tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384134602009-04-07T08:46:42.139+08:00The irony of it all...I am not perfect and neither do I want to blend in with the norm.Esther Chinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12421307868239437658liyiesther.c@gmail.comBlogger226125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38413460.post-10507083574614290282007-12-14T22:11:00.000+08:002007-12-20T12:36:53.045+08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><strong><span style="font-weight: normal;">UPDATES!!!</span></strong></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;">20 December 2007<br />I proudly present to you:<br /><a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" href="http://www.estherchin.com"><u>*estherchin.com*</u></a><br /></span></strong></span><a href="http://www.estherchin.com/"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><strong></strong></span></a><a href="http://estherchin.com/"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><strong></strong></span></a><a href="http://estherchin.com/"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><strong></strong></span></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><strong><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"></span></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><strong><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"></span></strong></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><strong><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"></span></strong></span></div><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><strong><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></strong></span><br /><strong><u>18 December 2007</u></strong><br />My NEW website would be up within 24 hours.<br />YAY!<br />Come back soon :)<br /><br /><br /><strong><u>14 December 2007</u></strong><br />For my 20th birthday, I've decided to buy myself, my very own domain name, <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">estherchin.com </span></span><span style="font-style: italic;">which I already did.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;">(because some very pathetic noob idiot took <a href="http://estherchin.blogspot.com/">*estherchin.blogspot.com* </a></span><span style="font-style: italic;">and the person's 1st, last and ONLY post was last TWO years! </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">wtf. I bengang okay~ ) </span><br /><br />I guess <a href="http://timothytiah.blogspot.com/">*Boss Stewie)</a> would understand my situation coz he also did encountered the <span style="font-style: italic;">almost-same</span> experience with me before and was fairly pissed as I was when I found out that someone took MY name on blogspot's account.<br />click *<a href="http://timothytiah.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-am-so-pissed-off.html">here</a>* for his post.<br /><br />but at least I got my OWN DOMAIN name now... (not from blogspot)<br /><br />.<br />.<br />.<br /><br />So everything is <span style="font-style: italic;">cool </span>UNTIL I realized that I didn't know how to wrap it up with a free hosting -.-<br /><br />I'd be delaying my post a lil here till I figure <span style="font-style: italic;">THAT </span>out.<br /><br /><br /><br />Erm... can help me ar? ANYONE???<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">*cries*</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38413460-1050708357461429028?l=liyiestherc.blogspot.com'/></div>Esther Chinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12421307868239437658liyiesther.c@gmail.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38413460.post-89225839573364172612007-12-12T00:50:00.000+08:002008-12-11T01:03:28.558+08:00Of emails and fast replies...You know that you are addicted when...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R19Q3s6oVFI/AAAAAAAAA68/3ONpgKEkS-4/s1600-h/email.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R19Q3s6oVFI/AAAAAAAAA68/3ONpgKEkS-4/s400/email.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142918217360495698" border="0" /></a>you had an email conversation with a friend for 5 days and you have<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> 74 replies</span></span> (to and fro)<br />AND <span style="font-style: italic;">that </span>is minus the conversations that the both of you had on MSN at night.<br /><br />and it comes to a point where you have to open another NEW conversation saying this:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R2AMe86oVII/AAAAAAAAA7U/Brqo-LLgrJk/s1600-h/email2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R2AMe86oVII/AAAAAAAAA7U/Brqo-LLgrJk/s400/email2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143124500344755330" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">*click the image to enlarge*</span><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:130%;">WAIT! </span><br />NOT ONLY THAT!<br /><br />after you get feddup with one style of conversation (replying until 75 times on one post)<br />you try another style...<br /><br />see...<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R2AJbc6oVHI/AAAAAAAAA7M/-KwEGEBSeeQ/s1600-h/email.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R2AJbc6oVHI/AAAAAAAAA7M/-KwEGEBSeeQ/s400/email.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143121141680329842" border="0" /></a>the conversation between 9am to 4+pm within 1 day<br /><br /></div><br />addicted or not?<br />or you experience more severe email conversations before?<br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38413460-8922583957336417261?l=liyiestherc.blogspot.com'/></div>Esther Chinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12421307868239437658liyiesther.c@gmail.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38413460.post-53961377588604153732007-12-11T02:25:00.000+08:002007-12-13T12:28:26.290+08:00Wishlist:Things I NEED:<br /><ol><li><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;">a new original <span style="font-weight: bold;">Sony Ericsson Walkman</span> headphone &amp; mobile phone</span>.</span> <span>[</span><a href="http://liyiestherc.blogspot.com/2007/11/am-tired.html">*this*</a><span> is what happened to the old headphone]<br /></span></li><li><span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;">a charm bracelet</span><span style="font-style: italic;">.</span> -to take away all the *<a href="http://liyiestherc.blogspot.com/2007/11/seriously-wtf.html">suey</a>* / bad luck.<br /></span></li><li><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;">a new purse</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>-cause my old one is falling apart. <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">-Sis bought it for me already-</span><br /></li><li><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;">a new high heels.</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span><span>[my old one 'died-ed' like 4 days back while I was at the LRT on my way home after work and I don't have the time to even go out and buy]</span></li><li><span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;">a new classic yet elegant (big) handbag</span> - all my other handbags are really small and not enough to keep ALL the stuffs that I need when I go out.<br /></span></li><li><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;">a pro hairstylist and a good haircut.</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>-I'm getting pretty bored with my current hairstyle (that had not change much since the last 3 years) and I'm afraid to go just ANYWHERE to cut it coz I never liked the hairstyle after coming out of the saloon for the past 19+ years.</li><li><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;">more dresses from FOREVER 21.</span> - I am lacking of dresses, most of my attires are tops and jeans.</li><li style="font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">free unlimited facials from <a href="http://www.newyorkskinsolutions.com/M_INDEX.HTM">New York Skin Solutions</a><br /></span></li><li style="font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">free gym membership at <a href="http://www.californiafitness.com/">California Fitness</a>.</span></li><li style="font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">free manicure and pedicure sessions.</span></li><li style="font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">free Brazilian wax sessions.</span></li><li style="font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">a new (light) laptop</span></li><li><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic;">a car + driver</span></span></li><li><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic;">a personal maid / assistant<br /></span></span></li><li><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;">a '</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;">teman</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;">' to go TRAVELING with me</span> :D</li><li><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;">to go for the year end shopping sale at Singapore</span> - coz I would definitely miss next year's mid year sale as I'd be going to U.S.A. around that time.<br /></li><li>above all, I need <span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">CASH</span></span>!!! - poor student like myself have to work hard for money. *sigh*<br /></li></ol><br />Things my FRIENDS says I NEED:<br /><ol><li><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">a watch</span><span> - coz I'm not complete without one and I had not been wearing a watch for almost a year or more already. </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">-Dad bought it for me already-</span></li><li><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">a new sunglasses. </span>- there were complaints that my *<a href="http://liyiestherc.blogspot.com/2007/09/yesterday-party-at-uncle-balans-place.html">GUESS* </a>sunglasses are *<a href="http://liyiestherc.blogspot.com/2007/11/singapore-day-1.html">UGLY*</a> -.- <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Hari bought it for me already.</span><br /></li><li><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">a bikini.</span> - (<span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"> -.- but I don't even go swimming / beach parties and anywhere to show them off. why do I need them, huh??? </span>)<br /></li><li><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">a boyfriend.</span> - yes, quite a few of them actually came up to me and said that I needed one [I wouldn't post up a boyfriend form like what *<a href="http://timothytiah.blogspot.com/2007/11/be-boss-stewies-girlfriend.html">Boss Stewie</a>* did (for chicks to apply to be his gf) because I would know that NO one WOULD apply for it anyway] Moreover, although there would be times that I feel lonely, I still don't think I need a bf now because I'm more caught up with other stuffs. But I certainly need a companion or at least ato be my partner in crime when I'm feeling cheeky :p</li></ol><br />Things I DON'T need:<br /><ol><li><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Surprises</span>. - I hate it. Never had good ones before, so don't bother surprising me. I'm odd and I find most 'surprises' NOT pleasing.</li><li><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Non-essential stuffs.</span> (e.g. photo frame, bla bla...)<br /></li><li><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Cute stuffs. </span><br /></li></ol><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38413460-5396137758860415373?l=liyiestherc.blogspot.com'/></div>Esther Chinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12421307868239437658liyiesther.c@gmail.com43tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38413460.post-51617739578145130542007-12-09T20:47:00.000+08:002008-12-11T01:03:32.203+08:00Singapore Day 3<span style="font-weight: bold;">Date: 20 Nov 2007</span><span><br /></span><br /><span>previous;<br />Singapore Day 1(A) entry *</span><a href="http://liyiestherc.blogspot.com/2007/11/singapore-day-1.html"><span>here</span></a><span>*</span><br /><span> Singapore Day 1(B) entry *</span><a href="http://liyiestherc.blogspot.com/2007/11/singapore-day-1-b.html"><span>here</span></a><span>*<br />Singapore Day 2 entry *<a href="http://liyiestherc.blogspot.com/2007/11/singapore-day-2.html">here</a>*<br /></span><br /><br />Must be the liquor I consumed the night before that made me wake up at 8am in the morning!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R1vB9c6oVCI/AAAAAAAAA6g/Cdk3z0AvSzg/s1600-h/IMGP0924.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R1vB9c6oVCI/AAAAAAAAA6g/Cdk3z0AvSzg/s320/IMGP0924.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141916661051839522" border="0" /></a>Anyway, I was bored and stared entertaining myself by writing postcards that I took from the receptionist area. Don't ask me why I did it, coz I just did, even if it's silly doing so- as I would already be back at my home country by the time the postcards reach their destinations.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R1usM86oU5I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/1yva9_xNX9g/s1600-h/IMGP0997.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R1usM86oU5I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/1yva9_xNX9g/s320/IMGP0997.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141892738084000658" border="0" /></a><br />I wrote to my company back in Malaysia, my family and another 7 more friends :) And I ran out of things to write on the postcards halfway through. Hah!<br /><br /><br />Then, after packing up my luggage, I did the USUAL - the picture taking session while waiting for Ming to come and have lunch together...<br /><br />Poser pictures:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R1uluM6oU1I/AAAAAAAAA44/MOM7uPAWqa8/s1600-h/singapore+12.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R1uluM6oU1I/AAAAAAAAA44/MOM7uPAWqa8/s400/singapore+12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141885612733256530" border="0" /></a>*noticed the lack of skill/art of posing?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R1uah86oUxI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/CZbFROBNMIA/s1600-h/IMGP0971a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R1uah86oUxI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/CZbFROBNMIA/s400/IMGP0971a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141873307651953426" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R1uxxc6oU6I/AAAAAAAAA5g/fN02ptYiOL8/s1600-h/singapore+13.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R1uxxc6oU6I/AAAAAAAAA5g/fN02ptYiOL8/s400/singapore+13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141898862707364770" border="0" /></a><br />The <span style="font-weight: bold;">mirror </span>in the living room.