pics , and ..</div><div align="center">voila!</div><p align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SCRUOa67XaI/AAAAAAAABgg/Jh5XvhIa04o/s1600-h/Passport+size+pics.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198372476613778850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SCRUOa67XaI/AAAAAAAABgg/Jh5XvhIa04o/s320/Passport+size+pics.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center">I dont mind going back to the younger days, even if it means gaining back the chubbyness.</p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"></p><p align="right"><strong><span style="color:#339999;">Words i need to hear from you to get me through the day.....</span></strong> </p><p align="right"></p><p align="center"></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27680115-4611621173098693281?l=thechaptersofantheaslife.blogspot.com'/></div>Anthea Denise Chuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07822979090982337962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27680115.post-12173136200037436192008-05-04T13:53:00.010+08:002008-05-04T22:37:56.166+08:00Racing against time<div align="center"><span style="color:#666666;"><em>I woke up this morning, felt the warmth of the sun caressing my face.</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#666666;"><em>Still feeling groggy and contented amidst the soft fabric of my quilt.</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#666666;"><em>I had a sudden thought.</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#666666;"><em><strong><span style="color:#666666;">365 days</span></strong> from now, i neednt worry about SPM no more.</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#666666;"><em>Rid of the blue uniform, rid of school. </em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#666666;"><em>Then i start to wonder what wud i be doing, 365 days from now. </em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#666666;"><em>The ecstatic idea of being a <strong>19 year-old Anthea</strong>. "ahem".</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#666666;"><em>ohh.. i cant wait! </em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#666666;"><em>so, count the days with me!!</em></span></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Here's my fav phrase from <strong><em>CLICK,</em></strong> which never fails to make me go "Aww". </div><div align="center"><strong>" will u <span style="color:#cc0000;">still</span> <span style="color:#000000;">love</span> me in the <span style="color:#cc0000;">morning</span>?" </strong></div><div align="center"><strong>" <span style="color:#cc0000;">forever and ever</span> babe".</strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">Butterfly kisses.</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27680115-1217313620003743619?l=thechaptersofantheaslife.blogspot.com'/></div>Anthea Denise Chuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07822979090982337962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27680115.post-36135742974610614252008-05-02T22:07:00.005+08:002008-05-02T23:00:13.773+08:00I beg your pardon?You know, i happened to be a <span style="color:#3366ff;">very </span><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">demanding , spoiled, impatient, temperamental, troublesome,</span> <span style="color:#3366ff;">and</span></em><span style="color:#3366ff;"> <em>whiny girl</em></span>, at times/most of the time. So, really, i'm trully impressed with those who stuck with me for as long as it seems. The required patience, tolerance and perseverance from them. And u know what? <span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"><strong><em>Leong Wei Ian</em></strong></span> happens to be one of the most succesful person in doing this. =).a heartfelt thank you from yours truly for everything, although thats really an <strong>understatement.</strong><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SBsnSBnSiEI/AAAAAAAABgA/4Cwj43b18z4/s1600-h/iannie.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195789785726355522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SBsnSBnSiEI/AAAAAAAABgA/4Cwj43b18z4/s320/iannie.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center"><span style="color:#333399;">what am i gonna do without you lahh</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#333399;">love u bestie!<br /></span></div><span style="color:#ff9966;"><strong>Resist, Anthea. RESIST.</strong><br /></span><br />Bad thing about having your personal com in ur room? especially when its smacked right on top of study table, that smug looking screen, making ur fingers itch , to curl themselves around the mouse and start clicking away. thats exactly what happened to me for the past few days, knowing the fact that my com's 24/7 on.<br /><br />argghh.i don wanna study anymore! *wails*. what more with a bugging <span style="color:#339999;">wisdom tooth</span>, <span style="color:#339999;">a sore throat</span>, and <span style="color:#339999;">annoying sneezes,</span> purrrrfeeect timing. sheesh.<span style="color:#cc6600;"><strong> <span style="color:#996633;">how now brown cow??