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R1um586oU2I/AAAAAAAAA5A/E1IBfMNOJdo/s1600-h/IMGP0950b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R1um586oU2I/AAAAAAAAA5A/E1IBfMNOJdo/s400/IMGP0950b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141886914108347234" border="0" /></a>And did I mention about my fetish upon <span style="font-weight: bold;">mirrors</span>?<br /><br />The very big <span style="font-weight: bold;">mirror </span>in the bedroom, right in in front of the bed.<br />(probably for couples to watch themselves while having<span style="font-weight: bold;">.. erm...</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">you know what</span>)</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R1u_O86oVAI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/JwFRlqOJMEg/s1600-h/IMGP0945.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R1u_O86oVAI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/JwFRlqOJMEg/s400/IMGP0945.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141913663164666882" border="0" /></a><br />Then the <span style="font-weight: bold;">mirror </span>outside...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R1u_Pc6oVBI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/-oqueyUa9F0/s1600-h/IMGP1025.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R1u_Pc6oVBI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/-oqueyUa9F0/s400/IMGP1025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141913671754601490" border="0" /></a><br />Yes, I really like this new bag of mine.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R1usMc6oU3I/AAAAAAAAA5I/122ph7-b0OI/s1600-h/IMGP0981.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R1usMc6oU3I/AAAAAAAAA5I/122ph7-b0OI/s320/IMGP0981.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141892729494066034" border="0" /></a><br />So I got bored of the inside and decided to look outside...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R1u3bc6oU9I/AAAAAAAAA54/V83nG0GeWUM/s1600-h/IMGP1021b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R1u3bc6oU9I/AAAAAAAAA54/V83nG0GeWUM/s400/IMGP1021b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141905081820009426" border="0" /></a><br />And these were what I saw...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R1uxxs6oU7I/AAAAAAAAA5o/x32zznRnR5M/s1600-h/singapore+14.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R1uxxs6oU7I/AAAAAAAAA5o/x32zznRnR5M/s400/singapore+14.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141898867002332082" border="0" /></a>SO #$@&amp; CLEAN!!!<br /></div><br />At 12 noon, Ming finally came and we went to the <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Great World City</span></span> for lunch and a lil window shopping.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Sweet Wen</span> came and joined us :)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R1u9nM6oU_I/AAAAAAAAA6I/DGN7188i5Ro/s1600-h/IMGP1031.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R1u9nM6oU_I/AAAAAAAAA6I/DGN7188i5Ro/s400/IMGP1031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141911880753239026" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">We were running out of time and the bus that we were suppose to take back to KL leaves at <span style="font-weight: bold;">3pm. </span><br />But it was already <span style="font-weight: bold;">2:45pm</span> when Wen decided to buy us yummy <span style="font-size:130%;">Fried Mars Bars</span>. (HIGHLY RECOMMENDED! Please try Fried Mars Bars if you haven't eaten them before.)<br /><br /></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R1u0Hs6oU8I/AAAAAAAAA5w/4zP00QmQtmc/s1600-h/singapore+15.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R1u0Hs6oU8I/AAAAAAAAA5w/4zP00QmQtmc/s400/singapore+15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141901443982709698" border="0" /></a>Look what happened to the Fried Mars Bars!!! The bowl was accidentally dropped on the floor even before <span style="font-style: italic;">those delicious yummy balls</span> could entered my mouth! Arg!!!<br /><br />In conclusion: <span style="font-style: italic;">The delicious yummy balls did entered my mouth after Wen spontaneously bought another one and MADE SURE that new bowl was in safe hands.</span><br /><br />NOW!!! WE RUSH TO CATCH THE BUS. Obviously we missed it. The bus already left when we reached. Like duh~ <span style="font-style: italic;">We were still buying food on the other side of town 15 minutes before the departure time. -</span>.-<br />( <span style="font-style: italic;">No, I'm not complaining about the Fried Mars Bars :p </span>)<br /><br />Thankfully we managed to get the 5pm bus after talking to the person in charge there.<br />We were warned: <span style="font-weight: bold;">"Don't be late for the next bus!"</span><br />:(<br /><br /><br />1.5 hours was what we had left to spare in Singapore.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R1u7sM6oU-I/AAAAAAAAA6A/FhbscD-fal0/s1600-h/singapore+16.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R1u7sM6oU-I/AAAAAAAAA6A/FhbscD-fal0/s400/singapore+16.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141909767629329378" border="0" /></a><br />Ming's friend decided to spend us all at <span style="font-size:130%;">TAPAS WINE BISTRO</span> (at Holland Village) and <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">*someone*</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> </span>that <span style="font-style: italic;">underestimated</span> my drinking skills challenged me to drink <span style="font-style: italic;">2 freaking big glass of <span style="font-weight: bold;">HOEGAARDEN</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">. </span>The drink was free coz <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">*</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;">someone</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">* </span>paid for it and I couldn't resist beer.<br />So I '<span style="font-style: italic;">down</span>' it happily :)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R1ufvM6oUyI/AAAAAAAAA4g/BP2H5kJ1sgc/s1600-h/IMGP1057.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R1ufvM6oUyI/AAAAAAAAA4g/BP2H5kJ1sgc/s200/IMGP1057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141879032843359010" border="0" /></a><br />Btw, I recommend HOEGAARDEN too. It taste good. But still cannot beat the beer taste that I drank the night before, at PUMP.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R1vhas6oVDI/AAAAAAAAA6o/iTIe40AFqbQ/s1600-h/IMGP1061.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R1vhas6oVDI/AAAAAAAAA6o/iTIe40AFqbQ/s400/IMGP1061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141951248423474226" border="0" /></a><br />We headed back to the bus station HALF AN HOUR before 5pm just to make sure that we don't miss the bus again -.-<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">*sobs*<br />I will miss you.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R1vhvc6oVEI/AAAAAAAAA6w/8xFB9Z3ljZQ/s1600-h/IMGP0925B.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R1vhvc6oVEI/AAAAAAAAA6w/8xFB9Z3ljZQ/s320/IMGP0925B.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141951604905759810" border="0" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38413460-5161773957814513054?l=liyiestherc.blogspot.com'/></div>Esther Chinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12421307868239437658liyiesther.c@gmail.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38413460.post-8362109923626143942007-12-06T21:02:00.000+08:002008-12-11T01:03:32.814+08:00So I finally got hold of the <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">media schedule</span> of when the ads would be out.<br /><br /><br /><br />The 3 coloured ad (<span style="font-weight: bold;">Nikon, Canon </span>and <span style="font-weight: bold;">Olympus</span>) that I'm in, would come out in this 3 newspaper:<br /><ol style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"><li>The Star</li><li>Sin Chiew Jit Poh</li><li>Harian Metro</li></ol><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:Arial;"><b><br /><br /><br /></b></span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:Arial;"><b><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;" ><br /></span></b></span></span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:Arial;"><b><u>Olympus:<br /></u>Star – 1 Dec 07 </b></span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" >(main paper, page 40)</span></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:Arial;"><b>H. Metro – 20 Dec 07<br />SCJP – 8 Dec 07</b></span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:Arial;"><b><br /></b></span></span>previous link *<span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" ><a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://liyiestherc.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-would-be-on-olympus-advertisement-in.html">here</a></span>* (on Olympus's Ad)<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:Arial;"><b><u>Canon:<br /></u>Star – 7 Dec 07</b><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" > *tomorrow* </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" >(update: main paper, page 57)</span></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:Arial;"><b>H. Metro – 14 Dec 07 <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br /></span>SCJP – 22 Dec 07</b></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R1f_8M6oUtI/AAAAAAAAA30/6RvcOV6kdQI/s1600-h/FKem+FBUKCanon+Star+FV+2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R1f_8M6oUtI/AAAAAAAAA30/6RvcOV6kdQI/s400/FKem+FBUKCanon+Star+FV+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140858909391082194" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:Arial;"><b><br /><br /></b></span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:Arial;"><b><u>Nikon:<br /></u>Star – 21 Dec 07</b></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:Arial;"><b>H. Metro – 6 Dec 07 <span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic;">*today*</span></span></span><br />SCJP – 15 Dec 07 <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;" >(my birthday :p)</span></b></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R1f_-86oUuI/AAAAAAAAA38/lKDHxo3WwiE/s1600-h/FKem+FBUKNikon+Star+FA+2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R1f_-86oUuI/AAAAAAAAA38/lKDHxo3WwiE/s400/FKem+FBUKNikon+Star+FA+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140858956635722466" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />The black &amp; white ad for <span style="font-weight: bold;">Kodak</span> would be on<span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">The Star</span> at <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" >12th and 28th Dec 07</span><br />*I think I look really fat in this ad.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R1gACM6oUvI/AAAAAAAAA4E/DwBqro-gLec/s1600-h/FKem+FBUKKodak+FA-2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R1gACM6oUvI/AAAAAAAAA4E/DwBqro-gLec/s400/FKem+FBUKKodak+FA-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140859012470297330" border="0" /></a><br />I remembered the time when I was doing the shooting at the studio, people there were asking me to<span style="font-style: italic;"> slim down</span>.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">Arg! I don't have time to exercise la!!!</span><br /><br />*sigh*<br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br />-looks at previous <a href="http://liyiestherc.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-have-perverted-friends.html">*post*</a> about my friend suggesting to me on how to overcome <span style="font-style: italic;">my (no time for exercise) problem</span>-<br /><br />and *sigh* again.<br /><br />-.-<br /><br /><br />-<br /><br />An old school friend that I haven't been contacting over the past few years suddenly messaged me over MSN and '<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">complained </span>'<span style="font-weight: bold;">...</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R1gAEs6oUwI/AAAAAAAAA4M/nr-zXqTxEck/s1600-h/msnad.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R1gAEs6oUwI/AAAAAAAAA4M/nr-zXqTxEck/s400/msnad.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140859055419970306" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">*click on pic for bigger view*</span><br /></div><br />WAT LA!<br />haha...<br /></div><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:Arial;"><b></b></span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:Arial;"><b></b></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38413460-836210992362614394?l=liyiestherc.blogspot.com'/></div>Esther Chinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12421307868239437658liyiesther.c@gmail.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38413460.post-70539280040441806162007-12-06T17:07:00.002+08:002008-11-15T23:29:44.928+08:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><i><span style="font-weight: bold;">Bellatrix Black</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Year 3 - December</span><br /><br />“By 6pm! I want it by 6pm.”</i> Bella insists angrily.<br /><i>“Don’t you give me a row of mistakes.. I don’t want them linked to me.”</i><br />Rita Skeeter rolled her eyes. That disturbs her. Rita was indeed not taking her seriously.<br /><i>“Listen, Rita!” She points at her. “If I don’t get it by SIX, don’t ever show your face in front of me again. I shall not tolerate this anymore. And I do not favor Lucius confronting me once more for this kind of nonsense.”</i><br /><br />She could see Rita eyes widen as she mentions Lucius’s name. Rita must have regretted getting caught red handed by Bella while eying on him behind the library door, about a year back. Since then, Bella had used that as a treat on her. It was a free ticket for getting information since Rita had always been pretty resourceful.<br /><br />Not waiting for Rita’s reply, she walks out of the empty classroom they were in. There are a lot of things that is going through her mind at the moment. The first class for the day did not start well for her as she came in late because she overslept. Her stomach is currently yelling at her to consume food and she is having a migraine. Apart from that, her mind is also clouded by <b>the plan</b>. <i>Time is running out, he is coming and we have to make sure everything is executed perfectly.<br /></i><br />She glances at the clock only to realize that she is late for her next class again. She takes a deep breath *sigh* and made a quick left turning at the corner. Before she realizes what happened, her parchments &amp; quills were flying up in the air. And a very firm grip held her arm to stop her from falling. She holds on to the body of the person she bumped into helplessly as she stood up properly. She looks up and gazed into his eyes. He had an attractive pair of electric blue eyes but with lesser color on one side. She blinked and scan quickly at the rest of his face only to recognize the person. <i>Jack</i>? Silence. Her mind went blank until she realizes that she was actually staring at him. She quickly loosens her grip and picks up her belongings on the floor. Jack’s glasses could be seen not far from her quills but it didn’t cross her mind to pick the glasses up for him.<br /><br />Hastily, she turned and walks off. Halfway down the hallway, she glances back. Jack was still standing at the same spot where they bumped into each other. He was looking at her but this time with his glasses on. She turns and headed off to class. </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38413460-7053928004044180616?l=liyiestherc.blogspot.com'/></div>Esther Chinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12421307868239437658liyiesther.c@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38413460.post-1402296613987362852007-12-05T21:31:00.000+08:002008-12-11T01:03:35.448+08:00Singapore: Day 2<span style="font-weight: bold;">Date: 19 Nov 2007</span><span><br /></span><br /><span>previous;<br />Singapore Day 1(A) entry *</span><a href="http://liyiestherc.blogspot.com/2007/11/singapore-day-1.html"><span>here</span></a><span>*</span><br /><span> Singapore Day 1(B) entry *</span><a href="http://liyiestherc.blogspot.com/2007/11/singapore-day-1-b.html"><span>here</span></a><span>*<br /><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;">I was half blind the whole day.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Why</span>? Coz I lost my left contact lens and had NO SPARE!<br />and NO! I'm NOT wearing glasses.<br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">^@$# </span> :(</div><span><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R1U-u86oUiI/AAAAAAAAA2c/o2IC9e4HH3M/s1600-h/b.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R1U-u86oUiI/AAAAAAAAA2c/o2IC9e4HH3M/s200/b.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140083526060233250" border="0" /></a><span><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;">YES!<span style="font-style: italic;"> (For those of you that asked) </span>Perak Lodge DO serve delicious English BREAKFAST.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R1U-Ys6oUeI/AAAAAAAAA18/0kABBQbNcIA/s1600-h/IMGP0848.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 193px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R1U-Ys6oUeI/AAAAAAAAA18/0kABBQbNcIA/s400/IMGP0848.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140083143808143842" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Ming picked us up after breakfast and we headed to Sg. Nuffnang office to WORK!<br /><a href="http://9eek9oddess.blogspot.com/2007/11/nuffnang-community-initiative-enchanted.html"></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R1aY4M6oUlI/AAAAAAAAA20/feP1rpNsgC0/s1600-h/a.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R1aY4M6oUlI/AAAAAAAAA20/feP1rpNsgC0/s320/a.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140464115997233746" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">We had to prepare for the evening's movie screening, <a href="http://9eek9oddess.blogspot.com/2007/11/nuffnang-community-initiative-enchanted.html"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">*Enchanted*</span>.</a><br /><br />the lil Santa that Ming bought the day before at Daiso<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b328/loveirony/Singapore%2018nov07/IMGP0755.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 137px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b328/loveirony/Singapore%2018nov07/IMGP0755.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />see... all the JUNK FOOD in the office!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R1U-ZM6oUfI/AAAAAAAAA2E/wLsfpc2shNw/s1600-h/IMGP0866.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 169px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R1U-ZM6oUfI/AAAAAAAAA2E/wLsfpc2shNw/s400/IMGP0866.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140083152398078450" border="0" /></a>Gosh! If I were to intern at Sg office, I'd definately get really really fat!<br />And you know how I cannot resist junk food (other than sweets).<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Me, Skyler and Wen (SG intern)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b328/loveirony/singapore%20nov07/DSCF3764-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b328/loveirony/singapore%20nov07/DSCF3764-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Wen is sooo cute!!!<br /><br />We then headed to Great World City for the screening, in the afternoon.<br />As usual, I was bored in the car... and played around with my camera again. :p<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R1VEFs6oUkI/AAAAAAAAA2s/Oa2qAqJGtzo/s1600-h/singapore13.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R1VEFs6oUkI/AAAAAAAAA2s/Oa2qAqJGtzo/s400/singapore13.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140089414460396098" border="0" /></a><br />I tried to get myself a pair of contact lens upon reaching the complex but they only sell in boxes, so I didn't buy any in the end.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b328/loveirony/singapore%2019nov07/IMGP0901.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b328/loveirony/singapore%2019nov07/IMGP0901.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />We waited for bloggers to come and collect their tickets and name cards for the screening at a booth in front of the cinema.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R1U-Zs6oUgI/AAAAAAAAA2M/0jXxJXL-ML4/s1600-h/IMGP0896.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R1U-Zs6oUgI/AAAAAAAAA2M/0jXxJXL-ML4/s400/IMGP0896.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140083160988013058" border="0" /></a><br />SG famous and popular bloggers like <a href="http://xiaxue.blogspot.com/">*XiaXue*</a>, <a href="http://sheylara.com/">*Sheylara*,</a> *<a href="http://ylva-mydiary.blogspot.com/">yLva*</a> and *<a href="http://jayleif.blogspot.com/">Jayden*</a> was there too.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b328/loveirony/singapore%20nov07/DSCF3774.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b328/loveirony/singapore%20nov07/DSCF3774.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a href="http://sheylara.com/">*Sheylara*</a> and I<br />:)<br /><br />The group picture that I wasn't in it coz I was the one that took this shot.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R1agzs6oUmI/AAAAAAAAA28/dntKDwWCT_Y/s1600-h/n227700078_257522_1658.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R1agzs6oUmI/AAAAAAAAA28/dntKDwWCT_Y/s400/n227700078_257522_1658.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140472834780844642" border="0" /></a></div><br />---<br /><br />After the movie, we went for dinner and Estee, being the nice person she already is, introduced her friends to us.<br /><br />I quote what <a href="http://9eek9oddess.blogspot.com/">*Estee*</a> said to her 2 friends Isaac and *<a href="http://9eek9oddess.blogspot.com/2007/11/eligible-singaporean-bachelor-up-for.html">JunKang</a>*:<br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">"</span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">If you want to stalk them, go ahead and check their blogs. They're bloggers."</span><br /><br />-.-<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I JUST HAD to party wherever I go, so I was happy when they decided to bring us clubbing after dinner.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b328/loveirony/singapore%2020nov07/IMGP0921.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b328/loveirony/singapore%2020nov07/IMGP0921.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">We headed down to <span style="font-weight: bold;">Clarke Quay</span> and apparently Singaporeans don't club on Mondays (that's why the street was empty).<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b328/loveirony/singapore%2020nov07/IMGP0902.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b328/loveirony/singapore%2020nov07/IMGP0902.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /></div>ALL the clubs there were NOT open EXCEPT one.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">PUMP </span>was our only choice although I had no regrets going there coz the house brew beer was really good <span style="font-style: italic;">(I had always preferred beer over other types of liquor)</span><br />I did enjoyed myself [<span style="font-style: italic;">except for the fact that my @$%# </span><a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://liyiestherc.blogspot.com/2007/09/esther-pok-kai-at-stairs-in-front-ucsi.html"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">*Dorothy Perkins top</span></span></a><span style="font-style: italic;">* that I was wearing that night was quite loose (</span><span style="font-style: italic;">I think it's coz of the time when I accidentally dumped it into the washing machine instead of hand washing it</span><span style="font-style: italic;">)</span> and it made me really uncomfortable while dancing.]<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br />The whole <span style="font-style: italic;">lot </span>of beer!<br />Woohoo~~~<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R1avJc6oUpI/AAAAAAAAA3U/NlP0x2yonPY/s1600-h/IMGP0909b.jpg.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R1avJc6oUpI/AAAAAAAAA3U/NlP0x2yonPY/s320/IMGP0909b.jpg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140488601605788306" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://rainelai.wordpress.com/">Raine</a>, me, Isaac and Skyler<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R1an8c6oUnI/AAAAAAAAA3E/roN59B5CVdc/s1600-h/DSCF3776b.jpg.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R1an8c6oUnI/AAAAAAAAA3E/roN59B5CVdc/s400/DSCF3776b.jpg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140480681686094450" border="0" /></a><br />*<a href="http://9eek9oddess.blogspot.com/2007/11/eligible-singaporean-bachelor-up-for.html">JunKang</a>*, me, Isaac and Skyler</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R1arbM6oUoI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lp-l03lQ7E8/s1600-h/IMGP0905b.jpg.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R1arbM6oUoI/AAAAAAAAA3M/lp-l03lQ7E8/s400/IMGP0905b.jpg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140484508501955202" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">The <span style="font-style: italic;">purposely- </span>blurred picture.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b328/loveirony/singapore%2020nov07/IMGP0917.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b328/loveirony/singapore%2020nov07/IMGP0917.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">We headed back at about 2:30 in the morning AND I was contented and happy.<br /><br /><br />Would want to go <span style="font-weight: bold;">Zouk </span>the next time I am in Singapore!!!<br />I wonder what other clubs are famous there? Hmm...<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38413460-140229661398736285?l=liyiestherc.blogspot.com'/></div>Esther Chinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12421307868239437658liyiesther.c@gmail.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38413460.post-44158226436362702592007-12-05T12:45:00.000+08:002007-12-06T12:15:42.603+08:00Running away isn't the RIGHT way...So you really think that you can escape from all your problems by walking out on people that loves you?<br />How immature you can be at times.<br />Thinking as if just by packing your belongings and leave would change any damn thing.<br /><br />Have you ever thought about the consequences of your foolish actions?<br />The responsibilities you leave behind for other members to carry.<br />Or were you just too simple minded to think of it; what more, <span style="font-style: italic;">care</span>?<br /><br />Just coz of your selfish decision.<br />What's yours are the ones closes to you to bear.<br />I hope you are happy with the way things are now.<span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /><br /></span><span>Growing up aint' easy. Maturing is harder.<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38413460-4415822643636270259?l=liyiestherc.blogspot.com'/></div>Esther Chinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12421307868239437658liyiesther.c@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38413460.post-26764346163381925612007-12-03T13:39:00.000+08:002008-12-11T01:03:37.335+08:00I have perverted friends. Many many of them... and one of the MILD example is the below screenshot,<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">*I was complaining that I'm not slim and a friend of mine suggested me this...</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R00UaHYLA3I/AAAAAAAAAwI/SL-jF79L168/s1600-h/ky2.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R00UaHYLA3I/AAAAAAAAAwI/SL-jF79L168/s400/ky2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137785188789191538" border="0" /></a><br />SEXERCISE! <span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span>hah!<span style="font-style: italic;"> who </span>would have thought of <span style="font-style: italic;">that</span>!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Why is/are my friend/s like that???</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38413460-2676434616338192561?l=liyiestherc.blogspot.com'/></div>Esther Chinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12421307868239437658liyiesther.c@gmail.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38413460.post-42924546307861067862007-11-30T19:46:00.000+08:002008-12-11T01:03:38.735+08:00I would be on an <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;">OLYMPUS </span></span>advertisement in<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> STAR newspaper</span></span> on the <span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">1 Dec 07</span>.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R0_-GHYLBAI/AAAAAAAAAxY/8csSkscFo-c/s1600-R/FKem+FBUKOlym+Star+FA+2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R0_-GHYLBAI/AAAAAAAAAxY/_L92Q5N-xvI/s400/FKem+FBUKOlym+Star+FA+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138605080866128898" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><br />Heh! My <span style="font-weight: bold;">first </span><span style="font-style: italic;">freelance / part time</span> job that landed on the newspaper!<br />So excited :D<br /><br />what do <span style="font-style: italic;">you </span>think?