=/<br /></span></strong></span><br />I'm seroiusly on <strong><span style="color:#ff9966;">"binging mode"</span></strong> now. I eat when im stressed up, bored or flustered, moreover i gotta put my jogs on hold, due to exams and a lousy immnune system. so yeah ,<span style="color:#ff9966;"><strong> " obese alert".</strong></span><br /><br />Anyway just got back from<span style="color:#999900;"> <em><strong>Boathouse</strong></em></span>. At least that cheered me up, momentarily. After our sumptious main course, got myself some "oh-so-well-deserved" desserts.<br /><br />say hello to the <span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong>Afurgato Gelato</strong></span>!<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SBsnRxnSiDI/AAAAAAAABf4/sfc4qslTzZU/s1600-h/afugato+2.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195789781431388210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SBsnRxnSiDI/AAAAAAAABf4/sfc4qslTzZU/s320/afugato+2.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SBsnRRnSiCI/AAAAAAAABfw/-Jd73a6mXDw/s1600-h/afugato.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195789772841453602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SBsnRRnSiCI/AAAAAAAABfw/-Jd73a6mXDw/s320/afugato.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><em><span style="color:#ff9900;">vanilla</span> ice cream</em> topped with <em><span style="color:#ff9900;">whip cream</span></em>, complimented with<em><span style="color:#ff9900;"> eclairs</span></em>, and poured on with hot <em><span style="color:#ff9900;">espresso</span></em> . noticed the canon thingie there? its suppose to light up with <em><span style="color:#ff9900;">kahlua and brandy</span></em> mixture in the lil pitcher and topple it over the ice cream. mmmm sinful! a must try.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SBsnnhnSiHI/AAAAAAAABgY/H0MvSGvvnfU/s1600-h/tiramisu.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195790155093543026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SBsnnhnSiHI/AAAAAAAABgY/H0MvSGvvnfU/s320/tiramisu.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center">the house special. <span style="color:#999900;"><strong>tiramisu.</strong></span></div><div align="center">one of the best i've had so far.</div><div align="center">i love<span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong> peaches</strong></span>!<br /></div>hmmm, i somehow lost the motivation or kiasuness to study for this term. Probably its cause i've had my greatest relief already, which was Sports day. but dyammit lah, the overall results are still pending. so ppl, shush with the speculations kay, ur making me feel all jitterish!.<br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SBsnShnSiGI/AAAAAAAABgQ/t3fGUa2_jco/s1600-h/saree+2.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195789794316290146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SBsnShnSiGI/AAAAAAAABgQ/t3fGUa2_jco/s320/saree+2.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SBsnSRnSiFI/AAAAAAAABgI/LZngrZl3IJs/s1600-h/saree.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195789790021322834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SBsnSRnSiFI/AAAAAAAABgI/LZngrZl3IJs/s320/saree.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#993399;"><em>Dinie</em></span> says " you dont look one bit like an indian"</p><p align="center">attempted pin up failed miserably.</p><p align="center"><span style="color:#993399;"><em>Adrian</em></span> says "albino indian lah".</p><p align="center">-.-.....</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27680115-3613574297461061425?l=thechaptersofantheaslife.blogspot.com'/></div>Anthea Denise Chuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07822979090982337962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27680115.post-47741647828485714592008-04-30T17:22:00.002+08:002008-04-30T17:46:12.619+08:00Oucchhh.<span style="color:#339999;">Bad news for chubster!</span><br /><span style="color:#339999;"></span><br /><span style="color:#339999;">Been complaining about my sore gum days ago. </span><br /><span style="color:#339999;"></span><br /><span style="color:#339999;">Momma finally brought me to the Orthodentist t'day.</span><br /><span style="color:#339999;"></span><br /><span style="color:#339999;">Much as i've feared, the wisdom tooth's already struggling its way out.</span><br /><span style="color:#339999;"></span><br /><span style="color:#339999;">Why the fear? i've heard enuf stories about the excruciating pain that "wise-tooth" can bring u.</span><br /><span style="color:#339999;"></span><br /><span style="color:#339999;">And knowing me, words like pain and blood are enough to make me go light- headed.</span><br /><span style="color:#339999;"></span><br /><span style="color:#339999;">So anyway, doc says no crunchy, chunky foodie for me, only to resort to a soft diet.</span><br /><span style="color:#339999;"></span><br /><span style="color:#339999;">which means.... no chocs for me too!! =( heaven knows how long i ought to stick with that =(</span><br /><br /><br />*sneezes* . yet again. you know the saying that goes<span style="color:#330033;"> </span><span style="color:#ff6666;">" when</span><span style="color:#ff6666;"> u sneeze, it means that someone is</span> <span style="color:#ff6666;">currently missing you".