<br /><br /><br /><br />*p.s.: another 2 more advertisements on <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Canon </span></span>and <span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Nikon </span></span>to be advertised soon :)<br /><blockquote><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Tags:<br /></span><blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><a href="http://liyiestherc.blogspot.com/2007/12/so-i-finally-got-hold-of-media-schedule.html">*The Canon and Nikon Ad*</a></span></blockquote></blockquote><blockquote><span style="font-size:130%;"><a href="http://liyiestherc.blogspot.com/2007/12/so-i-finally-got-hold-of-media-schedule.html"><br /></a></span></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38413460-4292454630786106786?l=liyiestherc.blogspot.com'/></div>Esther Chinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12421307868239437658liyiesther.c@gmail.com31tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38413460.post-85618502438692005362007-11-29T23:50:00.000+08:002008-12-11T01:03:40.040+08:00Singapore: Day 1 (B)<span style="font-weight: bold;">Date: 18 Nov 2007<br /></span><span>previous Singapore entry *</span><span><a href="http://liyiestherc.blogspot.com/2007/11/singapore-day-1.html">here</a></span><span>*<br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Vivo City</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">looks like a bigger version of Mid Valley</span> from the <span style="font-style: italic;">inside</span>...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R0WsunYLAoI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/oeRBl2IZR7c/s1600-h/IMGP0757.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R0WsunYLAoI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/oeRBl2IZR7c/s320/IMGP0757.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135700866930246274" border="0" /></a><br />yes.. me &amp; the Bee Christmas Tree<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b328/loveirony/Singapore%2018nov07/IMGP0762-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b328/loveirony/Singapore%2018nov07/IMGP0762-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />&amp; Ming<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b328/loveirony/Singapore%2018nov07/IMGP0815-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b328/loveirony/Singapore%2018nov07/IMGP0815-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />&amp; Skyler too.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b328/loveirony/Singapore%2018nov07/IMGP0783-2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b328/loveirony/Singapore%2018nov07/IMGP0783-2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />because the 3 of us were hungry, we headed straight to the food court...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R0WuonYLApI/AAAAAAAAAuY/PYYBsgnFCRU/s1600-h/singapore7.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R0WuonYLApI/AAAAAAAAAuY/PYYBsgnFCRU/s400/singapore7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135702962874286738" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;">(-.-")</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> + "</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;">western food?!?</span><span style="font-style: italic;">"</span> was Ming's expression when he saw what we ordered.<br />I mean... I didn't know what to order la... most of the time when I decide for what food to eat, I'd walk a few rounds at the food court and finally gave up not knowing what to eat and then... simply pick a dish at the store near my sit.<br />And the food in Singapore looks the same as Malaysian food, just <span style="font-style: italic;">more </span>expensive...<br /><br /><br />After eating, we spent A LOT OF TIME at DAISO.<br />Why?<br />Coz the things there is super cheap :p<br /><br />After buying a few stuffs from Daiso... we headed to a few other shops like Forever 21, Charles &amp; Keith, FILA ...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R0W3KXYLAqI/AAAAAAAAAug/SN-jNXEhSe8/s1600-h/singapore8.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R0W3KXYLAqI/AAAAAAAAAug/SN-jNXEhSe8/s400/singapore8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135712338787893922" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">:)<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b328/loveirony/Singapore%2018nov07/IMGP0813.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b328/loveirony/Singapore%2018nov07/IMGP0813.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Ming's such a sweet guy. Before we headed back, after shopping, he suddenly turn to us and said <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">"</span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">I wanna go buy present for my gf!</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">"</span> in response I asked what's the occasion, and he said <span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">'no occasion'</span>.<br /><img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/user/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-4.jpg" alt="" /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R07a6XYLA_I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/KF1kCNxNTb0/s1600-h/ming1.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R07a6XYLA_I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/KF1kCNxNTb0/s200/ming1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138284921118983154" border="0" /></a>Yes, Ming. I know you are very <span style="font-weight: bold;">happy </span>buying chocolates for <a href="http://9eek9oddess.blogspot.com/">Estee</a> at the <span style="font-style: italic;">Chocolate Factory</span> (It's like chocolate heaven in that shop).<br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">Ish! I am soooo jealousss.....<br /><br /><br /></span>BTW, if you think ladies, shop A LOT, please take a look at the stuffs <a href="http://nuffnang.blogspot.com/">Ming</a> brought...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b328/loveirony/Singapore%2018nov07/IMGP0816.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b328/loveirony/Singapore%2018nov07/IMGP0816.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Haha...<span style="font-size:130%;"> <a href="http://nuffnang.blogspot.com/">Ming </a></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Exposed</span>! </span><br /><br /></div>He's so jumpy and happy when he was buying all those stuffs! - <span style="font-style: italic;">like a little boy</span> :p<br />Initially, I though that he'd follow us to do OUR shopping, INSTEAD we followed HIM! -.-<br /><br /><br />After calling it a day at the shopping complex that I<span style="font-style: italic;"> didn't get to walk finish</span>... we headed to pick Estee up and hang around at Ming's house, AND yet again... I took photos :D<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R07JjHYLA8I/AAAAAAAAAw4/5VoGfiPXvNU/s1600-h/singapore10.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R07JjHYLA8I/AAAAAAAAAw4/5VoGfiPXvNU/s400/singapore10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138265829989352386" border="0" /></a><br />First, I took a picture of the biggest mirror I've seen in a house...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R07OL3YLA9I/AAAAAAAAAxA/toQHvSAJ8SE/s1600-h/singapore11.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R07OL3YLA9I/AAAAAAAAAxA/toQHvSAJ8SE/s400/singapore11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138270928115532754" border="0" /></a>... and ONE of the living room<span style="font-style: italic;">s</span> in the big house.<br /><br />Then, I <span style="font-style: italic;">messed </span>around with the grand piano... <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R07TEnYLA-I/AAAAAAAAAxI/G2zXbeA9Eqs/s1600-h/singapore12.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R07TEnYLA-I/AAAAAAAAAxI/G2zXbeA9Eqs/s400/singapore12.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138276301119620066" border="0" /></a><br />Yes! I'm a <span style="font-style: italic;">fake</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>PRO pianist</span> :p<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b328/loveirony/Singapore%2018nov07/IMGP0829-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b328/loveirony/Singapore%2018nov07/IMGP0829-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">and </span>so is Skyler.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">*we were both placing out hands on the piano only, just to take this shot*</span><br /><br />:p<br /><br />Finally...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R07GQnYLA7I/AAAAAAAAAww/RRj5bdjHalg/s1600-h/singapore9.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R07GQnYLA7I/AAAAAAAAAww/RRj5bdjHalg/s400/singapore9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138262213626889138" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b328/loveirony/singapore%20nov07/DSCF3740-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b328/loveirony/singapore%20nov07/DSCF3740-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Esther </span>and <span style="font-weight: bold;">Estee<br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></div></div>---<br /><br />Back at Perak Lodge, <span style="font-style: italic;">I lay it all out...</span><br /><br />1) Things I <span style="font-style: italic;">bought</span>:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b328/loveirony/singapore%2019nov07/IMGP0838.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b328/loveirony/singapore%2019nov07/IMGP0838.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b328/loveirony/singapore%2019nov07/IMGP0847.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b328/loveirony/singapore%2019nov07/IMGP0847.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />2) Things I <span style="font-style: italic;">brought</span>... (minus the Red bag)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b328/loveirony/singapore%2019nov07/IMGP0843.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b328/loveirony/singapore%2019nov07/IMGP0843.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />(cont, Day 2)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38413460-8561850243869200536?l=liyiestherc.blogspot.com'/></div>Esther Chinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12421307868239437658liyiesther.c@gmail.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38413460.post-71071250427491256612007-11-28T20:34:00.000+08:002008-12-11T01:03:40.553+08:00I'd always been a Harry Potter fan, no doubt about that [<span style="font-style: italic;">although I haven't read the last 2 books</span>]. The odd thing about claiming that I'm HP's fan is that I dislike Harry Potter's character to the core. Why? Coz of the fact that Harry literally gets away with everything, even if he did break the rules and those kind of 'advantages' he gets just because of that stupid scar on his forehead. Life's so damn unfair... even on fiction books. *sigh*<br /><br />Moreover, Dan looks really cute last time ...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R000LnYLA4I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/C3SiI6VmcRA/s1600-h/hp.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R000LnYLA4I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/C3SiI6VmcRA/s320/hp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137820124053177218" border="0" /></a>BUT now, he looks really gay to me. click *<a href="http://images.celebset.net/pics/D/Daniel%20Radcliffe%20%28Harry%20Potter%2920072232026484540.jpg">here</a>* and *<a href="http://img.metro.co.uk/i/pix/2007/02/equus_450x476.jpg">here</a>* to see WONDERFUL pictures of him.<br /><br />.<br />.<br /><br />Remember my previous post on <a href="http://liyiestherc.blogspot.com/2007/11/bellatrix-black-year-2-week-after-it.html"><u>25 Nov 07</u></a>?<br />In that post, I wrote a small fraction of what Bellatrix was going through, one silent night.<br /><br /><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bellatrix_Lestrange#Bellatrix_Lestrange"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Bellatrix Black</span></a> is actually the character that I picked (*<a href="http://liyiestherc.blogspot.com/2007/07/meaningless-kiss-by-hugh-grant-just.html">here</a>* is the link to my previous contemplation on taking up that particular character) to rp in the <a href="http://beforehelived.proboards83.com/index.cgi"><u>RPG </u></a>that my friend <a href="http://thecoconutchronicles.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html"><u>Ashvini</u></a> started.<br /><br />The time line for this RPG is during '<span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">The Marauders Era</span>' (for you noobs out there, it means Harry's <span style="font-weight: bold;">father</span>'s time. AND yes, that means that Harry's not born YET) when they were still in studying Hogwards - when Lily hates Potter, Snape and Lily are best friends, Bella is still very protective over her little sister Narcissa, Lucius isn't together with Narcissa yet, and so on...<br /><br />Currently, the characters taken are only Remus Lupin, Lily Evans, Lockhart, Lucius Malfoy, Bella, Snape, Dumbledore and an invented character Jonathan '<span style="font-style: italic;">Jack</span>' Corvonius<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"></span>. <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"></span><br /><br />If any of you guys are interested in RPG-ing, plz let me know ya... there are a lot more characters NOT taken.<br /><br />Trust me, honestly, it's gonna be fun :)<br /><br />Coming back to the character, Belaltrix Black, I really hate the fact that people thinks she's crazy. I mean, she is only crazy after Askaban. Before that, she wasn't, GET THAT RIGHT...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R0w-UXYLA0I/AAAAAAAAAvw/JtFBh1-UkjA/s1600-h/rpg.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R0w-UXYLA0I/AAAAAAAAAvw/JtFBh1-UkjA/s320/rpg.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137549794516599618" border="0" /></a>Like I've mentioned, <span style="font-weight: bold;">She's all that I am, all that I want to be and even more.</span> I meant it. I find her characteristics a lot like mine - sadistic, her temperament...<br />And as I post, there would be times that I could dramatize some things in my life that happened to me or I would want it to happen and put her character in MY shoes...<br />For example, I'd sometimes post as Bellatrix <a href="http://liyiestherc.blogspot.com/">here </a>(in this site) which are related to myself, current situation and stuffs like that. It's like seeing me through Bellatrix. The things she go through, her thoughts, the current <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Jack </span>that always at the back of her mind...<br /><br />Sometimes, I really do wish I was her, JUST a fiction character of a book.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38413460-7107125042749125661?l=liyiestherc.blogspot.com'/></div>Esther Chinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12421307868239437658liyiesther.c@gmail.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38413460.post-86058933008187141282007-11-27T22:22:00.000+08:002007-11-28T14:34:07.480+08:00<a href="http://www.justsayhi.com/bb/cadaver" style="color: #fff; text-decoration: none; display: block; width: 395px; height: 184px; padding-top: 121px; background: url(http://assets.justsayhi.com/badges/17/329/cadaver.z3zvdqwl2x.jpg) no-repeat; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 24px; text-align: center;"><strong style="font-weight: normal;">$5150.00</strong><span style="display: none;">The Cadaver Calculator - Find out how much your body is worth.</span></a><br />-<br /><br />I had been pretty '<span style="font-style: italic;">offbeat</span>' (or so, coz that's what my friend<span style="font-weight: bold;">S</span> [e.g. <span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">HariHariHappy]</span> told me) for the past few days. Fine... fine... guys, I'm SORRY... I've not been getting enough sleep la.. try not sleeping for 3 says and see how you'd feel. Only yesterday did I enjoyed a good night sleep after JonJon 'literally' <span style="font-style: italic;">threatened </span>and quite 'unsuccessfully' <span style="font-style: italic;">forced </span>me to sleep. Thanks JonJon for the <span style="font-style: italic;">concern </span>but NO! I'm not going to treat you 10 meals at Chillies. Damn it! I don't even have enough money to eat at those places myself. Cant even recall of when was the last time I went to eat at restaurants like those.<br /><br />I know I would be really...really emo, depress and hostile (and<span style="font-style: italic;"> so on.</span>..) when I'm stress [ALSO not saying that I'm NOT hostile when I'm NOT stress] but what the heck... can't really help it. I guess all I want to say is in this post is a big THANK YOU for the support and help that I received from my dad and friends [<a href="http://thenewspeculator.blogspot.com/"><u>Observer@Freethinker</u></a>, Kristof and <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-style: italic;">Jack</span>] that pull me through my 1st SUPER '<span style="font-style: italic;">stressful</span>' time. I wouldn't have make it through [without falling apart] if I was going through it on my own. AND come to think of it, this '<span style="font-style: italic;">minor <span style="font-weight: bold;">stressful </span>phase</span>'( to those that knows why I was stressed, probably and most likely thinks it's minor because they had been there and done <span style="font-style: italic;"></span><span style="font-style: italic;">more)</span> is only the beginning of more to come. [Am already starting to have eyebags -.-]<br /><br />Ya, don't look at me in the awkward kind of expression, I get stressful easily even if it's little things. I've only just came out of the small little confine and comfortable shell to face the world... Call me a noob or newbee to the outside world, but life DOES start at 20!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38413460-8605893300818714128?l=liyiestherc.blogspot.com'/></div>Esther Chinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12421307868239437658liyiesther.c@gmail.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38413460.post-33695476724389805422007-11-26T23:13:00.000+08:002007-12-07T13:33:45.663+08:00Bleeding Love by Leona Lewis<span class="Text"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">closed off from love i didn't need the pain</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"> once or twice was enough</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"> and it was all in vain</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"> time starts to pass before you know it your frozen</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"> ooh</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"> but something happened for the very first time with you</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"> my heart melted to the ground, found something true</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"> and everyones looking round thinking I'm going crazy</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"> ooh</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"> but i don't care what they say, I'm in love with you,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"> they tried to pull me away,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"> but they don't know the truth,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"> my hearts crippled by the vein that i keep on closing</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"> you cut me up and i</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"> keep bleeding, i keep keep bleeding love, i keep bleeding, i keep keep bleeding love,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"> keep bleeding, keep keep bleeding love,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"> you cut me up</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"> ooh</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"> trying hard not to hear but they talk so loud</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"> they pissing sounds fill my ears try to fill me with doubt</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"> let them know that the goal is to keep me from falling</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"> ooh</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"> nothings greater than the rest that comes with your embrace</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"> in this world alone the loneliness i see your face</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"> your everywhere around me everyone thinks i'm going crazy</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"> but i don't care what they say i'm in love with you</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"> they tried to pull me away</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"> but they don't know the truth</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"> my hearts crippled by the vein that i keep on closing</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"> you cut me up and i</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"> keep bleeding, i keep keep bleeding love, i keep bleeding, i keep keep bleeding love,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"> keep bleeding, keep keep bleeding love,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"> you cut me up</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"> and its draining out of me</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"> oh they find it hard to believe</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"> i'll be wearing these scars for everyone to see</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"> i don't care what they say</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"> I'm in love with you</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"> they try to pull me away</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"> but they don't know the truth</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"> my hearts crippled by the vein that i keep on closing</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"> ooh you cut me up and i</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"> keep bleeding and i keep keep bleeding love, keep bleeding, keep keep bleeding love, keep bleeding, keep keep bleeding love</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"> oh you cut me open and i</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"> keep bleeding, keep keep bleeding love, keep bleeding, keep keep bleeding love</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"> oh you cut me open and i keep bleeding keep keep bleeding love. </span><br /><br /><br /></span>You tube * <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sF84pIhP5UM&amp;feature=related">here</a>*<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">---</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="Text"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;color:gray;" >I guess a <em><span>big</span></em> part of <strong><span>growing</span></strong> <strong><span>up</span></strong> is dealing with <u>regret</u>. Swallowing your <strong><span>pride</span></strong>.<br />There are <em><span>some</span></em> <em><span>things</span></em> in life you <u>can’t</u> go back &amp; <strong><span>change</span></strong>, no matter <strong><span>how</span></strong> <strong><span>much</span></strong> you <em><span>want</span></em> to.<br />I think <u>that</u> <u>day</u> I was <u>finally</u> forced to <strong><span>grow</span></strong> <strong><span>up</span></strong>, to leave the past <em><span>behind</span></em>, for one <u>final</u> <u>time</u>.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38413460-3369547672438980542?l=liyiestherc.blogspot.com'/></div>Esther Chinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12421307868239437658liyiesther.c@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38413460.post-84109599922499776522007-11-24T19:23:00.000+08:002007-11-29T18:25:05.182+08:00Tears And Rain - JAMES BLUNT<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pn1dgYBiB28&amp;rel=1"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pn1dgYBiB28&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"></embed></object><br /></span><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" ><span></span><br />How I wish I could surrender my soul;<br />Shed the clothes that become my skin;<br />See the liar that burns within my needing.<br />How I wish I'd chosen darkness from cold.<br />How I wish I had screamed out loud,<br />Instead I've found no meaning.<br /><br />I guess it's time I run far, far away; find comfort in pain,<br />All pleasure's the same: it just keeps me from trouble.<br />Hides my true shape, like Dorian Gray.<br />I've heard what they say, but I'm not here for trouble.<br />It's more than just words: it's just tears and rain.<br /><br />How I wish I could walk through the doors of my mind;<br />Hold memory close at hand,<br />Help me understand the years.<br />How I wish I could choose between Heaven and Hell.<br />How I wish I would save my soul.<br />I'm so cold from fear.<br /><br />Tears and Rain.<br />Tears and Rain.<br /><br />Far, far away; find comfort in pain,<br />All pleasure's the same: it just keeps me from trouble.<br />It's more than just words: it's just tears and rain.<br /><br />--<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">"EVERYONE HATES ME..."</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">"EVERYONE HATES ME..."</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">a little girl with short jet black hair ran into the house screaming</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">steaming hot tears row down her cheeks</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">loosing her breath, her heart pounding hard</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">she felt weak all of a sudden as though the devil is taking her life anytime soon</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">*slam*</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">the door made such a loud sound, it frightened the little girl</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">as she dropped herself on her bed burring her face underneath her pillow</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">sobbing, she uttered softly</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">"Everyone hates me... ..."</span><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38413460-8410959992249977652?l=liyiestherc.blogspot.com'/></div>Esther Chinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12421307868239437658liyiesther.c@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38413460.post-41803453357904260082007-11-23T20:00:00.000+08:002008-12-11T01:03:43.183+08:00Singapore: Day 1 (A)<span style="font-weight: bold;">Date: 18 Nov 2007</span><br /><br />I woke up beaming...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R0Wf53YLAfI/AAAAAAAAAtI/IuEy9iJ1S8I/s1600-h/singapore2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R0Wf53YLAfI/AAAAAAAAAtI/IuEy9iJ1S8I/s400/singapore2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135686766552613362" border="0" /></a>See? All smiles in the car with my sister. I think my sister is really happy that I'm leaving... Haha... finally no one to disturb her :p<br /><br />The whole family accompanied me to the bus station at the <a href="http://travelmalaysiaguide.com/old-railway-station-kuala-lumpur-malaysia/">Old Railway Station</a><span style="font-weight: bold;">.<br /><br /></span>We took the <a href="http://www.plusliner.com/">PLUSliner</a> (Nice Bus) to Singapore. The coach was expensive, cozy and nice with a little more than enough space for a person to relax :)<br />OKAY!!! I admit! (coz I feel guilty) Skyler and I <span style="font-style: italic;">weren't </span>suppose to be taking this <span style="font-style: italic;">executive </span>bus down to Singapore, only our Bosses have the luxury for that. We actually did not have a choice because we bought the bus tickets last minute (Nice Buss was the last resort) and there were no other <span style="font-style: italic;">economical </span>buses left (due to the school holidays season) So <span style="font-style: italic;">future </span>INTERNS, book your bus tickets earlier if Boss were to send you to Singapore or Penang. Sorry Boss (<span style="font-style: italic;">for letting us go this time</span>)! Thank you boss (<span style="font-style: italic;">for not getting mad about it</span>)!<br /><br />They served us tea and <span style="font-style: italic;">kuih </span>while we waited for the bus to arrive.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R0WnLnYLAiI/AAAAAAAAAtg/FZWvubW1Ap4/s1600-h/IMGP0648.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R0WnLnYLAiI/AAAAAAAAAtg/FZWvubW1Ap4/s320/IMGP0648.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135694768076685858" border="0" /></a><br />Then they served us this (below) when we were in the bus.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R0WrZnYLAmI/AAAAAAAAAuA/hwJU-4Fiucw/s1600-h/IMGP0686.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R0WrZnYLAmI/AAAAAAAAAuA/hwJU-4Fiucw/s320/IMGP0686.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135699406641365602" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R0WfunYLAeI/AAAAAAAAAtA/NDsx6YDysVY/s1600-h/singapore.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R0WfunYLAeI/AAAAAAAAAtA/NDsx6YDysVY/s400/singapore.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135686573279085026" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R0WgQHYLAgI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/xIS1dQNbJkQ/s1600-h/singapore3.