</span> Perasan alright,but i'd rather choose to believe so rather than to start thinking this is early signs of me falling sick in no time. Its the best way to convince yourself that your still in perfect health condition, even u've been sneezing for like the gazillionth time today. *sneezes*<br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">God bless me.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27680115-4774164782848571459?l=thechaptersofantheaslife.blogspot.com'/></div>Anthea Denise Chuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07822979090982337962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27680115.post-53234729900837482412008-04-29T18:46:00.008+08:002008-04-29T21:25:13.476+08:00Instincts over rationales<p align="center"> For some reasons,</p><p align="center"> this is a very special picture to me. </p><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SBb_hBnSiBI/AAAAAAAABfo/zusRXNTZwAQ/s1600-h/12.04.08+(14).JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194620163052439570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SBb_hBnSiBI/AAAAAAAABfo/zusRXNTZwAQ/s320/12.04.08+(14).JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc66;"><strong>Eugene, Anthea, Adrian</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc66;"></span> </div><div align="center">We've been good pals since form 1.</div><div align="center">We've jogged and trained for long distances and marathons since last year.</div><div align="center">We've joined numerous runs together and supported each other through.</div><div align="center">We've shared our victories ad laughter together.</div><div align="center">Though being the only girl in between, im usually "victimized" when they gang up to tease.</div><div align="center">The two guys will be always competing neck to neck in every race.</div><div align="center">As for our final year, we were all coincidently captains for respective houses .</div><div align="center">All in all,for our individuals</div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#ff9966;">Eugene's got 2 gold 1 silver, i've got 1 gold 1 silver, Adrian's got 1 Gold 2 silver.</span></em></div><div align="center">I missed out one for not participating the 400 m event.</div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#ff9966;">Bonded by sports.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#ff9966;">Prouda y'all. luvs.</span></em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center">These are the only pictures taken on the day,i think. courtesy of <span style="color:#006600;"><strong>Li Wen</strong></span>.<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SBb-MRnSh-I/AAAAAAAABfQ/XbgWXb5ZUpg/s1600-h/sports+day+-+2008+(1).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194618707058526178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SBb-MRnSh-I/AAAAAAAABfQ/XbgWXb5ZUpg/s320/sports+day+-+2008+(1).jpg" border="0" /></a> </p><p align="center">Me &amp; <span style="color:#006600;"><strong>Kieran</strong></span>, my good looking cheerleader ;)</p><p align="center">Spot the megaphones, they're all my/our hardwork kay.<br /></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SBb-ExnSh9I/AAAAAAAABfI/VCgnr5JcJ-s/s1600-h/Sports+day+-+2008.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194618578209507282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SBb-ExnSh9I/AAAAAAAABfI/VCgnr5JcJ-s/s320/Sports+day+-+2008.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center">Candidly taken by <span style="color:#006600;"><strong>Kieran</strong></span>.</p><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SBb-TRnSh_I/AAAAAAAABfY/uPwek1a3fhA/s1600-h/sports+day+-+2008+(2).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194618827317610482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SBb-TRnSh_I/AAAAAAAABfY/uPwek1a3fhA/s320/sports+day+-+2008+(2).jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center">Proud to be.<br /></div><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SBb-ZhnSiAI/AAAAAAAABfg/hh9wGRmxYw4/s1600-h/sports+day+-+2008+(3).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194618934691792898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz0ZYRC0u18/SBb-ZhnSiAI/AAAAAAAABfg/hh9wGRmxYw4/s320/sports+day+-+2008+(3).jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#006600;">Jie Yi &amp; Li Wen</span></strong></p><p align="center">Thanks <span style="color:#006600;"><strong>Jie Yi</strong></span> for helping me so much with the preparation </p><p align="center">&amp; u were great with ur runs.</p><p align="center"><span style="color:#006600;"><strong>Li wen</strong>,</span> my very Hebat long distance runner. Good job on ur 1500 m! =)</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27680115-5323472990083748241?l=thechaptersofantheaslife.blogspot.com'/></div>Anthea Denise Chuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07822979090982337962noreply@blogger.com0