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R0WgQHYLAgI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/xIS1dQNbJkQ/s400/singapore3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135687148804702722" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b328/loveirony/Singapore%2018nov07/IMGP0667-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b328/loveirony/Singapore%2018nov07/IMGP0667-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />I was snapping a lot of pictures in the bus until it came to a point where I turned to Skyler and said:<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;">I think my camera batteries gonna die before I reach Singapore.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Why? Have you been camwore-ing?</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">Kinda. It's pretty borin</span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">g and </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">the movies have finish.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">Hey! Camwore sounds so porn!!!</span><br /><br />It's really boring okayyy... sitting in the bus for 6 hours!<br />And the movie that they were showing was pretty boring too.<br /><br />The bus stopped at the restroom about 4 times wei!!! No wander we took so long to reach Singapore.<br /><div style="text-align: center;">( I want a GENT<span>le</span><span style="font-style: italic;">man</span>:p )<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R0ZfAnYLArI/AAAAAAAAAuo/VGRlhuM2Chw/s1600-h/IMGP0699.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R0ZfAnYLArI/AAAAAAAAAuo/VGRlhuM2Chw/s400/IMGP0699.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135896889237635762" border="0" /></a><br />At the Malaysian immigrant:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R0WqrXYLAlI/AAAAAAAAAt4/LTTZwkhnVKM/s1600-h/singapore6.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R0WqrXYLAlI/AAAAAAAAAt4/LTTZwkhnVKM/s400/singapore6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135698612072415826" border="0" /></a>The Officer in charged looked at my passport photo and said:<br /></div><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">You look different in the picture...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">Oh? Please tell me I look prettier in real person :)</span><br /><br />I'm <span style="font-style: italic;">sooo</span> gonna get use to people telling me that I look different from my pictures.<br /><br />We finally reach Singapore about 2pm. Stopped at Copthorne Orchird and waited for Ming to pick us up.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R0WsCXYLAnI/AAAAAAAAAuI/JqDSjZKsBWw/s1600-h/IMGP0740.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R0WsCXYLAnI/AAAAAAAAAuI/JqDSjZKsBWw/s320/IMGP0740.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135700106721034866" border="0" /></a><br />Ming turned out to be a nice person. Cheeky too. Although he can be a very OCB (<span style="font-style: italic;">Obsessive Compulsive Boss</span>)<br /><br />Okay, he took us to check in<span class="written"> at </span>Perak Lodge (A Private Guess House). Honestly, I felt awkward at <span style="font-style: italic;">that </span>name, Perak is a city in Malaysia AND I mean... <span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">I came all the way to Singapore to stay at <span style="font-style: italic;">Perak </span>Lodge? </span><br /><br />---<br />But in case you guys are going to Singapore and still thinking of where spend the night, Perak Lodge would be a good pick :)<br /><br />Add: <span style="font-weight: bold;">12 Perak Road, 208122, Singapore</span><br />Tel: <span style="font-weight: bold;">(65) 296 9072</span><br />---<br /><br />We checked out the <span class="written"><span style="font-weight: bold;">suite :) </span>that we were brought to. It's really big! There were 2 bedrooms, 1 bathroom and another living room in the middle separating the 2 bedrooms.</span><br /><br />I got the smaller bedroom... -.-<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R0a-THYLAsI/AAAAAAAAAuw/HbFvxeOzHpU/s1600-h/DSCF3745.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R0a-THYLAsI/AAAAAAAAAuw/HbFvxeOzHpU/s200/DSCF3745.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136001660669854402" border="0" /></a><br />and the double bedroom was taken by Skyler when she made her way into the room <span style="font-weight: bold;">first </span>and <span style="font-weight: bold;">pointed </span>at the bed saying <span style="font-style: italic;">"I want this room!"</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R0WpB3YLAkI/AAAAAAAAAtw/4bPBcS3RonQ/s1600-h/singapore5.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R0WpB3YLAkI/AAAAAAAAAtw/4bPBcS3RonQ/s400/singapore5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135696799596216898" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R0Wo03YLAjI/AAAAAAAAAto/n6jsFtuY4BA/s1600-h/singapore4.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R0Wo03YLAjI/AAAAAAAAAto/n6jsFtuY4BA/s400/singapore4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135696576257917490" border="0" /></a><br />After dumping our luggages aside (<span style="font-style: italic;">...and I've taken all the photos that I wanted</span>) we then, visited the Nuffnang's office and headed to<span style="font-weight: bold;"> Vivo Complex</span>.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">(cont...)</span><br /><br />P.s.: Singapore is so <span style="font-style: italic;">CLEAN</span>. -.- Sooo <span style="font-style: italic;">unlike </span>Malaysia!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38413460-4180345335790426008?l=liyiestherc.blogspot.com'/></div>Esther Chinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12421307868239437658liyiesther.c@gmail.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38413460.post-44784418058839817842007-11-21T22:23:00.000+08:002008-12-11T01:03:43.312+08:00someone please pass me the bottle of beerHave you ever experience the times when you feel like crying but the tears just wouldn't come out?<br />Do you know how is it like to keep everything to yourself and not know who to turn to during melancholic times?<br />Going through the times when you sit and eat alone, going to the movies alone and take long walks at the park alone.<br />Did you never deceive yourself and denying your true feelings and thoughts?<span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0); font-style: italic; font-family: Century Schoolbook; text-decoration: underline;"></span><br />*sigh*<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R0RC2XYLAdI/AAAAAAAAAs4/5Gte4RNlhp4/s1600-h/IMGP1075.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R0RC2XYLAdI/AAAAAAAAAs4/5Gte4RNlhp4/s400/IMGP1075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135302976864977362" border="0" /></a><br />Life had been pretty monotonous lately and I'm really bored.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Someone pass me a bottle of beer please.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38413460-4478441805883981784?l=liyiestherc.blogspot.com'/></div>Esther Chinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12421307868239437658liyiesther.c@gmail.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38413460.post-81666583394165845762007-11-21T21:49:00.000+08:002007-11-22T09:10:04.028+08:00<p><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">My Dearest,</span></p>It feels like I have spent my entire life trying to find someone like you. You were my only real true love. The one person I loved more than anything in the world. There is no reason to fool myself anymore. I loved you from the first moment I laid eyes on you and I have ever since.<br /><p><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">As I look back on our past together, I often wonder how you were ever so patient with me. Until this moment, I have never realized just how lucky I am to have you in my life. If I had been you, I would have walked away from me a long time ago. Yet your love is so unconditional and pure, like the beautiful person you are. You always accepted me for who I am, willing to sacrifice everything for me. I don't deserve an angel like you.<br /><br />It brings tears to my eyes to realize how many times I might have lost you; how much I took your love for granted; how many times I was foolish enough to think that I could fix my life on my own. Please forgive me for all my foolishness.<br /><br />I have finally opened my eyes and realized that I love you more than words can say. I don't know how many lifetimes it will take to make up for all the lost time, to repay the kindness and endless love you've shown me, but I want you to know that I am going to try.<br /><br />All I ask is please be patient and understanding as these times are difficult and a struggle for you and me, I am torn between survival and my feelings for you. Life throws us many curves, the path may be long and hard but in the end the road widens and life changes for the better.<br /><br />You don't have to say anything or do anything. I just wanted you to know that no matter what happens in this life, I will always hold a special place for you in my heart. It's true. It is better to have loved and lost, than to never have loved at all. I am happy that I knew true love, for it is from that love that I have my most cherished memories.<br /><br />From now to eternity, you'll be in my heart every moment of every day. Thinking of you makes me happy and for as long as I live, I will never stop dreaming of a reunion for our two hearts.<br /><br />Thank you for sharing your love and your life with me. Thank you for showing me true love.<br /><br />Thinking of you always, yours forever.</span><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>-<span style="font-style: italic;"> Uncle Jetro Love</span> -</p><br /><p></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">P.s.:</span> The above was written by a friend of mine that wish to remain anonymous.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38413460-8166658339416584576?l=liyiestherc.blogspot.com'/></div>Esther Chinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12421307868239437658liyiesther.c@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38413460.post-11661673320506717362007-11-20T22:59:00.000+08:002007-11-21T10:15:33.960+08:00Time flies when you're having fun!I'm <span style="font-style: italic;">back </span>from <span style="font-weight: bold;">Singapore</span>!<br />I wanna go <span style="font-style: italic;">there </span><span style="font-size:130%;">AGAIN</span>!!!<br />Thank you for sending me over to help out in <a href="http://www.nuffnang.com.sg/blog/2007/11/12/48/"><u>the exclusive screening of Walt Disney Pictures’ <span style="font-size:130%;">Enchanted</span></u></a> :D<br />The trip was really fun and <a href="http://nuffnang.blogspot.com/"><u>Ming</u> </a>had been very nice and <span style="font-style: italic;">patient</span> to bring us (Skyler &amp; I) around.<br /><br />I'm really sorry guys (and gals) coz I did NOT take <span style="font-weight: bold;">much </span>photos for this trip. I know... I KNOW... I did <span style="font-style: italic;">promise </span>to take lots and lots of photos when I'm down in Singapore but I was either too busy working or shopping that photo sessions slipped off my mind A LOT OF TIMES. But I still I do have photos to show you guys *smiles*<br /><br />Would post about the trip later- maybe tomorrow or the day after, as the pictures needs to be sorted out<span style="font-style: italic;"> and</span> I foresee a super busy week/end ahead of me which a big amount of it is related to <span style="font-style: italic;">work</span>.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Current MSN personal message:</span> <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">Why your boss like that? [inside joke]<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38413460-1166167332050671736?l=liyiestherc.blogspot.com'/></div>Esther Chinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12421307868239437658liyiesther.c@gmail.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38413460.post-69047221953795486442007-11-17T21:14:00.000+08:002008-12-11T01:03:44.487+08:00<a href="http://www.businessweek.com/globalbiz/asia/"><u>Boss</u></a>: <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Esther, you wanna go to <span style="font-weight: bold;">Singapore</span>?</span><br />Esther: <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">Uh?</span><br /><a href="http://www.businessweek.com/globalbiz/asia/"><u>Boss</u></a>: <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Do YOU want to go down to <span style="font-weight: bold;">Singapore</span>?</span><br />Esther: <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">*suddenly get into senses* </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">YES!!!!!!!!!! YES YES YES..........</span></span><br /><br />Yay!<br />I'm going down to <span style="font-weight: bold;">Singapore </span>tomorrow and coming back on the 20th Nov '07.<br />*smiles*<br />Thanks to the company that I'm interning in.<br />*smiles*<br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Thank you. Thank You. Thank You.</span><br /><br />Okay, Singapore may NOT be a BIG deal to you guys...<br />but it's a big deal to me.<br />WHY?<br />Because the last time that I actually set foot OUT of Malaysia is when I was Standard 3, which is about <span style="font-weight: bold;">10 years AGO</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Like DUH~</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >How can I NOT be EXCITED???</span><br /><br />since this trip was quite a last minute thing and my passport expired ages ago... <span style="font-style: italic;">I had to take a few hours off office hours yesterday to renew my passport</span>.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/Rz7S6HYLAOI/AAAAAAAAArA/cIo0Kmnuj1Q/s1600-h/IMGP0606b.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/Rz7S6HYLAOI/AAAAAAAAArA/cIo0Kmnuj1Q/s400/IMGP0606b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133772521103622370" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Behold</span>: The OLD and NEW<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/Rz2XiHYLAFI/AAAAAAAAAp4/FDOqg4j8SD8/s1600-h/IMGP0618.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/Rz2XiHYLAFI/AAAAAAAAAp4/FDOqg4j8SD8/s320/IMGP0618.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133425762624012370" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/Rz2YRHYLAGI/AAAAAAAAAqA/9M_4gyE_7pg/s1600-h/IMGP0622.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/Rz2YRHYLAGI/AAAAAAAAAqA/9M_4gyE_7pg/s320/IMGP0622.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133426570077864034" border="0" /></a><br />Thinking back, I don't remember going to <span style="font-style: italic;">many </span>places out of Malaysia previously, I <span style="font-style: italic;">think </span>I did went to Singapore when I was 5 years old and a few other placed like Indonesia and Thailand when I was really REALLY young.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/Rz7TwXYLAPI/AAAAAAAAArI/oKpiEphFfN0/s1600-h/IMGP0623.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/Rz7TwXYLAPI/AAAAAAAAArI/oKpiEphFfN0/s320/IMGP0623.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133773453111525618" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/Rz7ZHnYLAQI/AAAAAAAAArQ/MqTOllaf6qI/s1600-h/IMGP0624.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/Rz7ZHnYLAQI/AAAAAAAAArQ/MqTOllaf6qI/s320/IMGP0624.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133779350101623042" border="0" /></a><br />The last country I went to <span style="font-style: italic;">(out of Malaysia)</span> was to U.S.A.<br />Disneyland in L.A. was fun and the whether during December was superb! :D<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/Rz7aIXYLARI/AAAAAAAAArY/y5PW-K0Pa04/s1600-h/IMGP0625b.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/Rz7aIXYLARI/AAAAAAAAArY/y5PW-K0Pa04/s320/IMGP0625b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133780462498152722" border="0" /></a>Yea.. as you can see in the picture, I used to be a chubby child.<br />Not saying that I'm very thin now either =.=<br /></div><br /><br />OKAY... here's the list of things that I've to bring there:<br /><ol><li style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">MONEY<br /></li><li style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">GUESS sunglasses</li><li style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">a pair of shoe</li><li style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">a pair of heels</li><li style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">a pair of socks</li><li style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">a pair of jeans</li><li style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">2 skirts</li><li style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">panties &amp; bras<br /></li><li style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">3 tops</li><li style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">pajamas<br /></li><li style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">contact lense &amp; spectacles<br /></li><li style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Pantex camera &amp; batteries</li><li style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">handphone &amp; batteries</li><li style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">shampoo &amp; conditioner</li><li style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">toothbrush &amp; toothpaste<br /></li><li style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">comb</li><li style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">facial stuffs (cleanser, toner, moisturizer)<br /></li><li style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Shopaholic Takes Manhattan novel (it's a 5 - 6 bus ride okay... will boring wan)<br /></li><li><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">MAKE UP SET!!! (eye shadow, lip gloss, liquid foundation and eyeliner, powder foundation... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...)</span><br /></li></ol><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Is there anything ELSE that I've missed?</span><br /><br />Gtg pack already... bus leaves in approximately 12 hours from now.<br /><br /><br />*sigh* I had to turn down <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">FOUR </span></span><span style="font-style: italic;">clubbing </span><span style="font-size:130%;">invitations </span>TONIGHT for Singapore trip tomorrow.<br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">Why O why does this ALWAYS happens to me?!?</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38413460-6904722195379548644?l=liyiestherc.blogspot.com'/></div>Esther Chinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12421307868239437658liyiesther.c@gmail.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38413460.post-5475755891558869212007-11-17T20:30:00.000+08:002008-12-11T01:03:46.762+08:00<span style="font-size:100%;"><style="font-weight:>Attention</style="font-weight:>:<br />Can <span style="font-style: italic;">someone</span>, anyone...</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >PLEASE </span><span style="font-size:100%;">tell me WHO is the </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">YOUNGEST </span>Asian </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >entrepreneur </span><span style="font-size:100%;">FEATURED in </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://www.businessweek.com/globalbiz/asia/"><u>BUSINESSWEEK</u></a>?<br /><br />p.s.: Since <span style="font-weight: bold;">you </span>are such a <span style="font-style: italic;">lazy </span>ass to check out who it is, I'd tell you anyway... it's *<a href="http://timothytiah.blogspot.com/">him</a>*<br /><br /><br />Speaking of </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >entrepreneurs</span><span style="font-size:100%;">, I went to the launching of </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Youth Malaysia '08</span> last Thursday which was at </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >PWTC</span><span style="font-size:100%;">.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/Rz7ggnYLASI/AAAAAAAAArg/3T9LKF6O0TM/s1600-h/IMGP0571.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/Rz7ggnYLASI/AAAAAAAAArg/3T9LKF6O0TM/s400/IMGP0571.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133787476179747106" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Youth Malaysia's boss,</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" > Handsome Joel</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> (</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >winner of reality TV show <span style="font-weight: bold;">The Firm</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;">) giving his opening speech:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/Rz7htnYLATI/AAAAAAAAAro/G3IiH7k4jFE/s1600-h/IMGP0562.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/Rz7htnYLATI/AAAAAAAAAro/G3IiH7k4jFE/s400/IMGP0562.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133788799029674290" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Then, the </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >Deputy Minister of Youth and Sports</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> gave </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >his </span><span style="font-size:100%;">speech:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/Rz7ijnYLAUI/AAAAAAAAArw/PVXTgYItB50/s1600-h/IMGP0567.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/Rz7ijnYLAUI/AAAAAAAAArw/PVXTgYItB50/s400/IMGP0567.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133789726742610242" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The other 'clubs' that were there sent their representatives to pose for a bit up on stage:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/Rz7lunYLAWI/AAAAAAAAAsA/BpzpSHYoYTM/s1600-h/IMGP0574.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/Rz7lunYLAWI/AAAAAAAAAsA/BpzpSHYoYTM/s400/IMGP0574.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133793214256054626" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >Finally </span><span style="font-size:100%;">the </span><span style="font-size:100%;">button pressing ceremony as a sign of launching the event officially:<br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/Rz7v7HYLAaI/AAAAAAAAAsg/poPMbmTg4Ck/s1600-h/IMGP0575.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/Rz7v7HYLAaI/AAAAAAAAAsg/poPMbmTg4Ck/s400/IMGP0575.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133804424120697250" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/Rz7lvnYLAYI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/Q_jzt90Wspw/s1600-h/IMGP0583.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/Rz7lvnYLAYI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/Q_jzt90Wspw/s400/IMGP0583.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133793231435923842" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/Rz7lvHYLAXI/AAAAAAAAAsI/y357v46uXuI/s1600-h/IMGP0582.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/Rz7lvHYLAXI/AAAAAAAAAsI/y357v46uXuI/s400/IMGP0582.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133793222845989234" border="0" /></a><br /></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;">Then this: (lazy to insert stuffs here so YOU just look at the picture la...)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/Rz7lwHYLAZI/AAAAAAAAAsY/hO3Wfr5XjiY/s1600-h/IMGP0584.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/Rz7lwHYLAZI/AAAAAAAAAsY/hO3Wfr5XjiY/s400/IMGP0584.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133793240025858450" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >Honestly, the best thing of this event is the FOOD.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />But I was too hungry after the event that I did not bother taking pictures of it.<br />Bah~<br />:p<br /><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38413460-547575589155886921?l=liyiestherc.blogspot.com'/></div>Esther Chinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12421307868239437658liyiesther.c@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38413460.post-74610622684138531772007-11-16T21:15:00.000+08:002008-12-11T01:03:47.650+08:00I woke up at 5:45am today, <span style="font-weight: bold;">excited</span>.<br />WHY?<br />Coz I knew that Nuffnang had launched their <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><a href="http://www.nuffnang.com.my/">Nuffnang 2.0 </a></span>this morning, at approximately 2AM!!!<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">and I was too tired to stay up till that time.</span><br /><br />So, I checked out the NEW website look.<br />Gotta admit that only professionals could come up with impressive website such as that.<br />Everything's so cool especially the <a href="http://www.nuffnang.com.my/innit/index.php"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >INNIT </span></a>section<br />:D<br /><br />Then I...<br /><a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.nuffnang.com.my/innit"><span style="font-weight: bold;">INNIT! </span></a><a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.nuffnang.com.my/innit"><br /></a><a href="http://www.nuffnang.com.my/innit"><span style="font-weight: bold;">NANGIT!</span></a><a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.nuffnang.com.my/innit"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">INNIT!</span></a><br /><br />I must say, this new Nuffnang website is really GOOD STUFF.<br /><br />It's not even 24 hours since it'd been launched but there were already MORE THAN 50 people that INNIT!<br /><br />P.s.: Good job TEAM, love you guys to bits!<br /><br />---<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/Rz2crnYLAHI/AAAAAAAAAqI/wabmWiksh1E/s1600-h/IMGP0587.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/Rz2crnYLAHI/AAAAAAAAAqI/wabmWiksh1E/s400/IMGP0587.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133431423390908530" border="0" /></a><br />Last Monday I woke up with <span style="font-weight: bold;">Kebab </span>on my mind. And from that time, <span style="font-weight: bold;">Kebab </span>was the only thing in my mind <span style="font-style: italic;">(apart from work)</span> and I was craving for it...breakfast, lunch AND dinner. I then started wining and mumbling AND irritating my colleagues AND friends over MSN about <span style="font-style: italic;">teman</span>-ing me to eat <span style="font-weight: bold;">Kebab</span>. But the irony of it is, I never got to eat it until yesterday... That was because 2 of my colleagues got fed up and had ENOUGH with my constant, uncontrollably nonsense about <span style="font-weight: bold;">Kebab </span>and hence, they <span style="font-style: italic;">teman </span>me; and I got to eat my <span style="font-weight: bold;">kebab</span>.<br /><br />So we headed to the NEAREST Kyros <span style="font-weight: bold;">Kebab </span>for dinner and ordered our <span style="font-weight: bold;">kebabs</span>.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/Rz2d_HYLAJI/AAAAAAAAAqY/C4i3VICxCVM/s1600-h/IMGP0592.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/Rz2d_HYLAJI/AAAAAAAAAqY/C4i3VICxCVM/s320/IMGP0592.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133432857909985426" border="0" /></a><br />But when the food came, apparently ONLY Firdaus is <span style="font-style: italic;">quite satisfied </span>with with his meal.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/Rz2etXYLAKI/AAAAAAAAAqg/o-vtimuN3TA/s1600-h/IMGP0591.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/Rz2etXYLAKI/AAAAAAAAAqg/o-vtimuN3TA/s400/IMGP0591.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133433652478935202" border="0" /></a><br /><br />As for <span style="font-size:130%;"><a href="http://justchal.wordpress.com/"><u>Tim2</u></a></span>, he thinks that the 2 long brown '<span style="font-style: italic;">lembu</span>' kebab looks like shit. And for the fact that it practically DOES NOT taste nice, he wasn't happy with it.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/Rz2dV3YLAII/AAAAAAAAAqQ/LkaPaU_I4cQ/s1600-h/IMGP0597.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/Rz2dV3YLAII/AAAAAAAAAqQ/LkaPaU_I4cQ/s400/IMGP0597.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133432149240381570" border="0" /></a><br />AND mine WASN'T delicious either. *sigh* Regret having those cravings for <span style="font-weight: bold;">kebab </span>now.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/Rz2fu3YLALI/AAAAAAAAAqo/BmyGlv2PVMw/s1600-h/IMGP0595.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/Rz2fu3YLALI/AAAAAAAAAqo/BmyGlv2PVMw/s400/IMGP0595.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133434777760366770" border="0" /></a>:(<br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br />Sorry <span style="font-size:130%;"><a href="http://thecicak.com/?page_id=80">Tim2</a></span> and Firdaus.<br />My <span style="font-weight: bold;">bad</span>.<br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38413460-7461062268413853177?l=liyiestherc.blogspot.com'/></div>Esther Chinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12421307868239437658liyiesther.c@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38413460.post-56915822447526136132007-11-14T22:48:00.000+08:002008-12-11T01:03:50.305+08:00<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:MS Shell Dlg;" >As the Chinese saying goes, "<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Women's look changes 18 times</span>" or I think that's </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:MS Shell Dlg;" >how it's quoted (directly from Cantonese). I find it somewhere-<span style="font-style: italic;">what </span><span style="font-weight: bold;">true</span>, after looking through the pictures of myself in <span style="font-size:130%;"><a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://profiles.friendster.com/liyiestherc"><u>Friendster</u></a></span>. (SOMEONE! Teach me how to use Facebook!!!)</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:MS Shell Dlg;" ><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">This is how I look like in year;<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >2004</span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/RzsOdQg5RqI/AAAAAAAAAoA/9zkz5CeoWYM/s1600-h/2014759615771l.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132712096130746018" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/RzsOdQg5RqI/AAAAAAAAAoA/9zkz5CeoWYM/s400/2014759615771l.jpg" border="0" /></a>(Chinese New Year)<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >2005</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/RzsO6wg5RsI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/P8_09YchC_k/s1600-h/15043407951393l.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132712602936886978" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/RzsO6wg5RsI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/P8_09YchC_k/s400/15043407951393l.jpg" border="0" /></a>(June)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/RzsPHQg5RtI/AAAAAAAAAoY/QtdqpKcy-1k/s1600-h/19178324448704l.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132712817685251794" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/RzsPHQg5RtI/AAAAAAAAAoY/QtdqpKcy-1k/s400/19178324448704l.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:0;"><span style="font-size:100%;">(Sept)</span><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">2006 </span></span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/RzsPtwg5RvI/AAAAAAAAAoo/s1b2naZPMII/s1600-h/25530147948515l.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132713479110215410" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/RzsPtwg5RvI/AAAAAAAAAoo/s1b2naZPMII/s400/25530147948515l.jpg" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/RzsPygg5RwI/AAAAAAAAAow/OZfmSiTPVlk/s1600-h/25530422263122l.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132713560714594050" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/RzsPygg5RwI/AAAAAAAAAow/OZfmSiTPVlk/s400/25530422263122l.jpg" border="0" /></a>(Chinese New Year)<br /><br /><br />(prom)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/RzsPUAg5RuI/AAAAAAAAAog/gkqHeZBlFs0/s1600-h/24978453346215l.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132713036728583906" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/RzsPUAg5RuI/AAAAAAAAAog/gkqHeZBlFs0/s400/24978453346215l.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/RzsQiAg5RxI/AAAAAAAAAo4/9Hz9aCP3uYM/s1600-h/151335188l.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132714376758380306" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/RzsQiAg5RxI/AAAAAAAAAo4/9Hz9aCP3uYM/s400/151335188l.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">2007 </span></span>(January)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/RzsQ2Qg5RyI/AAAAAAAAApA/ptxgi3yDR3w/s1600-h/644117098l.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132714724650731298" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/RzsQ2Qg5RyI/AAAAAAAAApA/ptxgi3yDR3w/s400/644117098l.jpg" border="0" /></a>(February)<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/RzsRHgg5RzI/AAAAAAAAApI/nq115Xow53k/s1600-h/656635756l.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132715021003474738" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/RzsRHgg5RzI/AAAAAAAAApI/nq115Xow53k/s400/656635756l.jpg" border="0" /></a>(April)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/RzsRZwg5R0I/AAAAAAAAApQ/gy9uVOoGlm0/s1600-h/811571123l.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132715334536087362" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/RzsRZwg5R0I/AAAAAAAAApQ/gy9uVOoGlm0/s400/811571123l.jpg" border="0" /></a>(May)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/RzsRwwg5R1I/AAAAAAAAApY/Nx7hAusuoGM/s1600-h/1_982701215l.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132715729673078610" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/RzsRwwg5R1I/AAAAAAAAApY/Nx7hAusuoGM/s400/1_982701215l.jpg" border="0" /></a>(September)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/RzsR0gg5R2I/AAAAAAAAApg/0EYE8E85mfQ/s1600-h/1_738769307l.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132715794097588066" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/RzsR0gg5R2I/AAAAAAAAApg/0EYE8E85mfQ/s400/1_738769307l.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">So you noticed that I look different in most of my pictures?<br />I <span style="font-style: italic;">noticed</span>!<br /></div></div><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:MS Shell Dlg;" >Even Mr.<a href="http://thenewspeculator.blogspot.com/"> <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><u>Observer @ Freethinker</u></span></span> </a>mentioned this to me:<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">"i sure know u lar.. the one wif multiple images"<br /></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Speaking of </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >him </span><span style="font-family:georgia;">reminds me of the time when </span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><a href="http://thenewspeculator.blogspot.com/2007/11/sneak-peak-of-nuffnang-20-and-meeting.html"><u>he</u></a>, </span><a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://dustyhawk.com/2007/11/09/nuffnang-preview/"><span style="font-size:130%;"><u>dustyhawk</u></span> </a><span style="font-family:georgia;">and </span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><a href="http://www.chankelwin.com/2007/11/08/nuffnang-office-visit/"><u>tenthofmarch</u></a></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"> came over to the office to check out </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >pre-launch Nuffnang 2.0<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/Rz2sqnYLANI/AAAAAAAAAq4/rrK7e7arna4/s1600-h/P1010226b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/Rz2sqnYLANI/AAAAAAAAAq4/rrK7e7arna4/s400/P1010226b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133448998397083858" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br />I remembered that day clearly because I didn't know that there would be people dropping by the office (hence the super long photo session[<span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">above</span>] we had just to take an </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >APPROPRIATE </span><span style="font-family:georgia;">picture) and was having a bad hair day.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Literally, </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >a bad hair day</span><span style="font-family:georgia;"> - without make up on because I was rushing for work.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >Seriously</span><span style="font-family:georgia;">, a ladies car SHOULD come along with this:</span><br /><a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/RzsWcwg5R3I/AAAAAAAAApo/UqQvi0cHnq4/s1600-h/image003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132720883633833842" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/RzsWcwg5R3I/AAAAAAAAApo/UqQvi0cHnq4/s400/image003.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38413460-5691582244752613613?l=liyiestherc.blogspot.com'/></div>Esther Chinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12421307868239437658liyiesther.c@gmail.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38413460.post-40930498522169802732007-11-14T21:53:00.002+08:002008-11-15T23:30:00.914+08:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><b>Bellatrix Black<br />Year 3 - October<br /></b></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://liyiestherc.blogspot.com/2007/10/bellatrix-black-year-3-october-bella.html"> *cont*</a><br /><br /><i>"Bellatrix... Wake up!" "Bella..."</i><br />She opened her eyes slowly to see the younger Lestrange tugging her hard.<br />His face showed somewhere-what; <i>concern</i>.<br />Despite being irritated by his gesture, she was also confused as to why he was acting that way.<br />"<i>What is it?</i>" she said, as she glanced to the clock on the wall. <i>Damn... It's already 9pm.</i> She missed dinner <i>again</i>.<br /><br />"It's Rudolphus. Er... I donno what's wrong with him lately. He's been acting suspiciously...<i>weird</i>. Been talking to himself a lot too. I think he's going crazy? Erm..... Erm.... I don't know if you should be inform about this, but I think his current state has something to do with the task Malfoy gave him. You know?? Malfoy wants information about that Persian guy, Jack... "<br /><br />Bella was starting to get bored of his slow 'monolog' about his brother as she stared at Lestrange, but wait he mentioned something about... JACK? Why does Malfoy wants information about Jack? Is there something going on that she didn't know? Malfoy's plan that's not disclosed. Why didn't Rudolphus tell her? They are <i>suppose </i>to work together, as a pair, a team, <i>as per usual</i>.<br /><br /><i>I must confront Rudolphus about this matter!</i></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38413460-4093049852216980273?l=liyiestherc.blogspot.com'/></div>Esther Chinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12421307868239437658liyiesther.c@gmail.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38413460.post-60398681374988510692007-11-12T22:36:00.000+08:002008-12-11T01:03:51.280+08:00<span style="font-weight: bold;">Starbucks </span>coffee is by far the BEST.<br />I cannot imagine how ANYONE can <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">not </span></span>like Starbucks.<br />I'd had been a Starbucks addict if I weren't ALWAYS <span style="font-style: italic;">this </span>low in cash.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/Rzh4goViTdI/AAAAAAAAAn4/erKc1x_ocN4/s1600-h/DSC01603.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/Rzh4goViTdI/AAAAAAAAAn4/erKc1x_ocN4/s400/DSC01603.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131984277367573970" border="0" /></a><br />-<br /><br />This is the <span style="font-style: italic;">pan mee</span> that I '<span style="font-style: italic;">accidentally</span>' put TOO MUCH chili in thinking that I could take the '<span style="font-style: italic;">pedas-ness</span>' <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/Rzh234ViTcI/AAAAAAAAAnw/rForUDVmrvo/s1600-h/DSC01602.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/Rzh234ViTcI/AAAAAAAAAnw/rForUDVmrvo/s400/DSC01602.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131982477776276930" border="0" /></a>hence, I couldn't eat dinner coz my stomach became a battlefield of chillies and stomach acid.<br /><br />---<br /><br />YES!!! I've found the ''<span style="font-size:130%;">C</span>'' button that <a href="http://liyiestherc.blogspot.com/2007/11/this-is-what-happen-when-you-sms-too.html">I've claimed to lose, about a week back</a>!<br />The only thing NOW is how am I going to stick it back to my mobile phone.<br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">UHU glu? </span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/RzhyX4ViTZI/AAAAAAAAAnc/7KCrdTz0Uig/s1600-h/IMGP0539.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/RzhyX4ViTZI/AAAAAAAAAnc/7KCrdTz0Uig/s400/IMGP0539.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131977529973951890" border="0" /></a><br />---<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/RzhtsYViTYI/AAAAAAAAAnU/LQeB5Z-C8KM/s1600-h/IMGP0543.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/RzhtsYViTYI/AAAAAAAAAnU/LQeB5Z-C8KM/s400/IMGP0543.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131972384603131266" border="0" /></a>*SIGH*<br />This is the <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">SECOND </span>parcel I received this month from another university in U.S.A.<br />*sigh*<br />*sigh*<br />Sponsor me to study in U.S.A. plz... <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />ANYONE</span>?<br /><br />---<br /><br />You know what really irritates me?<br />It's people that <span style="font-weight: bold;">TELLS </span>me what to do.<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">As if I can't take care of myself</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">.</span><br />One <span style="font-style: italic;">minor </span>example is;<span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><br />How's your day?<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">Tired.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Then go sleep la...</span><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">yes..yes.. </span>I <span style="font-style: italic;">know </span>people '<span style="font-style: italic;">tells</span>' me what to do, outta concern and all, but I just don't like it.<br />Bah~<br /><br />and another thing is when people just can't <span style="font-style: italic;">literally </span>say <span style="font-weight: bold;">bye </span>and <span style="font-style: italic;">chao</span>.<br />Have to say <span style="font-style: italic;">"take care", "have a good night rest", "slee</span><span style="font-style: italic;">p well"</span> bla bla bla...<br />WTF.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Just keep it short and leave.</span><br />Don't ask me why I'm so mean and have only a lil sense of caring attitude towards people. I just am.<br />This is probably ONE very GOOD reason out of so MANY <span style="font-style: italic;">other </span>reasons why I'm single now.<br /><br />--<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/Rzh1b4ViTbI/AAAAAAAAAno/oBSM81a0R_M/s1600-h/IMGP0528.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/Rzh1b4ViTbI/AAAAAAAAAno/oBSM81a0R_M/s320/IMGP0528.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131980897228311986" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Current state:</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I thought I was stoning, until I realized that I am actually <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);">hallucinating...<br /></span></span>I'm tired after work and it took me about 2.5 hours or so to finish this blog. Hmm... It's almost 1am now.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I just HAD to blog</span> =.= even if I do write crap here.<br /><br />-<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Current MSN personal message:</span> <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">Am I more then you bargained for?</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38413460-6039868137498851069?l=liyiestherc.blogspot.com'/></div>Esther Chinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12421307868239437658liyiesther.c@gmail.com2